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Between Friends Ch. 01

By: MrFrost



(Please give me some feedback on my story so I can decide whether or not to make more with these characters. Also please read through the whole story so you really get to know the characters and a feel for their lifestyles.)

It all started with a phone call on a Tuesday afternoon, I had been sitting around for most of the day glued to the pc watching anime and chatting with my buddies. Though, when I think about it, that's what I pretty much do all the time. Anyhow it's a good friend of mine named Jocelyn, a very cute brunette with nice perky breasts with a very slim body. She had always been the best looking girl of our little group of friends not that the others aren't good looking they just aren't knock outs. 

Now, me on the other hand, I like to think that I am above average, with dark hair and a medium build, I am though a little short compared to most men my age. Anyway she tells me that she is going to be in town for the weekend and would like to spend some time with me since we don't see each other so much now that we have all gone off to college. Of course I jump at the chance to hang out with one of my long time friends who I've had a crush on since sixth grade. She tells me to show up at her parents' house on Saturday night and we'll spend the weekend together watching movies and catching up. Now the only problem was what was I going to do with my self for the rest of the week? 

Wednesday I went to school for half of the day then spent the rest of the day at my pc, what I normally do. Later that day my friend Jeff calls and asks if I want to hang out, seeing that there wasn't really much else to do I figured it to be a good way to kill some time. We decided to meet at the local bar in town on Thursday.

Toros has been the hot spot in town for over fifteen years now. I don't want to say we live in bumble-fuck, but we are pretty damn close, and given that we are in the middle of nowhere an upscale bar like Toros brings in huge crowds every day of the week, so our chances of meeting girls should be pretty high. That is and always have been the key word "should", and we haven't had very good luck with the ladies for as long as I can remember, but that's never stopped us. Plus we could get drunk and that was always fun. So on Thursday I head down to Toros around 8pm and started looking for Jeff. It wasn't long before I found my, tall and slightly lanky, friend with light brown hair, and a wicked smile, sitting at the bar nursing a beer.

"Yo James how the hell have you been? It's been a long time since we hit the bars!" He slurs between gulps of his beer.

"Not to bad I guess, just doing the same ol' thing and going to school." I reply as I sit down next to my best friend.

"Let me buy you a beer, you have a lot of catching up to do you know." He grins as he waves the bartender over and orders another beer for the both of us. Now this is the main problem when we try and meet girls for some reason we always end up getting shit faced before we even think about picking one up.

"Thanks, so how do things look tonight out on the dance floor?" I asked as I started drinking my beer.

"Ah I haven't really noticed; I figured I'd wait for you to show up before I go on the prowl." 

Seeing that he was already on his third beer, since I had shown up, things were already looking down for the two of us , plus the pickings were slim being that it was thirties night. Something I didn't think he'd noticed when he came in.

"Well maybe we can head back to my pad and just hang out for awhile with a six pack and talk about old times." I said hoping to get something out of this night since we don't see very much of each other like most of our little gang.

He shrugged and ordered a six pack to go and headed for the door, only then did he notice that the women in the bar were much older then he would have liked. 

"What the fuck is this?" He grunts.

I laughed and slapped him on the back as we walked into the parking lot to pick up our cars. It was going on nine when we reached my dorm and slipped in through the back so the security guard wouldn't see us and make a fuss. We both settled on the aging couch with our beers and talked about the many adventures we had while in high school. Yes I said adventures, being that we live in bumble-fuck there isn't very much to do so we use to all hang out at an old rundown mill where we drank and smoked pot. A number of times we found ourselves being chased by the police through the woods and fields but those stories are for another time. Well we spent the rest of the night downing beers and playing Nintendo till at one point I must have passed out. 

I awoke Friday morning in the closet lying in a pool of my own vomit with a Nintendo controller still in my hand. As always it had been one hell of a night. Luckily I didn't have school today so I flopped down in front of the pc and surfed the net. After a while one of my friends instant messaged me and we started chatting. Kris was once Jeff's girlfriend way back in high school; also she was one of the few females of our gang. She was a dirty blond with tan skin and a fair body with more then a hand full of breasts. We had cyber sex a couple of time before and after my luck with the girls these days I was hoping we would do so again. But not today, we spend most of the day talking about the most recent animes we'd seen and then she was off for work. So I ended up messing around on the net and playing a little Nintendo before hitting the sack.

Saturday finally rolled around and I ended up spending most of the day getting ready and checking my over filled email box. Most of it being porn mail of course. After finishing up what ever I had to do I headed out to Jocelyn's house. She lived a little closer to town then I did, but it didn't take to long to get there, no more then twenty minutes. I pulled into her drive way and the first thing I noticed was that her parents aren't home but that wasn't really anything new they were on a business trip at least 3 times a week. Their door was never locked so I had always walked right in and did so; their house always had a faint small of lilacs something I'm sure that I would never forget. I found Jocelyn in her room watching T.V. with a tan tank top on and a pair of boxers that always seemed small on her because they were worn low around her waist, something that she normally wears to bed. She smiled as I walked into her room and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Hey there Jimmy, you're early." She said while turning to give me a hug. 

I tried to not look down her tank top but I don't have much self control and ended up looking anyhow. She, as I guessed, wasn't wearing anything under that tank top and I could see her small breasts with ease.

"It's good to see you again Joce, I've missed you." I said as she pulls away.

"Yeah it is good to see you too; it's been to long if you ask me. Though I do wish you came a little later I haven't even taken my shower yet." She said while standing up.

"I should have known better, you were always a late sleeper." I said while eyeing her long shapely legs.

She glances back at me and grins. "Quit checking out my ass and help me find a towel."

I laughed and got up and started looking around her room for a towel, while making a mental note to be less obvious while checking her out. She found it on the far side of her room, and walked back over to me and gave me a second hug and thanked me for helping her look.

"I'm going to go and take a shower now, make yourself at home and watch some T.V. of something. I shouldn't be too long." She slipped into her bathroom leaving me in her room alone.

After all these years we have been together it is a wonder that we never hooked up, I always thought it was something I did or said. But then again I was always happy to have her as a friend. I looked through her DVD collection and found an anime I had yet to see and popped it into the DVD player. It was an older movie that was full of sex and violence, two of my favorite things. I watched the movie for about twenty minutes then Jocelyn came out of the bathroom in just a towel and sat beside me and started to watch the movie as well.

"Boy it figure's you would pick this to watch." She said with a smile.

"Well you know me Joce, sex and violence all the way." I said with a wicked grin.

Just then one of the better sex scenes came on with a brother and a sister having hardcore sex in the basement of the giant city smashing robot plant they were in. I didn't notice at first but Jocelyn's hand had disappeared under her towel and was now between her legs, and she was panting lightly. I could feel my own tool start to swell up at just the thought of what she was doing. Still shocked but pleasantly surprised at her actions I spoke, without even thinking.

"You know it's not fair that you're having all the fun here." I blurted out.

She just turned and looked at me with a smile and said. "Well, get into a towel."

I couldn't believe my ears and I sort of did a double take at her. Then I quickly rushed into her bathroom and stripped, slipped into a towel and went back into her room. Though to my disappointment the scene had already ended and her hands were in view again sitting on her lap. But knowing this type of flick there would be plenty more where that came from. 

We sat in silence and my hard on had already softened by the time the second sex scene came on. This time it was one of the giant robot pilots and the sister from the earlier scene inside the cockpit of the robot itself. Again I glanced over to see her playing with her self again, this time she was also lightly rubbing her breasts as she did so. My cock once again stood at attention and I slipped my hand under my towel and started to rub one off. I didn't see Jocelyn looking at me till I felt her hand on my thigh.

She put her finger to my lips as I was about to speak then she leaned in and started kissing me deeply our tongues darting into each others mouth. She then slipped her hand under my towel and took my cock lightly into her hands and started moving it up and down. I let out a soft moan and kissed her deeper as I started to fondle her small breasts through her towel. She sighed with delight and reached up with her free hand and removed her towel letting it fall from her shoulders revealing her perfect soft breasts and light pink nipples. I couldn't help myself and I leaned in and took one of her breasts into my mouth while my hand pinched and moved in circles around her other.

"Oh... Jimmy... Yes... More..." She moaned between breaths

I moved to her other breast and did the same while playing with her nipple with my free hand. The sounds that came from her proved that I was doing the right thing. Her hand moved on my cock quicker now and from time to time she would play with my balls. Suddenly she pulled away and stood up in front of me and let the towel fall from her waist giving me a full view of her splendid body and trimmed mound. I leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her stomach and left a trail of them down to her mound. She sighed and closed her eyes and leaned her head back sweat now mixing with the water still left from her shower. I slipped my tongue into her folds and took in her sweet smell while probing her. 

She bend over suddenly and placed her hands on my back and started to rake her nails down it, then she started quivering and let out a load moan as she filled my mouth with her juices. I pulled away after a few more licks and she looked down at me and smiled then lowered herself down to my cock and took it into her mouth. Let me tell you it was like I had died and gone to heaven when her soft lips made contact with my swollen member and stiffened up a bit on the couch. She started to bob her head up and down on my cock while I played with her hair and rubbed her back. Then she stood up again and startled me and kissed me deeply and whispered sweetly "I love you James." as she slowly lowered herself onto me. 

I had never expected to hear those words ever come out of her mouth, but hearing them for the first time, it sounded natural, as if those words were just for me and me only. She started to move up and down on me slowly for a time then started to quicken the pace as she grew nearer to a second orgasm. She howled like banshee when she came again and started to pound me even harder, her slender ass slapping on my thighs. I reached out for her and helped her off of me; she gave me a sort of pouting look until I bend her over the couch and entered her from behind. I started off slowly but that didn't last long and I was soon slamming into her, her ass jiggling as I pounded away. Then with a growl I quickly pulled out and shot my load onto her ass and crumpled onto of her. 

We lay there, that way, for the rest of the night and cuddled. The next morning her parents came home so we spent much of the day with them talking about school and our futures. To sum things up, Jocelyn is almost finished school and she is looking to get a place of her own. She asked me if I would move in with her and being that we reached a new level in our relationship. I thought this to be a great idea and as you guess jumped at the chance. Who knows perhaps something between she and I will grow into something greater then what we already have together. But I'll have to save that story for another day.

(Note: I'd like to thank OmegaZone for editing this story - perhaps the best editor I have yet to meet.)

Between Friends Ch. 01




The lovely Becky reacts to a low hard body punch during a violent and erotic wrestling match. 

Donna stood over the still body of my wife after having just knocked her out.. She was excited and trembling with unexpected arousal. How had what was supposed to have been a friendly home wrestling match for the entertainment of their husbands come to this violent and erotic conclusion? The answers were long in coming and would reveal repressed desires and a major challenge for both couples. 

Becky and I had been friends with Donna and Dave ever since we had moved to our current home several years ago. Becky and Donna are physical education teachers in the local school system and moonlight as instructors at a fitness center. Both are fit and trim and enjoy participating in a variety of athletics. Becky is an attractive and slender 5'7" woman with medium length thick brown hair. Donna is an inch shorter and a bit heavier with blond hair styled in a boy-cut.

One evening the four of us were clobbering each other over an air hockey game in our recreation room. Dave noticed some of my video equipment spread out on a nearby table. He worked in production at a local TV station and we began talking about our amateur film projects. Donna commented that she bet Becky was my favorite subject. Becky blushed slightly and replied yes, that was so.

Donna brightened and said that was exactly the same for her and Dave. We didn't go into details but decided we shared a mutual interest in what we called "private home videos." After I thought we had dropped the subject Donna pulled Becky off into another room. Dave and I could hear them chattering and laughing before coming back to us.

Becky announced, "I've been wondering what to get my husband for his birthday. How about Donna and I put on a show for you boys that you will never forget?"

"Yes," Donna chirped in. "We've talked a time or two about what it would be like to wrestle each other and we were going to do it at work after hours. But let's say, instead, next Friday we get together at our house and Becky and I have a go at each other, maybe best out of three pins, and you guys can video tape us until your little hearts' content?"

Dave's big sloppy grin told us that he was all for it. And as for me, the blood was already rushing to my temples with anticipation. I don't know about Donna, but this was out of character for my wife. But she did have a strong competitive streak in her. All the following week Becky refused to discuss the subject with me but I suspected Donna and she were making plans.

Finally Friday evening came and we went over to their house. After drinks our wives disappeared and Dave and I went downstairs to their recreation room where they had set up the wrestling "ring." They had pulled all of the hard furniture to the sides of the room creating an open space in the center. Several thick workout mats had been laid out on the floor and covered with sheets. We didn't say much as we fiddled with our cameras and waited for the women.

Soon they both padded barefoot downstairs dressed in bathrobes. "Let's get the show on the road!" they announced together.

Becky started swaying and quietly humming the burlesque tune as she undid the sash on her robe and let it fall away. I was thrilled to see she was wearing her snug lime green rio style bikini swimsuit. I was not expecting her to wear something so revealing. Donna slipped out of her robe. She was wearing a blue bikini swimsuit, full cut, but perfectly accenting her nicely rounded curves. She turned slowly around several times, cocking her hips first to one side then to the other. 

"Ain't we cute?" Becky purred in a low voice and then added coyly, "Got your cameras ready boys?" 


Becky and Donna show off just before they start to wrestle.

The two women stepped to the middle of the open area. Donna looked at Dave and I. "We decided this would be pretty open-ended. We'll just see what's going to happen. So, no interference from you two, Okay?"

We nodded, and with that Becky and Donna smiled at each other and then suddenly rushed together with surprising force. They locked hands and pushed hard, testing their strength against each other. Donna appeared naturally to be the stronger, the muscles rippled across her shoulders as she strained against my wife. But Becky was quicker and more agile and she twisted and turned for advantage. 

Becky got her arms around the back of Donna's neck and under her arm, using the leverage to bend Donna down. Donna embraced Becky around the waist and the two of them went down on their knees. Neither could break the other's hold.

Donna gradually forced Becky down onto her back. They both grunted and giggled as they released at the same time. Then Becky grabbed Donna at the wrists and the two of them, their bodies pressed tightly together, rolled over twice until the cushions against the sofa stopped them.

They slid back toward the center of the room. But as they did so, Donna pushed Becky down on her back, threw her right leg over her upper torso, and suddenly she was straddling her. 

She pressed hard on Becky's shoulders and crowed, "I think I've pinned you!"

As she bore down, Donna's blue top slipped off of one of her nicely rounded breasts. I was thinking, "Sweet." Then I noticed her exposed nipple was totally erect. I could barely keep the camera steady as I wondered if this was just because of the strenuous competition or was she maybe enjoying the bodily contact for other reasons? I glanced at Dave and saw he was noticing the same thing. 

Donna started to count, but Becky pulled her legs up and forward, hooking Donna under her arms with her feet. Becky pulled and Donna was propelled backwards off of her. Before Donna could recover Becky spun around and put her in a competitive wrestler's pin while laying at an angle off to her side to prevent Donna from doing the same thing she had just done to her. I admired my wife's smooth and quick motion, not to mention a good view of her firm butt straining against the fabric of her narrow bikini as she applied the pin. 

Donna thrashed about for a moment but then conceded. "I give!"

Becky hopped to her feet and did a little cheerleader victory jig. Donna got up smiling while pulling her top over her exposed breast. But there was a hard glint in her eye. I could tell her competitive nature didn't like being beaten like that. Perhaps sexual tension added to the situation. The next round might be full of surprises.

Both women were breathing hard and perspiring from the exertion. They slowly circled each other.

Becky, full of herself, chanted slyly, "Bet you'd like to hoold me... bet you'd like to squeeeze me... bet you'd like to kisss me..." 

I had heard her say this before, when she was playful and experiencing a desire for a romp in the clover. Was she getting aroused too I wondered?

With that, they were at each other again. They embraced in mutual bear hugs and tried to throw each other down. They grunted and groaned and then began to laugh. Suddenly they were off balance and went down on the mats in a heap. They grappled in a flurry of arms and legs until Donna got Becky on her back and again straddled her. Only this time she placed herself further forward so Becky couldn't hook her with her feet. My view was of Becky's green bikini top peeking out from under Donna's blue bottoms as Donna gripped Becky's sides with her thighs and bore down. But my wife's agility again served her well. Her legs churned furiously and she managed to turn over onto her stomach and wiggle out from under Donna.

The action was getting a lot more intense. Becky scrambled to her feet with a little hoot of derision. 

Donna got up while saying, "You're not going to get away this time." 

She had a feral expression on her face. She wasn't kidding around anymore. Still, the next moment startled everyone. Donna made a fist with her right hand, hauled back, and drove a hard punch into Becky's gut, right at the waistline of her low-slung bikini with a loud "Thunk!" 


Donna's punch doubles Becky over

It happened fast. With a look of amazement Donna hurriedly stepped back and abruptly broke off the assault. I don't think at the time she was planning to do it. She was simply caught up in the heat of the moment. 

Becky's reaction was one of shock and dismay. She gritted her teeth, clutched her midsection with both hands, and let out a long, "Ohhh!" 

She doubled over and then fell into the sofa. She evidently passed out as she fell. With arms now thrown loosely back, she slowly tumbled off the sofa and onto the mats. She rolled completely over once and ended up laying on her back, unmoving, half on and half off one of the floor mats. 

The thought occurred that maybe Dave and I should break this up before someone got hurt. But our wives' display of power and sensuality rooted us in our places. It would be the girls' call. 


Becky passes out as she falls first into a sofa.


Becky's body then rolls onto the floor.


Out cold, she ends up lying sprawled on her back.

Donna looked down at my wife with a smile of grim satisfaction. Becky seemed to regain her senses as Donna stood over her and pulled her up to a sitting position. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

Becky grimaced, "It just took me by surprise, that's all. I suppose you want to count that as your pin? Okay, that mean the next one tells the tale."

Becky's top came undone as she got up and it fell away. She didn't seem to mind as she tied it back into place. She had an odd expression, like she was so into her own little world she didn't notice Dave's leer or my embarrassment. The two women started circling each other. Despite her bravado, Becky appeared unsteady. Donna seemed to relish her power and ability to dominate. 


Becky seems to recover and puts her top back on.

Donna said, "There is one more thing I want to try on you but I don't think it will hurt nearly as much as the punch. It's called a 'sleeper.'"

Standing behind her, she put her hands around the base of Becky's neck feeling for pressure points. Becky tried to twist away. But there was no fight left in her. It was almost as if she had given up and was willing to submit to whatever her friend had in mind for her. She groaned softly as her head lolled down.

Satisfied that she knew where to squeeze, Donna pushed her down onto her knees, coming down behind her. With her right hand Donna stroked the side of Becky's face before encircling her neck and bringing her left arm alongside of Becky's head. She suddenly applied pressure in both areas. 


Donna sleepers Becky.


Donna holds Becky upright as she slips into unconsciousness.

Becky's eyes went wide as she tried to pry Donna's arms away from her neck while she was at the same time being pulled backwards. Once her legs were out from under her, she thrashed from side to side for a moment causing one breast to become exposed. But then she just seemed to passively surrender to Donna's embrace. She stopped struggling. She gave out a series of deep and prolonged soft, "Ah, ah, ah," as if she was now experiencing some sort of pleasure. She even had a little smile on her face as she suddenly convulsed and then went still. She slipped into complete unconsciousness. 

Donna released her hold immediately and let Becky's limp body slide all the way to the floor. Her legs were bent up at the knees. Donna demurely pulled Becky's bikini top over her breast and then pushed her legs down until she was lying spread-eagled on her back. She breathed slowly as if asleep. She looked so lovely and so vulnerable. 


Donna allows Becky's body to collapse backwards onto the floor.


Becky is insensible as we stare down at her.

Donna knelt over her fallen friend. She touched Becky on the cheek. She was oblivious to both her husband and I and seemed to be exhilarated as well as confused. She smoothed Becky's hair and then her hand glided down and over Becky's top. She made caressing little circles over the material and then pushed it aside.

She mumbled, more to herself than to us, "Cute.... Your little titties are so nice and hard. I have to know just one thing.... I have to know if you enjoyed this the same way I did."


Donna has just spread Becky's arms and legs apart and run her hand down her body.

With that, her hand continued down the center of Becky's body, over her stomach, until she got to the waist of her bikini panties. 

"Oh my, it is a little red here where I hit you. I hope you won't be too sore," she said gently. 

She hesitated and then continued down, tracing a line with her index finger over the nylon until she came to Becky's rounded vulva, made quite distinct by the tight panties and the way her legs were spread. Donna slowly and gently pressed several times until Becky's labial lips were outlined by the fabric. 


Donna is about to feel inside Becky's bikini.

Breathing hard, Donna returned to the waistline. This time her hand disappeared under the swimsuit bottoms, causing it to lift up and exposing some light fluff hair around the edges. Donna was quivering and her breath was coming in short little gasps as she withdrew her hand and looked at it. Her fingertips were wet and slippery, glistening with moisture.

She backed away from her unconscious friend, stood up, and nudged Becky's body with her foot. Becky didn't move. She was still totally out. 


Donna leaves the still out cold Becky lying spread-eagled.

Dave and I were shocked and hardly comprehending as Donna said, "Yes, you obviously enjoyed it as much as I did."

The sight of Donna standing over my fallen wife invoked in me both feelings of sympathy and passion. What had Becky experienced? Why was she so turned on? Did the two of them have any idea it would come to this? 


Becky never looked more vulnerable or helpless.

Becky started to come around. I was going to help her but she motioned me back. She got slowly to her feet, again with the same distant expression on her face, as if she was in her own private world. Would it be a world I would be allowed to share in or was this something just between friends?


Becky slowly recovers and gets to her feet.

The End (to be continued)



Between Friends Ch. 02



(Welcome to the second chapter of Between Friends, just to let you know these stories will jump around a bit. But I feel that way you'll know the characters much better if you relive their past to better understand the present. Anyhow I hope that you the readers will grow to enjoy my tales of these close bunch of friends and look forward to each story as I do writing them because it will all be in vain if those I am trying to reach are not interested. Also not all of my stories will be erotica. With that lets get on with the show.)

Pete, Sue and I were watching T.V. in my room on a Sunday evening. Their had not been much to do all week and we were starting to get a bit stir crazy. We sent Mark and Kris out on a run to see if they could score any pot for us tonight. At least that way we wouldn't care so much if we didn't have anything to do because we would be stupid, but that was over 2 hours ago and we were starting to get a little worried. Normally we would go through our normal guy but he got busted not to long ago so we had to make trips into the city for our grass these days and no one welcomed that job. Plus after listening to Sue and Pete suck face for the last hour hasn't been to much fun either.

I think they have been together for over 2 years now. They met each other through Jeff's girlfriend Kris. Sue wasn't a bad looking girl at all though she was a little tall for my taste being that I am only 5'8" and she a whopping 6". But those long legs more then made up for that and on top of that she had a nice rack. Aside from her looks she was a really sweet girl, not the type you would think that would hang out with Kris and Jeff who are more on the wild side of things. Pete on the other hand was a first grade jock. Built like a tank with a charming smile to go along with the package. It's a wonder that he even hangs out with us more so then his jock buddies. Though being one of the few colored kids in our school one can understand why he doesn't hang out with the jocks. Doesn't matter to me much though anyone is really welcome to our little gang.

Finally Mark and Kris arrive busting through the basement door into my room. They both had huge grins on their faces so we took that as a good sign being that the last three times we had tried to score pot we failed. Mark and Kris were brother and sister, though if you didn't know them you would never be able to tell. Mark was basically a good kid though he tended to play stupid pranks on people from time to time but other then that he was your run of the mill Joe. Kris on the other hand was a hand full, she has quite a mouth on her and it tends to get us into trouble a lot. Plus she loves a good party and being coupled with Jeff that's not a good thing. Though she is quite cute, hell if she weren't with Jeff I sure as hell would make a move.

"Sorry for being so late guys, but Krissy here wouldn't leave till we found something." He sighs while dropping the rather large bag of weed onto my desk.

"That's cool Mark, I'm glade something came of it." Sue squeaks as she pulls out the rolling papers. 

"Should we give the others a call?" I asked, always wanting to spend more time with Jocelyn.

"Fuck them James! They could have waited with the rest of you's but they wanted to stay home instead." She barks and everyone in my room winches knowing if she awoke my old man, hell would have to be paid. " I say since there is plenty, we enjoy our labors tonight and smoke the rest with'em tomorrow." 

"Fine, fine just lower your damn voice Kris. You remember what happen last time we woke my old man up." I grunt remembering him storming into the basement and screaming his damn head off at us. Kris just sticks her tongue out at me and flopped down onto the bed to watch Sue.

Sue had just finished rolling the joints and was about to spark one when I slapped the lighter from her hand. "What are you nuts? No way we are doing that in here, lets go to the old mill." I said trying not to pay attention to the glare I was getting from Pete. Sue just nodded and shoved the joints into her pocket and headed for the door while everyone else was getting their coats or whatever else they wanted to bring.

We started our half mile trek through the corn field just behind my home, keeping somewhat quiet till we past all the houses near the fields. I was walking beside Kris silently checking her out in her mini skirt and loose fitting blouse that if she raised her arms just right you could get a sneak peak at her tits when I was interrupted by a cob of corn smacking the back of my head. As I toppled forward I managed to get a glance at Mark who was already picking off a few more cobs for the up coming battle. 

The girls seeing what was about to go down quickly ducked out of the way as Pete launched a cob square into Marks back. Now you would think that getting hit with a cob of corn hurt and I would tell you that your right, but with this bunch this was nothing new. I rolled quickly to the side and picked up the cob that Mark beamed me with and flung it into his stomach causing him to drop to the ground defeated. 

Now it was down to Pete and I and from experience I knew that getting hit by Pete was the worse kind of pain one could ever feel. So I crawled off the path and into the field picking cobs as I went along waiting for the right moment. Pete crashed into the corn throwing cobs randomly in hopes that he would score a hit, but little did he know that I had managed to crawl behind him. I jumped into action and wailed all six of my cobs at once into the back of his head thinking that would be enough to drop any sane man.... Well I was wrong, he simply turned around and with a low growl slapped me with the cob he had been holding in his hand across my face and it went all black.

When I awoken we were at the old mill, both Sue and Kris were knelt beside me and cleaning my busted lip while Pete and Mark were laughing about our little battle. Still sore from losing I stood up and slapped Pete across the back of the head. "Your some kind of animal Pete, that should have had you out cold." I said while the girls were giggling behind me. Pete just smiled and shrugged as Sue wrapped her arms around his huge waist and pulled out one of the joints and handed it to him.

God knows how long we spent sitting their and smoking pot while chatting about school and parents. It really felt good to be out with the gang again, though it would have been even better if the whole gang had been there but you take what you can get, there is always tomorrow. By this time both Sue and Pete had snuck off to make out some more, while Kris and I were stuck listening to one of Marks wild stories.

"Man this reminds me so much of Nam! Like when da boys and I had finished scouting for Charlie we would hang out at da barracks taking shotgun hits from our rifles. Then we would be like "It aint nothing man, it aint nothing! " "Mark said in his "I'm a Vet voice".

Even though we had all be born well after Vietnam War for some reason when ever Mark got high he would go on and on about being a Vet in the war. It was really weird but we never really paid it to much mind. We would just nod our heads and listen to his stories since half of the time they were really funny. But the fun was about to end when the flashing lights of two police cars pull onto the dirt road leading to the mill. 

We had just about jumped out of our skins when we saw the lights. Kris quickly put out the joint we were smoking and shoved it into her pocket. "Shit , it's the Police. Mark find Sue an Pete and tell them to book it back to James house and we'll meet em there." Then she took my hand and drags me toward the door while Mark took off looking for the others. 

As we reached the door we saw two cops making their way up the stairs and we decided that it would be best if we ran the other way. So we took off toward the rear entrance passing Sue and Pete who were still making out on a stack of hay with Mark nowhere in sight "What the fuck are you two doing the? The police are here!" She barked as we made our way out the back door into the corn field. From then on it was all really a haze, I remember seeing flashlights following us for awhile in the field but they soon gave up chase and turned back. And I think I heard Sue and Pete at one point as they ran close behind. What I remember most of that night was slipping and falling into a pile of dog shit close to the end of the field and Kris laughing her ass off as she helped me back up and made our way back into my basement.

Once inside I figured it would be a good idea if I took a shower quickly and changed my clothes while I waited for the others to show up. Kris was back on my bed watching T.V. as I slipped into the bathroom and undressed. I started the shower and brushed my teeth while I waited for the water to warm up when Kris walks into the bathroom. I didn't think a full body blush was possible but she proved me wrong as she stood there gawking at me her eyes never leaving my package as I backed into the tub and used the curtain to cover my body. That must have snapped her out of it and she quickly left the bathroom. 

Shame I thought, it would have been really sweet if something would have happened that night between us but I don't think I nor Jeff would ever forgive me so I am kind of glad nothing happened. Though now I had this raging hard on to get rid of. After quickly rubbing one off I got dressed and went back into my bedroom where both Sue and Pete were waiting but still no sign of Mark. We spent the rest of the night waiting for him to show but he never did and we soon all ended up heading home.

It wasn't till the next day that we find out that Mark had been arrested on Trespassing and spent the night in jail. Pissed off his father mightily and we did not see him for a whole two months. Though he now had plenty more Nam stories of being in a prison camp to tell us when ever we got high. That was one of our more exciting adventures while we were still in high school though those days seem to be long passed as we head our separate ways into college.

(A thanks to OmegaZone for helping with the editing of this story!)



Between Friends Ch. 02



We drove home is silence after Becky's wrestling encounter with her friend Donna. As she showered, I turned down the bed. Becky had hardly said a word since the match ended with her being knocked out for several minutes. I assumed she was sore, humiliated, and wanted to be left alone. What was supposed to have been just a playful tussle between two girl friends to entertain themselves and their husbands, had turned into something much more violent and erotic than anyone would have anticipated. 

So I was surprised when she came into the bedroom wearing only silver satin thong panties. Such was usually an invitation for marital bliss. She slipped her lithe body into bed next to mine and whispered almost plaintively, "Make love to me. Just be gentle."

Afterwards, as we lay in the dark, naked and spent, Becky started reflecting. "I never expected that to happen with Donna and me." 

"You mean her punching you and then putting you out with that sleeper hold of hers'?" I asked as I carefully massaged her back. 

"Yeah, that too," she replied, "But my reaction is what I don't understand. Don't worry, I'm not sexually attracted to Donna and I don't think I'm a masochist. But pinning her and being taken down by her both were intensely arousing. As I was going out, the last thing I was aware of was dampening my swimsuit bottoms so much I though it was going to run down my leg."

I was stirred by that image and at the same time felt a twinge of possessive jealousy. I said, "Donna was obviously turned on too. You do know she felt you out pretty explicitly when you were unconscious?"

"Yes," Becky replied calmly, "She told me that as we were getting dressed. And I'm kind'a glad because she was just as shocked and surprised about what happened as I was."

Becky took my hand in hers' and continued, "I think it's all about both power and control, submission and giving in. Closely related to sex maybe, but not the same thing. I trusted her not to really hurt me so I just utterly surrendered when she had me in her sleeper hold. It was painful and yet somehow very sensuous."

Becky rolled over on top of me. Her subtle perfume and body heat were intensely alluring. 

In a hushed voice she whispered, "Just don't get any ideas about beating me up, okay? What we have is different and infinitely better. I want you to come into me again, if you are up to it."

The next evening I was editing the video I had taken of the wrestling match. I loved the display of competitive aggression between the two women. But I was particularly taken by the scene of Becky in her revealing green bikini lying unconscious and spread-eagled on the floor. Next, there was Donna running her hand over Becky's prone body. Becky watched the tape with me and she studied Donna's expression carefully. It sure seemed to be about sex, at least for Donna. She looked like she was on the verge of climaxing as she slipped her hand inside of Becky's bikini and probed her wetness.


Becky, after she had been sleepered unconscious in the first match.

Several months passed. Becky and Donna still seemed to be good buddies. They even did a long planned photo shoot for the cover of the local city magazine that was running an issue highlighting physical fitness. The result was gorgeous. The two of them were smiling into the camera; Becky was wearing a red sport bra and Donna wearing a blue one, both with coordinated running tights. Donna's hand rested on Becky's shoulder as Becky flexed one arm with a chrome barbell. They got a lot of compliments about the picture and the accompanying article. The money wasn't bad either.

It wasn't long after that Becky announced to me, "You might think we're crazy and perverted but Donna and I want to wrestle at least one more time. We want to try to figure out why we reacted the way we did the first time. Of course we want you and Dave there too. You can video it if you want. Trust me, this is just between friends, nothing more." 

"You'll get no argument from me," I said.

But the notion made me apprehensive as well as excited. I was wondering about Becky and how she would react. I also worried about how Donna would behave. The only time I had talked to Dave he said, with a wink his wife had been "horny as hell" since the first wrestling match. He didn't mention or seem to mind her violence or her apparent coming on to Becky.

The following Friday we returned to Donna and Dave's house. Once again the recreation room had been turned into a cushioned wrestling ring. Against the far wall there was the same sofa. The girls wanted some background music, and so jazz, heavy on the sax, was coming from the CD player. 

Dave and I stood around with excited anticipation until our wives came downstairs in their dressing gowns. This time Donna disrobed first as Becky, imitating a ring announcer, said, "Now in this corner, wearing a purple two piece, standing 5'6" and weighing 132 pounds... Donna!" She was toned and even more attractive in a very snug bikini.

Then it was Becky's turn to step out of her robe. As she did so, Donna barked, "And in this corner, wearing a white bikini, standing 5'8" and weighing 124 pounds... Becky!"


Becky is ready to wrestle for a second time.

I noted both of our wives were wearing even smaller bikinis than last time. There must be a reason for this I couldn't immediately grasp. Perhaps they were trying to prove something. Becky never wore her white bikini in public, claiming it was too flimsy. So why was she wearing it now? She looked fantastic in it but it didn't look like it would stay in place during a wrestling competition. 

Donna's purple bikini was very form fitting. Her top was almost too small; the fabric sharply outlined her arresting breasts and nipples.

The girls joined hands and raised them up for a pose. As they let go, Donna gave Becky a pat on the rear. Still smiling, they faced off with knees bent and arms at the ready.

As they circled each other, first one and then the other tried to gain a hold but were rebuffed. This continued for several moments. Both were being cautious. Suddenly Donna went in low and grabbed Becky around the waist, twisted her around once, and then both of them toppled to the floor. They seemed to loosen up at this point; laughing and shrieking like a couple of kids as they grappled. 


Our wives begin to wrestle and soon are down on the mats.

From a crouching position, Becky executed a neat forward flip that ended with her sitting astride Donna's shoulders. She learned forward to pin Donna's arms over her head.

"You're not giving up already?" Becky asked in a mocking voice.

"Not by a long shot," Donna snarled.

She arched her back, got her feet flat on the floor and pushed up as hard as she could. The sudden jerk broke Becky's grip and with an added shove she toppled backwards while still astride her. Using her legs, Donna got a scissors around Becky's neck. As Becky strained against the hold, her legs stretched out on either side of Donna's upper body, her vulnerable nylon-clad crotch just inches from Donna's face.

Donna stared hard and then placed her hands on Becky's upper thighs. With her thumbs Donna pushed hard into Becky's vagina. This provoked a loud "Yiii!" from Becky. She brought one leg over and managed to roll away.


Donna and Becky are tightly entwined.

In a flash Donna pivoted around and gleefully threw herself onto Becky. They rolled back and forth several times, first one and then the other on top, but neither gaining control. 

Becky almost broke free and tried to scramble to her feet but Donna held her around the hips and pulled her back down. She got on top of Becky and laid full length on top of her. They both squealed and groaned. It was almost like they enjoyed embracing each other. As if to reinforce that suspicion, suddenly they paused and just stared at each other while breathing hard. 


Our wives seem to enjoy the close bodily contact.

"Okay this is good, really good," panted Donna. "But let's see if I can take you all the way down." 

Donna rolled off of my wife and leapt to her feet. Becky looked puzzled as Donna took her by the hand and pulled her up to her feet as well. Then, quick as a flash, Donna lashed out with her foot which thudded into Becky's stomach. With a sharp grunt Becky doubled over. Donna had a gleeful look on her face as she followed up her kick with a quick rabbit punch to Becky's gut. 


Becky doubles over from a kick in the stomach.


Donna follows up with a gut punch. 

Becky's eyes bulged and she let out a deep "Ughh!" as she doubled over again. She was momentarily incapacitated by the pain. I had hoped Donna wouldn't resort to punching but the wrestling seemed to get her excited and she couldn't help herself. But maybe this was part of her strategy to dominate and control Becky. At any rate, Becky did not resist as Donna leaned into her and in one swift motion hoisted her up on her shoulders. 

Becky was now draped upside down on Donna's back. Her white bikini stretched tightly over her prominently displayed butt. Donna turned several times, showing off her power and displaying Becky to maximum effect. I had to admit the sight of Donna completely dominating my wife was very arousing for both Dave and me. 


Becky is dominated by a triumphant Donna.

Becky was in a state of semi-consciousness as Donna released her and she dropped to the floor. She lay unmoving splayed out on her stomach. 

Donna gloated and poked her with her foot, "Can you hear me? I beat you and I beat you good! Have you had enough?"


Becky lays stretched out on the mats.

Becky seemed like she was out cold. But momentarily she started to stir. At first she groaned and then she turned over with a long drawn out sigh. 

"O goody!" Donna squealed in delight, "We can continue!"

I don't know if Becky heard her or not as she struggled to her hands and knees. Donna dropped to her knees, embraced Becky around the middle and flipped her onto her back. Becky tried to resist but she was still too disoriented. She flailed impotently as Donna again embraced her around the middle and squeezed. 


Donna tightly embraces a hardly resisting Becky.

Becky gasped but at the same time seemed to recover. She twisted away but as she did so the tie of her top around her neck came undone. Donna seemed to thoroughly enjoy herself as she leaned backwards into Becky and lifted both her head and legs up until her body was in a "U" shape. At the same time Donna's spread legs revealed that the crotch of her bikini was discolored by dampness. She seemed to be physically excited. 


Donna reveals how turned on she is by the wrestling.

How can they pretend this is not arousing them sexually I thought to myself? At the same time I knew how being turned on made Donna even more aggressive.

Donna swung around and pushed herself into Becky while raising her legs and butt high off the mats. Becky tried to squirm out of the hold but Donna bore down all the harder. Donna's round ass was sharply defined by flexing muscles. 


Donna bears down hard as Becky is pretzeled under her weight. 

Becky batted Donna's arms away but Donna grabbed her white top and gave a yank. It pulled away and Becky's small but well-rounded breasts were totally revealed. Becky grimaced in protest but made no attempt to cover herself. Rather, she pulled Dona's top off of her in turn. Now both women were topless. At first I felt embarrassed but now the contest seemed to become even more interesting as our partially-naked wives continued to struggle with each other.


Donna pretzels Becky as she presses her advantage.

Still in control, Donna stood up and pulled the flailing Becky to her knees. She embraced her from behind with what looked like a sleeper hold. 

I only thought, "She is going to sleeper Becky like last time." This excited me all the more as I recalled how sensual Becky said being sleepered was for her. 


Becky yanks off Donna's top as she is taken down.

Becky struggled at first but gradually relaxed. She willingly surrendered to Donna's firm embrace. Donna applied pressure, not to knock out Becky immediately, but to keep her suspended in a state of sensual-arousal. Apparently knowing she was turning Becky on increased Donna's own erotic pleasure as well. 


Donna sleepers Becky very slowly into unconsciousness.

Finally Becky's body went completely limp. She really was out cold this time. Donna released her grip and Becky was left lying on the mat. 

Donna looked down on her unconscious friend while breathing hard. "Okay cutie, I got you and I got you good! How are you feeling sweetie? Oh, I see your little tities are standing at attention." 


The unconscious Becky lies helplessly on the mats.

Donna looked at Dave and me. "There, ain't she cute? You want a better look?" 

With that, Donna hooked Becky under her arms and sat her up in a sitting position against a couch. Donna cupped one of Becky's breasts in her hand and lightly pinched her still erect nipple. 

"Ohh, nice and hard." 

Donna tried to pretend she was just making fun of Becky's condition. But she sure seemed to want to feel her out. Becky leaned limply back into the cushions, utterly oblivious to what was being done to her. I wondered if she had indeed been turned-on by the wrestling and if she was experiencing any sensations now? Becky, clad only in her tight little bikini panties that left little to the imagination, concealed her inner secrets none-the-less. 


Becky is put on prominent display by Donna.

Becky started to come around. At first she straightened up in her sitting position and looked first at Dave and I as if to say, "Got an eye-full?" 

We thought the contest was over. But then Becky regarded Donna, It ain't over 'til it's over."

Becky slowly picked her herself up off the floor. She set her jaw with a renewed look of determination. She motioned to Donna and in a flash had embraced her and thrown her to the mats. 


In a blur of motion the tables are suddenly turned.

Flesh slapped against Flesh as our wives grappled with a level of energy we thought they had long-since expended. Donna was obviously caught off-guard as Becky put her in a half nelson and pressed her hard into the mats. Becky seemed to be trying awfully hard to prove something. She could be more than just a passive victim. She flipped Donna over and drove her fist into her gut, "Whump, whump!" 


It is now Donna who is dominated and overpowered.

Donna cried out in pain but Becky kept up the onslaught. She got her legs around Donna and squeezed her hard in a scissors hold. Donna went limp and now was the one on the verge of being overwhelmed. 

Then Becky used her decepavily slender but powerful legs to flip Donna over her own body and onto her back. Donna didn't have time to react before Becky leapt on her and straddled her upper torso. At the same time Becky applied a smother hold.


Donna is thrown all over the mats.

Donna gave out a muffled protest but Becky seemed possessed and refused to let up. She would maintain later that this was just her natural aggressiveness being kicked into overdrive. But I thought of times when she went into an orgasmic frenzy when we made vigorous love. At those moments she also insisted on being on top, wanting either my cock or my tongue deep inside of her, and she wouldn't let up until we were both exhausted. She seemed to be in a similar state as she now rode Donna who writhed between her legs.


Becky is definitely the one on top now.

Slowly Donna's resistance weakened. In the next instant she was out cold. Becky flexed her body and let out a cry of triumph. She got up and looked down on Donna who was utterly spent and knocked out. There was no question; this match was Becky's victory by shear will and determination. One bare-breasted beauty stood over the other. 

When they had recovered and gotten dressed, they both calmly insisted they were nothing more than friends engaging in and utterly immersing themselves in hard competition. But I strongly suspected there was much more to it than that. They were both in deep denial. Subsequent events would prove me right. 

I was just as turned on by Becky's stunning feat of power and domination as I was by seeing her helpless and overcome. Now I wanted nothing so much as to get her home and into bed where I could reclaim my rightful place in the order of things. Donna was my competitor as well. Becky would only be too eager to romp with me. She wouldn't even take time to shower off before she fell into bed with me and we made almost violent love with the both the smell of her excretion and Donna's scent clinging to her body. 

The End (to be continued) 



Between Friends Ch. 02



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The fair was just that, a small time town fair but they were going to have fun. They walked down the midway, hand in hand as they tried to decide what to do first, which ride was worth the cost.

I looked over at Val, she was so slight, so small compared to my other girlfriends, but I could not take my eyes of her slim muscular body as she walked, could not stop thinking of how good it had been to fuck her.

I pulled her to me. Grabbing her by her ass, her firm hard round ass, I lifted her and kissed her, passionately, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth as my cock grew between us.

"Bobby do that again and you'll have to take me back to the car." Val tried to push away from me, tried to break my grip on her.

I covered her lips with mine again. There was no resistance from her, instead she parted her lips and let her tongue wander to my mouth.

"Please." I let her push away from me this time. "My panties are already soaked, if we keep that up I'll be dripping."

"I'd like to see that." I took her hand in mine and pulled her close to me pressing her hip to mine. I swear I could feel heat emanating from her body as our thighs touched.

"Maybe later lover. But right now I want to ride some of the rides here before I ride my new favorite one again."

My cock had begun to soften, but as soon as Val said that, it was back to rock hard. I was now hopeful for a repeat performance, not just a bunch a teasing.

I was amazed as we walked through the grounds, riding a couple of rides as we went, by how many people stopped to stared at Val. Val was very striking, her short soft brown hair, her large doe like eyes and her small little upturned nose made her face striking and her small compact athletic body swayed in just the right way to make people notice her. I just never realized how many noticed her before now. I was happy that my friend got so many adoring looks but I had to admit I was also a little jealous. After what we had just shared together, I was finding it hard not to think of Val in a very different way.

"Let's ride the Ferris wheel," Val squealed, grabbed my arm and began to drag me towards were she wanted to go.

I had to admit that the Ferris wheel was not one of my favorite rides at the fair, but as we stood in line, I realized that it would give us a little time to be very close to one another, and maybe I would be able to convince her that going to the car was a very good idea. As our turn came, we stepped onto the platform, hand in hand. Val's other hand was on my arm, drawing me close to her, but that did not stop the operator from looking at her. No, looking was not the right word, more like leering. He even looked a little cartoon-like as he stared at her firm smooth legs. I knew he was wondering what was under her skintight little skirt. I could tell he was trying to figure out if she was wearing any panties underneath, hell, I had been wondering the same thing. Even though she said she was, I wanted to find out for sure.

The operator stopped the car in front of us, throwing the safety bar open for us to get in. We both stopped as Val stepped into the car, both staring at her firm legs and perfect little ass.

"Free ride for the look," I told him as I got into the car next to Val. At first I didn't think he understood me and I was ready to hand him our tickets, but than he winked at me and slammed shut the safety bar, sending the car lifting towards the top of the wheel.

I placed my hand on Val's bare leg, content, for the moment, in just having her near me again. Twice we went around before our car stopped at the top giving us a view of the entire fair before and beside us. I was thinking of leaning over to Val, of kissing her, maybe running my hand up her leg, when Val was nearly in my lap, her lips pressing to mine, her tongue deep in my mouth. The passion with which we had made love earlier was back; the pure lust that had consumed us both was in her kiss. Her hand was on my chest, the other on my leg, edging its way up to my crotch and my waiting thick hard cock. I returned the favor, placing my hand on her ass, kneading it as I slowly lifted the hem of her skirt caressing her exposed flesh with my fingertips. Just then the ride started and we began to make our decent back to earth. The moment was broken. The passion that had welled up in us both was smothered. At the top of the Ferris wheel, only the people behind us could see us, and only our heads, but now that we were off the top of the wheel, we were once again full view of everyone around us.

"I think it's time we go back to the car," Val spoke very calmly as she pulled her skirt down, taking my hand in hers.

I could not speak. I looked at her, stared at her, and all I could see was her slim firm body atop me, riding my thick hard cock as we fucked. I did not remember getting off the ride, nor did I remember walking to the car, well, yes, I did. We were all over each other as we made our way back to my car behind the food stands. I had my hand on Val's firm tight ass, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt. She was wearing underwear, I discovered as I lifted her skirt high enough to expose her ass to me. A pair of bright red thongs that left both of her perfect little cheeks exposed to my hungry hand, but she was wearing underwear. As I let my hand drift between her cheeks, reaching forward, probing with my fingers for the heat that I knew was there, Val stopped and turned. Without warning, she threw herself into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I caught her, wrapping my arms around her ass holding her to me as she kissed my. I could feel the warmth between her legs as she pressed herself to my stomach. My cock twitched to feel it, to be inside her tight little hole.

"Oh God honey I need you," Val kissed my cheek as she whispered into my ear. "I need you to fill me, to make me come again."

I was walking as fast as I could, holding onto Val tight, as I looked around her, trying to find my car. As I stumbled towards the car and what I knew was going to be an other wonderful fuck with my best friend I began to paw at Val's panties; I did not want to waste time when I finally got her into the car. I grabbed a handful of the thin fabric in both hands and began to pull. I could hear the ripping as I pulled. I continued to pull; to twist my hands until I knew whatever was left on her would not get in my way. Val had moaned softly as her panties tore, leaning her head downward, pressing her lips to my neck.

"I just came baby. I just came a little bit when you tore my panties."

I almost came myself right there and than, a mere step from my car. The thought of her coming without me touching her, of her getting so excited by having me rip her panties was so much of a turn on. I would have to remember that to for later. The next time we were alone, I would have to see just how much she liked to have her clothes ripped off.

I was amazed by how easy it was to carry her, to move with her wrapped around my body. I had carried my girlfriends, lifted them into my bed, but never had I felt that I had the strength to do what Val and I were doing. Never had I ever thought of fucking one of them while we stood.

I let Val slit down my body a little, until her wet hot pussy was touch the tip of my cock. I could feel her heat as her pussy came to rest on my jean encased cock. God I wanted her. I wanted to slide deep into her tight little hole. We were at the car now. I leaned her against the cool metal, pushing her against the side of the car as I fumbled with my pants, freeing my aching cock. As soon as my cock was free, I slide Val still farther down my body, slowly impaling her on my stiff rod. I slid effortlessly into her, parting her lips and pushing easily deep into her; she was so wet, I could feel her juices covering my balls before I had sunken all the way into her.

"YES BOBBY." Val tightened her legs around my waist, shifting her weight, falling still farther onto my rigid thick cock.

I began to search for the door handle, my lips pressed to hers, our tongues dancing. I wanted to lay her on the backseat. I wanted to get into a better position to beat her, to slam my cock deep into her.

"No honey." Val's voice was low, husky, as if she could barely speak. "Fuck me right here." Her hands were in my hair as she kissed my face, my lips, my neck. "Fuck me against your car baby, make me come where we are."

I did not think it was possible, but as she spoke, as she kissed and nibbled on my face and neck, I got harder. I could not believe that she wanted me to fuck her leaning against my car, in full view of anyone. For a second, that tugged at my thoughts, the fact that anyone could see us, made me hesitate just for a heart beat before I took hold of Val's firm ass as started to slam my way in and out of her hot little tight hole. Val had me so horny, had me wanting her so badly that I would have fucked her on the ice in the middle of one of her performances.

Pressing my weight against her, pinning her to the side of the car, I began to fuck her. Sliding myself in and out of her steaming little hole. I could hear her body sliding against the car, her skin squeaking against the slick paint of the with every upward thrust I made into her.

"YES. YES. YES." Val was panting, repeating herself every time I drove myself deep into her burning hole.

I knew my pants were getting wet, the sex was flowing freely from her steaming cunt as I fucked her the best I could as I pressed her to the side of my car. She smelled so good, I wanted to taste her, to bury my head between her legs, letting her cover my face with her hot sweet sex, but I did not want to stop fucking her. It was so hot, so sexy, to be fucking her against my car, in plain sight of anyone that happened to look our way. We would be a sight. Val's skirt was up around her waist, her panties, what was left of them hanging from her thigh. My jeans were still covering my ass, how I am not sure but they were wide open in front, my briefs pulled down beneath my balls, as is slid back and forth inside Val's soaking cunt. Val's slim muscular legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck as she threw her head back and forth, as she rode my cock.

"Oh baby you are so wet." I moved one hand from her ass, lifting her shirt, exposing her hard little nipples. "So hot. You feel so good." I leaned into her, taking her pert little nipple between my teeth.

Val groaned, a deep throaty groan, as I bit down lightly on her hard little nipple, digging her hands into my hair, pulling me to her as we both picked up our tempo.

Val threw her head back, closing her eyes, biting her lip, she was coming, I could feel her orgasm, I could feel her muscles contracting as she tried her hardest not to scream. For a long time she held herself rigid, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as I fucked her through her orgasm, as I slid myself passed her pulsing muscles.

"Now baby." Val's body softened, she dropped her head to my shoulder. "Come. Fill me with your hot thick come." Her face was pressed against my neck as she spoke, kissing and nibbling me.

"Bobby I want you to fill me right now. I want you to drive yourself deep into me and come," Val's breath was so hot in my ear. My vision blurred as I listened to her, my heart was pounding hard in my chest. I could feel my balls tightening; I could feel my orgasm building.

"Bobby honey, now." Val covered my lips with hers, driving her tongue deep into my mouth as she arched her back, sliding down the car, forcing my stiff long cock deep into her flaming cunt.

As Val screamed into my mouth, she was coming again, her muscle making love to my cock, I came, filling her with one thick burning spray of come after another. We continued to fuck each other, much slower now, until we were both spent, until I was milked dry and Val no longer had the energy to help keep herself glued to the side of the car. Slowly we both collapsed to the grass, holding each other, Val laying her head in my lap.

"That was better then the first time." Val gently kissed the head of my soft sex covered cock. "If it's going to be that good between us all the time, you are going to have to fuck me at least twice a day."

I didn't say anything at first; instead, I stroked her soft brown hair, thinking of what it would be like to fuck her twice a day. I was thinking of all the places we could do it, all the different ways we could do it, we had a lot of time together each day.

"Why only twice?" I lifted Val to me as I bent, kissing her with all the passion I could, I had very little energy left for anything.

We sat there for a while longer, holding each other, not talking, just being. I think we were both surprised by the amount of true sexual desire we had for one another. All that teasing over the years is one thing, but when you actually cross the line, sometimes what you find is not what you thought. However, in our case it was more than I think either of us could have imagined. I had been hot and horny many times, but never like I had just been. Never had I wanted someone as bad as I had wanted Val at that moment, still wanted her. As I thought about it, as I envisioned her in a short little skirt, stockings, no panties, a felt my cock began to stir, to harden. I could not believe I could want more, could not believe that I could get hard again after two fabulous fucking in less than four hours.

"Oh no stud, not until I get some food inside me do you even get to think about that again." Val stood, pulling down her shirt and skirt. "Besides I'm not sure I can. I think you might have worn me out."

I stood up next to her, zipping my pants, taking her by the hand, drawing her towards me.

"Val, we have all the time in the world to screw our brains out."

"God, aren't you the romantic," she slapped me lightly on the cheek as I kissed her, giggling.

"Come along my little sex toy," I held my arm for her to take, "and I will endeavor to fill your stomach as I have filled your cunt."

"My what an asshole you can be sir." Val slid her arm through mine, pressing her body close to me. "You certainly know how to treat a woman. I can't believe you don't have more of them laying at your feet, worshipping you."

Val and I dropped into our normal banter, playfully taking jabs at one another as we wandered the fair looking for a vendor that would satisfy Val's hunger for food. Taking a seat at a picnic table with her hot container of fries, Val pulled me next to her, so close I had no choose but to but my hand on her smooth firm thigh. She was still so hot; I could feel her heat radiating from her, bathing me, making me think that maybe just one more time. I moved my hand up Val's leg, slowly, my palm on the top of her muscular thigh, my fingers between her legs. I watched her, as I moved my hand, looking for a sign from her, but she did not turn to look at me, instead she parted her legs, slightly, letting my hand continue upward, lifting her skirt. As the hem of her skirt doubled over, as my fingers inched towards her steaming hole, I felt that her legs were damp. I instantly hardened thinking that she was that wet that she was that hot again, but it soon dawned on me what it was I was feeling. As we had walked, as we had wondered amongst the vendors, my come had been dripping from her, had been coating her thighs as it oozed from her. I was amazed be the amount that was there, covering both of her thighs, making her soft warm skin sticking. I pulled my hand out from between her legs and brought it out from under the table. My fingers were covered with come; thick white and mixed with her sex.

"My panties caught the last batch, but someone got a little carried away earlier and now they are sitting in my purse, in shreds." Val took the French fry in her hand and passed it over my hand, scooping up the come, before placing it into her mouth, sucking on the French fry as she had my cock. "Not too bad," she winked at me, "but I would like to taste it from the source."

My cock, which had been slowly hardening at the thought of maybe fucking Val again, taking her in the backseat of my car, sprang to full attention at the thought of her giving me a blow job, of her letting me come in her mouth.

"No. I see that look in your eyes, no more sex until I recover," she kissed me softly on the cheek, taking my hand in hers. "Everything was so wonderful, but I have to tell you I really am a little sore; you are a lot bigger than anyone I have had before."

Wow did my ego swell as I looked into her deep brown eyes. Never, not one girl had ever compared me to anyone else, I am not sure why that was, but I sure it had to with the little green monster that lurks in the heart of all men. For some reason though, the comparison coming from Val made me feel good, not jealous of those that had come before me.

I helped Val finish her fries while we sat and talked. We talked about many different things but we avoided what we were doing and where we might be going. It was going to be hard for us for a while; it was going to be awkward at best until we figured things out. We were friends, very good friends, the type of friends that told each other everything. I knew things about Val, as she knew about me, that no one else knew and now we had had sex. We had given into that part of our friendship that had always been there, simmering under the surface. There was no going back, we could not shut that door now that it was opened; neither of us would want to go without for very long.

"I think it's time that you were taking me home now sir." Val handed me the fry container to dumb in the trash. "Since you have taken from me everything that I have to offer."

I love that twinkle in her eye, that impishness that came out of her whenever we were together, that part of her that messed with me so well.

"Well, when one offers it is rude for one to decline," I held out my hand to her.

"Do I have a wet spot?" She turned her back to me, giving me a wonderful view of her tight little ass as she brushed at the back of her skirt.

Her tight short jean skirt did have a spot on it, a patch were the denim was darker than the rest. I told Val that she did.

"Good." Val took my hand and began moving towards the parking lot. "I want to be sure to have a physical reminder of tonight." She pulled herself closer to, laying her hand on my arm.

She was such a devil, such a smartass.

"That way when I wake up tomorrow I will be sure that it wasn't just all a wonderful dream"

It did not take us long to make it to my car, this time I opened the door for her and helped her in before moving around to the drivers side. As I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot Val's small strong fingers on my thigh, I began to regret that our night was over, that our time together was coming to an end. I would have loved to think it was only because I wanted to be with her, to share her company, but the truth was I wanted her again, I wanted to fuck her.

I was lost in thought, thinking of how good Val felt, how good she tasted, when I pulled into her driveway and put the car in park, so lost in thought that I did not realize that Val was climbing into my lap until she had nearly completely doing so.




Between Friends Ch. 03



( Welcome to the third installment of Between Friends. It would be best if those who are new to this series read chapters 1 & 2 first before reading this. That way you would get to know the characters a little better. As I have said before these stories do tend to jump around and are not always erotic in nature. Enjoy!)

"Balls! Their ain't nothing to fucking do tonight!" Kris grunted as she slammed her beer down onto the table in my room.

"Calm the fuck down honey, were gonna play poker tonight once Joce and Mark get here." Jeff slurs already buzzed.

Like so many other nights the gang and I are sitting In my room in the basement of my house waiting for someone or another to show up so we could do something. Though tonight was slightly different then the norm we had a plan. We were going to play a game of poker while emptying this here keg Jeff's dad bought for us. It seemed like a good plain to us only problem was that of course some people couldn't make it or were late. Both Pete and Sue were stuck having dinner with her parents tonight and Mary our latest addition was stuck at home baby sitting her brothers. So that left Jocelyn and Mark who just recently started dating though to tell you the truth I hope they crash and burn being that I hated seeing my friend date the love of my life. But that's the way the wind blows and I guess and I can deal with it.

About twenty minutes later they walk in through the door, Jeff jumps to greet Mark with a hand shake and then he slaps Jocelyn on the ass before walking back to the table where Kris and I were waiting getting the cards ready for tonight's game.

"Hey James, how have you been? I haven't seen you in awhile." Jocelyn says with a smile while fingering her dark brown hair.

I force a smile and said, "Nothing much really, just the same ol' shit different day." But something told me she didn't buy it as she looked into my eyes like she could read my mind or something. She was about to press further when Jeff slammed his fist into the table and announced that it was time to play. I kind of smiled to myself as I slithered my way out of her questioning and started pouring them beers while Jeff shuffled the cards. 

The First couple of hands went to Jeff and I who were quite experienced with the cards while the others just handed over their money to us. We weren't playing with a lot of money mind you just quarters and dollar bills. Rule was to bring 20 bucks with you in change and small bills and that's about it so it was no biggie if you got cleaned out. Of course Jeff made these rules up being the card shark that he is so it really didn't matter to him cause he always won anyhow and we poor sobs ended up paying him.

It might have been the twelfth hand or so and we were already getting low on cash and slightly tipsy when Mark started on one of his rants about being in Nam. Its really strange when he gets going about these nutty stories, he even changes the way he speaks. Personally I am thinking that he might be acting out his old man's stories of Vietnam because the voice he uses sounds very much like his fathers. His old man was in Vietnam from 67 to 71, from what I know from Mark it did one hell of a job on him when he was out in the front lines in the thick of it. My old man got drafted as well but he didn't see any action. Lucky him I guess. I still can't see what Jocelyn sees in him, but he is a good guy so I guess in all truth I really would rather see her with him then some other chump. I'm also thinking that I am spending way to much time harping on it as well. 

"Man, all I gotta say is dat we were lucky that Tex had those cards stashed away with him when we got captured. Cause their was a whole lotta nothing to do round dat place I tell ya. Jus sitting here an playing wit you guys reminds me so much of that place… Cept with out the stink of the rotten corpses of my buddies out side of the camp and the fact that your not charley." He mumbles to no one in particular. 

Jocelyn just smiles and rubs Marks back as he yaps away. I really miss hanging out with her, we used to have really good times. She and I had so much in common, we both loved Anime and we were both computer nerds not to mention that she had been my friend since we were children. Its just so hard talking to her now especially since she is dating Mark and I am out of my mind with jealously.

"I beat da pants off of them boys I say. I won enough Smokes for a lifetime. "He laughs while looking at his new hand.

"Shut up Mark, we all know you are just talking about when you were in jail for a night." Jeff grunts and he draws two new cards and places his bet.

"Now look at that Jeff my boy, it looks like the tables have turned. You see it is I who will be taking you money for once." Jeff says as he scoops up his loot for the last hand.

"Guys I am getting low on cash." I groaned looking at my very small pile of cash.

Jeff smiles and pats the piles of money sitting in front of him " I'll be more then happy to offer you a loan James." He says with a stupid grin.

"No thanks Jeff, I rather just sit and watch then taking another loan out from you." I remark remembering the last time we played and I took 3 loans from him and ended up owing him 60 bucks by the end of the night.

It was nearing midnight when the last of our cash had been taken by Jeff and we were all plenty drunk when Jeff suggested a game of strip poker. We had tired to play before and we got the girls down to their panties when they decided that they didn't want to play anymore. Still we were all plenty wasted and who knows maybe I might get to see some skin this time around. It took Jeff a couple of times until he got the girls to go along with it. This might turn out to be a good night after all.

"I wish I'd brought more clothes with me like I did last time we played." Kris complained as Jeff shuffled the cards. 

"Ha! Well no backing out this time around. We play till just about everyone is in their birthday suits." Jeff barks as he deals the cards.

From the look on the girls faces it appears that they had already got the first of their many losing hands before the nights end. We have it so that the person with the lowest hand must take off a piece of clothing until there are naked then they are out but must remain undressed till the end of the game. That last part I guess is so that we can enjoy looking at them while we play. Not bad rules if you ask me.

The first hands went to Jeff of course and already Kris had lost her socks and jacket, while Mark and I just lost our socks and Jocelyn was sitting pretty. So far so good, though the keg was nearing its end and that could be a major factor whether the game would get finished. But I still had hopes seeing that even if we are nearing the end of the beer we must have drank enough that we were all partly blitzed and would go on playing with out it.

"Alright finally! Joce it looks like it time to show us some ankle." Jeff laughs as he lays his cards down on the table.

Jocelyn smiles and to much of our surprise pulls her shirt over her head revealing a black sports bra. Most the guys in the room held their breath and all was quiet while she sat back down, well that was until Kris slaps Jeff upside his head and commands him to deal the cards. Jeff then quickly shakes it off and deals the cards again though this time he had the losing hand and we all got to make fun of that fact while he pulled of his socks.

"Shut you yaps, this wont last!" Jeff says as he starts dealing the cards again.

It didn't last long and again he was winning most of the hands. Both Kris and I took the worst of it both sitting in our underwear, her breasts just barely being held by her red lacey bra and her thong not leaving much to the imagination. While Mark was down to his pants and Jocelyn hers as well have had it pretty easy this game. Jeff since then has yet to lose anything more then his socks.

Jeff had started dealing the cards again when Kris streaks that the keg was empty. I thought that would have been then end of this game right their but luckily Jeff must have though ahead and he pulled out a bottle of whisky and sets it on the table with a huge shit eating grin. So by time he got those cards dealt we had all already had at least three shots each and were ready to roll.

"Man I am toasted guys, Hope I can finish this game." Mark says through a burp as he slugs another shot back.

"Yeah man same here, I just want to see the girlies tits and I'll be a happy man." Jeff sighs happily while thinking of his reward.

"I'll second that Jeff." I said with a grin.

"You do know that we are still sitting at the table boys." Jocelyn says with a smile.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing James meat at all either." Kris says with a wicked grin aimed in my direction.

"Not going to happy Kris, Jeff's lucky streak is about to end." I say with a fierce blush while looking at my hand. Four of a Kind, can't beat that.

"Nice try but my hand isn't the lowest, isn't that right Kris." He says while rubbing his girlfriends back.

She sighs and reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra then tossing it to the floor letting loose those huge D cups. Marks eyes were busting out of their sockets as he set his eyes on those lovely melons. Kris just smiled and leaned back in her chair slightly so that her back would arch and her breasts would stick out further while eyeing me up. This was turning into quite a show but the real prize hasn't been won yet. 

The next hand went to Jocelyn who had not really won much at all, Jeff finally had the lowest hand knocking him down a peg or two since he has been winning most of the game but he was still sitting pretty and the most dressed of us all. We played a few more hand and drank a few more shots to boot when it was nearing 3am and I knew that this game would be ending quite soon. It would be up to the next few hands to get the prize, though my chances weren't looking to good at the moment. Jeff and Jocelyn were the last two who weren't down to their underwear, the rest of us only had one piece of clothing left to lose. It was going to be very close.

"Man, this is one hell of a game." Jeff grumbles. " At this rate we wont be finished till morning." 

"What time is it Jeff?" Mark asked looking worried.

"About 3 am…. Why?" Jeff asked looking down at his watch.

"Shit man! I have to get going, I got work at 8!" Mark bellowed as he reached down for his clothing.

"Hold on, hold on! I said we wouldn't stop till we were all naked didn't I?" Jeff says while grabbing Marks wrist. "Now lets play one more hand, this one will be for all of the money. The winner stays in what they have on and everyone else strips!" 

Kris grins and looks over at me then at Mark and nods. " Sounds like a good idea to me." She starts shuffling the cards.

"Damn it, I was doing pretty good at keeping my clothes on." Jocelyn pouts. 

"What's the fun in that Joce?" Kris says while handing out our hands.

Now my hand was shit, I knew this but I was hoping to the "lord oh mighty" so was Kris and Jocelyn's. It was the moment of truth, we all lay our cards on the table… 

"Son of a bitch!" Jeff yells while looking at his hand. 

"I WON!" Jocelyn yells as she slaps her hands down onto the table in glory. "Alright boys, take em off."

Just my luck, I thought and I pulled my boxers down freeing my meat. Jeff and Mark did the same while both Kris and Jocelyn ogled at us. Though it was strange Jocelyn didn't look at me at all, kind of upset me a little. But Kris made up for her by staring blatantly at my crouch while peeling off her thong revealing her finely tuned body and a small neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Well even though I didn't get to see Jocelyn in the nude Kris was a pleasant none the less. Jocelyn started dressing again as did Mark so everyone else took that as their queue and did the same, though Kris took her time teasing all the men in the room. 

By 3:30 everyone had left and I was alone in my room running tonight's activities though my mind over and over enjoying every moment of it. This was a night that will be long remembered by us I hope. Perhaps one day we will get the balls to do so again or drunk enough whatever came first. 



Between Friends Ch. 03




Becky is languid after a massage by Donna during an island vacation. Little did she suspect what her friend had in mind.

The unacknowledged desire I saw between Becky and Donna during their two wrestling matches was not at all evident during our trip to the Caribbean. The girls had received a handsome fee from the city magazine photo shoot and job offers at an exclusive health club. So Becky and I coupled up with Donna and Dave to do a short island vacation just prior to the end of summer. 

By day we played beach volleyball, snorkeled on the reef, and bumped around in a jeep. In the evenings we strolled a mile up the beach to a little restaurant where we watched the sun go down over the ocean. 

Outwardly we were all what one would expect between friends. During the third night's walk back from the restaurant Donna and Dave lingered behind. As Becky and I proceeded along the beach I finally asked if there was something going on between her and Donna. The subject had not been brought up since the second wrestling match which I thought was done, in part, to resolve the issue. 

Becky laughed. She pointed out that the last few nights of shared passion between her and I should put to rest any doubts about who and what gets her in a romantic mood. 

She cheerily concluded the matter by declaring, "Donna is just a good friend. Yes, she did get carried away the first time. But there was nothing inappropriate the second time except for her aggression. It's the intense and competitive bodily contact. That's what seems to get Donna all excited and I'm just reacting off her, and we both go a little nuts, and Donna gets too violent, that's all. Besides, you guys are just as turned on by it as we were." 

The evening was made beautiful by the moonlight playing off the waves. Becky snuggled next to me as we continued to walk. Perhaps I had let my fantasies get confused with reality. I admitted to myself their getting "carried away" was thrilling for all of us. But it was troubling as well. However, I would not pursue the subject if it were going to make Becky defensive. 

My apprehension was gone the next morning which was our last full day on the island. I wanted to explore around some more and Dave elected to golf with a couple of guys he had met earlier. 

The girls said they would stay at the resort and perhaps catch a shuttle into town for some shopping. 

That evening we were all back together for our final visit to the restaurant. I couldn't help noticing how striking Donna was in a red tank top and a short white skirt. But Becky was her equal, sporting a multi-colored sleeveless tunic dress, belted at the waist, that showed off her trim and athletic figure to its full effect. Despite their appearances they were both uncharacteristically somber the whole evening. I caught them glancing back and forth as if attempting to say something to each other they couldn't put into words. 

It would be quite sometime before I learned what had happened earlier that day. It turned out the women had only shopped for a brief time and when they got back to the resort had decided to go to the beach. Donna suggested Becky go get changed and meet her at her bungalow where they could have rum colas and oil each other down. 

Minutes later Becky walked in on Donna as she was admiring herself in the mirror, decked out in a newly purchased red floral skirted bikini. 


Donna posses in her island attire.

"Wow, wait 'til Dave sees you in that," Becky commented. 

Donna smiled slyly as she offered her a rum cola. "Yeah, I ought'a be on a magazine cover. Hey, I was, with you.... couple of knockouts!" 

They sipped their drinks and talked about how hot the day was getting. Then Donna said, "I'll oil you first," and motioned toward the bed. 

Becky spread her towel on the bed, removed her wrap and laid down. She was wearing a black rio-bikini with a triangle top which was a duplicate of her green one, the one she had worn the first time they had wrestled. 


Becky, shortly before her rendezvous with Donna.

Donna proceeded to massage her with firm expert strokes. The humidity of the late morning and the effect of the rum made Becky very languid. She murmured dreamily, "Take your time, it feels so good."

After about five minutes Donna laid down next to her saying, "My turn." 

They both lay side by side on their stomachs, their faces only inches apart. For a lingering moment they looked at each other in silence. Then Becky got up and began to oil Donna's back. She lazily admired Donna's muscular yet feminine physique. 

Donna gave out a long deep sigh, "Keep going, it feels so delicious." 

A few moments later Donna rolled over. She rose up to a sitting position and kissed Becky, brushing her lightly on the lips. 

Becky felt a surge of apprehension and stood up. "Let's go to the beach, I think we need to talk." 

Donna drew closer. "Oh come on, let's just stay here for a while. This is good." 

"I sometimes think what we do goes way beyond friendship," Becky protested.

"Okay, you're uncomfortable," said Donna, "I guess I am too in a way. Tell you what. Let's change direction here? Let's see who can take the other down. I like the sensation of competitive domination and I know you do too. And it's something we've already done with each other. Let's see what happens this time between just the two of us."

Somehow this didn't seem to cross whatever line she was trying to draw so Becky agreed. They yanked the bedspread off and laid it on the carpet, to prevent rug burn, in an open area between the bed and a small couch. Then the two women got down on their knees and began to grapple. As each tried to gain the advantage the only sound was the soft thumping of the ceiling fan. 

Even with the fan they were both covered in a sheen of sweat within moments. This, along with the oil, made getting an effective grip difficult. One would try to get the other in a hold only to have her easily slip away. This went on until they were both panting heavily. 

Finally, they again rose to their knees and embraced in mutual bear hugs. Donna yanked Becky to one side and they both toppled to the floor. Still clinging tightly to each other, they rolled over and over. Becky's greater agility caused her to end up on top. She straddled her friend and leaned back trying to pretzel her by pulling her legs up. As she reached back, her black top slipped off one of her pert breasts. 

"A little over-exposed aren't we?" Donna shrilled as she freed a hand and smartly slapped Becky's bare breast.

Becky gave an indignant yelp and lurched to one side. Donna pushed her off and started to roll away in the opposite direction. Not bothering to adjust her swimsuit, Becky got one leg under and the other over the top of Donna's middle. She now had her in a perfect leg scissors. 

Donna pushed and pried but it was if she was in an iron vice. She arched her back but Becky only tightened her grip. She reached back with an attempted claw between the legs but Becky pulled her hand away before she could dig in. Becky kept up the pressure with her slender but deceptively strong legs. Donna emitted a "Yi,yi,yi!" She made one last effort to break free and then collapsed. 

Becky released her hold. Donna lay on her back, weakly turning from side to side, her chest heaving. But before she could recover Becky leapt up, pulled Donna to her feet, grabbed her by the neck, and executed a neat forward flip. Donna went head over heals and came crashing down on her back, the impact knocking what remained of her breath out of her.

Dropping to her knees, Becky clamped down on Donna's neck with a hard sleeper hold. Donna thrashed for a moment, almost breaking free. But the combined effects of the punishing moves she had received in quick succession were too much. She gave up the struggle. She slowly went slack, her mouth relaxing into a smile. It was like she was willing herself into oblivion. It seemed she didn't mind being sleepered this time. 

As Donna's head lolled back into Becky's lap she carefully laid her all the way down on the floor. Her legs were stretched straight out at sharp angles. Donna's eyes were closed and her moistened lips were slightly parted. She was completely out. 

Remaining on her knees, Becky moved around to Donna's side while thinking that this is getting easier all the time. Her heart was racing. She gazed up and down the length of her prone friend's body. A fragrance of sun oil and tropical perfume hung in the humid air. She felt a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room welling up inside of her. She was unsure of what to do next. She noticed the skirt of Donna's bikini was flipped up. Her camel toe was clearly outlined by the tight under panties. She touched the side of the swimsuit. So easy to remove.... and then what? No, she was not going to do this. 

She paused and shifted her attention to Donna's top which had slipped down revealing both her breasts. She spoke to herself, "Now who is over-exposed? You have enough cleavage to keep this in place most of the time." 

She pulled the top back into place and gently caressed both breasts through the material. It was a strange sensation, not at all what it was like when she felt her own. She brushed Donna's blond hair away from her eyes and then bent down and kissed her on the cheek. 

"Wake up sleeping beauty." 

Donna began to stir. As she slowly came to she gingerly rubbed her neck. She sat up saying, "You're getting pretty damn good with that sleeper hold I taught you. Hope you enjoyed yourself because now it's my turn." 

"Yeah, I did like it," Becky said with a low voice. 

They both got up on their feet. With legs braced wide apart for leverage, they grabbed each other at the wrists and with outstretched arms pushed and pulled at each other. Then with a sudden burst of maniacal strength Donna gave a shove that broke Becky's grip and sent her flying back onto the bed. 

In a flash Donna was on top of her. With considerable force she pushed Becky into the mattress. Becky could only vainly twist and turn under her as Donna's full weight bore down on her.

Donna seemed possessed. "I'll take you down any way I can! This worked last time...." She hauled back with one arm and came down hard with open-handed smack on Becky's temple. 

The sharp pain dazed Becky and caused her to stop struggling. Donna pulled her off the bed by one arm and stood her up. She reached for a linen belt hanging from a nearby coat rack and used it to tie Becky's wrists to the rack. Becky was now bound while standing upright but too dazed to be aware of her confinement. 

Donna gazed down Becky's body, noting her bikini bottoms were bunched up in the cleft of her butt. "Dave is always staring at your tight ass. Too bad he is not here right now. Your little black suit don't leave much to the imagination."


The stunned Becky is bound upright to a rack.

Donna massaged Becky's bare butt cheeks as she added, "You do have a cute little rear." 

Then she straightened out the material and took a picture. "Here, I got to get you from the other side. What's a little S&M among friends? This is just the way I like it."

Donna than repositioned Becky's wrists so she was still tied but facing out away from the wall. Donna took another picture and then stroked her face and let her hand continue down her body. 

Becky started to recover her senses. "What are you doing?" she groaned softly. 

"You really have a problem with this don't you?" Donna cooed. "Maybe I ought to take advantage of the fact that you are all tied up."

Becky went "Ahhh," and pulled at the restraints. 


Donna said, "Okay, if that's the way you want it...." Donna snapped this just before delivering several body punches to the helplessly bound Becky.

She made a fist and drove home several light belly punches. She enjoyed the way Becky's taunt stomach muscles could absorb the impact with a sharp "smack, smack, smack," and then rebound.

This brought Becky fully around. She pulled on her restraints. "What... what are you doing? Oww. Let me go."


Donna smiled and grunted as she undid the belt. But before Becky could pull free, Donna hit her once more in the stomach, this time with a hard "Thwack." Becky staggered and then a vicious karate chop on the back of the neck sent her tumbling to the floor as if she had been shot. Becky lies unmoving after a karate blow almost knocks her out.


She lay motionless on her stomach reduced again to a state of semi-consciousness. Donna dug her foot under her and abruptly flipped her over. She flopped loosely onto her back. Donna felt the heat of her aggression and passion rising to a fever pitch. Becky is sprawled out after being flipped onto her back by the gloating Donna.

"Here, you can do without this," Donna said as she pulled at Becky's top which easily fell away. Then, grasping her under the arms, she lifted her up until she was in a sitting position leaning back against the couch.  

"I do like to dominate. I think I like you tied up. Let's do it some more." 

Donna hummed as she picked up Becky's bikini top and used it to tie her wrists together behind her head. Becky was just dimly aware of what was going on as she again experienced the restraints. Donna sat down on the couch behind her friend positioning Becky's head between her legs. 

"You're completely mine," Donna whispered as she smoothed Becky's hair and stroked her face. She leaned over and cupped her firm small breasts, one in each hand, massaging the nipples with her thumbs. 

"Even now they respond," she said with satisfaction. 

Becky squirmed weakly. "Noo..." 

Donna put her mouth next to Becky's ear, "You don't mean it. I know what you want." 

She then enveloped Becky's neck with her arms and ever so slowly started to squeeze harder and harder. At first Becky felt frightened, but then a surge of deep down warmth shot through her, she relaxed and had the sensation of riding an ocean wave as she lapsed slowly into total unconsciousness. 

Donna released her hold the moment she felt Becky go out. She stroked Becky's hair for a moment as her head lay in her lap. Then she stood up, allowing Becky to remain leaning against the couch. Donna looked at her friend for a moment. Then she reached for her camera and shot the scene from several angles. She set the camera aside and bent over and untied Becky's wrists. She lifted her under the arms from behind up high enough so she could drag her limp and unresisting body across the room. With a grunt of effort she heaved her onto the bed. 

Becky lay sprawled on her back like a rag doll, her nipples still erect and jutting straight up, her legs slightly apart. Donna stood over her and stared down at her helpless friend, hers' to do with as she wished. The musky scent of exertion and desire hung heavily in the humid air. Her sexual tension strained toward spontaneous orgasm. She had the oddly reassuring thought that the skirt of her bikini would hide any evidence of her climax. 


She stroked the inside of Becky's thighs and then ran her forefingers higher and rubbed them over the crotch of Becky's bikini which, as she suspected, was damp with more than just perspiration. The highly aroused Donna has flopped the still out cold Becky onto a bed.

"Dang, you are so wet! Why can't you admit to it? How about if I were to masturbate you as a way of waking you up? Maybe that would loosen you up. So let's get rid of these." 

With that Donna started to strip Becky's black bikini bottoms off. She had them down to her knees when she paused and pulled them back into place. 

"Damn, you're attractive like this. But I'm not taking this any further or forcing anything on you." Her demeanor softened. She felt the passion drain out of her as she sighed. "Why do I always get so violent?" She lightly slapped the side of Becky's face. 

This finally caused Becky to open her eyes. She must have been out for at least five minutes. She rolled over onto her side with a low groan. Donna was once again the gentle and caring friend. She rubbed her on the shoulders, just as they had done when they started out with the oil a half hour ago. 

Donna said with genuine concern, "I'm so sorry if I hurt you. I don't know what comes over me."

A few minutes latter, except for some considerable soreness, they had both recovered without any real physical harm. They put on beach wraps and went out to lounge chairs by the pool. 


Starting to recover, Becky has no idea of what has just occurred. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes and then, quite unexpectedly, Donna began to cry softly. Becky leaned over and hugged her friend and shed tears quietly as well. 

They both knew where all of this was leading to. The line between friendship and something else had been crossed and there was no denying the feelings that were there even if they were masked by domination wrestling. They realized being rendered unconscious was a means of surrendering to each other in a way they were unwilling to do otherwise, so far. 

Theirs' was a ragged and baffling mix of friendship and trust as well as violence and lust. Were repressed feelings surfacing they didn't know they had? One desire could so easily destroy others. The safe thing would be to break it off before lasting harm occurred. But would it be that easy? The next encounter would get completely out of control and send them spiraling over the edge. 

The End (to be continued) 



Between Friends Ch. 04




Becky has just been knocked out by a punch from Donna.  But her ordeal is far from over in their most violent and erotic wrestling match yet.

I had no idea that anything out of the ordinary had occurred during our island vacation with Donna and Dave. It was not like Becky to keep secrets. Had I known of the wrestling match between her and Donna at the resort bungalow, and how it had almost escalated into full-blown sex, perhaps what happened next would not have taken place the way that it did. 

The winter wore on, severe for those of us used to mild weather in the Southeast. Becky and Donna continued to work together at their new jobs at the health club. They were still basking in the glow of being minor celebrities because of the magazine article the prior summer. Becky's aerobics classes and Donna's martial arts workouts were popular sellouts. 

Becky told me much later that she thought by this time the thing between her and Donna, while undeniably more then just competitive, had been just a flash in the pan. There was apparently no further acting out of such feelings between them.

The girls were usually tired by the end of the day. But one afternoon, on a whim, they put on boxing gloves and sparred in the club's ring. There was no hard hitting, just goofing around. 

While they were jabbing away at each other Donna suggested, "You want to get together at my house sometime? We could wrestle again and Dave says he would make it a threesome."

To Becky the notion was absurd. Donna was unpredictable when she got worked up and tended to go to extremes. But wrestle with Dave? He was a good looking and a good-humored man with unruly light hair. He was in excellent shape and no doubt would be more than a match for both of them put together. 

In the spring, I was away on business and Donna invited Becky to come home with her after work. Dave was there to greet them and they had martinis on the patio. Again, the subject of wrestling was brought up. 

Donna said, "Let's wrestle again. Dave and I do it all the time now. If you join us, we'll make a video of it, and if you like it, you can give the tape to your hubby as a little surprise. How about right now?"

Dave added, "And I'll make sure my wife behaves herself."

Somewhat reluctantly Becky said yes. Dave jumped up and said it would take a few minutes to get the recreation room ready and set up his cameras. The girls had a second drink, white wine this time. Donna went to change as Becky had yet another glass of wine. Becky was wearing athletic shorts and a knit shirt, under which she had on an old four-colored monokini that she led her aerobics class in. It would do for this occasion too.

Donna came out of the bedroom in a long T-shirt and the two of them proceeded downstairs. Becky felt her heart beating wildly with anticipation. Odd, since she thought she would never want to do this again. 

Dave had one camera set up on a tripod and another one to use as a hand-held. He said he would go change. While he was gone Becky stripped down to her monokini. Donna pulled her T-shirt off, underneath it she was wearing a tight white string bikini, more lingerie than swimsuit. Dave reappeared, now clad only in dark red nylon trunks that did little to conceal his masculine assets. 


Donna has stripped down and does a little dance of anticipation.

Donna said, "The way we could do this is that we draw straws, whoever gets the longest gets to pick his or her opponent. They go at each other and when one submits or is pinned that's the end of a round. The loser goes out and the third person comes in. Whoever is first to win five rounds is the champ."

Donna held up three fireplace matches. Dave and Becky drew and Dave got the longest. 

"All right," he said as he went to the center of the room and winked, "let's start with you Becky."

Becky felt apprehensive. She had never wrestled with a guy before except playfully with me. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to do this. Donna picked up a camera as Becky nervously stepped forward. Dave smiled at her. Then he suddenly lunged forward. With one arm he grabbed her around the shoulders and with the other reached around one thigh pulling that leg up and off the floor. Becky hopped on the other leg and tried to disengage but she went down on the low couch behind her with Dave on top of her. 

He felt impossibly strong but Becky's natural aggressiveness kicked in and she pushed and twisted and Dave spun off onto the floor pulling her down with him. They wildly rolled around for several minutes. Every time Dave almost gained control Becky somehow wiggled free. Soon they were both panting from the exertion. Finally Becky slipped free and threw herself on Dave's back. She grabbed one of his arms, pinning it behind him and pulling up at the same time.

"Do ya' give?"

Dave meekly surrendered. The first round went to Becky. Dave got up and traded places behind the camera with Donna. As he flexed his sore arm he smiled, "Good job, I bet you didn't think you were going to win did you? It's fun isn't it?"


Becky gets up after pinning Dave in the first round.

Now Donna and Becky squared off. They both securely clamped a hand behind each other's neck and bent almost double as each tried to throw the other off balance in a Greeko-Roman style. Becky, the lighter of the two, was at a disadvantage but she managed to stay on her feet. They turned in several full circles while Dave gave a low whistle.

"Great ass shots ladies." 

Becky hooked a foot behind Donna's ankle and tripped her. They went down on the mats in a heap with Becky on top. Donna shoved her off and tried to scramble to her feet but Becky's arms encircled her hips and dragged her back down. This time she ended up on her side. Becky threw herself across Donna pinning her to the floor with her full weight. 

"Come on, you can get her!" Dave yelled at his wife. 

But Becky held on tenaciously. Donna strained mightily and managed to get up on her hands and knees. Becky grabbed a leg and flipped her over on her back. She got one arm around her neck and the other under her thighs. She pulled Donna's legs up, driving her shoulders into the mattress in a classic wrestler's pin. 

Before Becky could do a count, Donna managed a reverse and got an arm around Becky's upper torso. She pulled Becky forward across her own body while at the same time flipping her slowly head over heals onto her back. 

With her butt momentarily straight up in the air Becky thought ruefully to herself, "No doubt another great ass shot for Dave!" 

Now Donna was on top. She straddled Becky and pinned her arms together over her head. Becky was stretched out flat on her back under her; her legs splayed out in both directions to keep Donna from trying to pretzel her. 

Dave's voice was shrill with excitement, "Keep going girls, both of you are so hot!" 

Donna now lowered herself horizontally full length on Becky while still holding her arms straight out over her head. But Becky writhed like a snake and worked her arms free. She embraced Donna tightly, pulling her face down next to her's. She felt Donna's body heat all up and down her own body. Over and over they rolled, tightly entwined, until they came up against the wall with a dull thud. Becky was really getting into it at this point, savoring the now familiar rush that came from overpowering and controlling her opponent. 

Donna managed to break free and started to stand up as she tried to adjust her flimsy outfit. But Becky pounced on her like a cat, causing Donna's ample breasts to almost pop out of her white top. Down they went again grappling furiously, arms and legs flying in all directions. This time Becky ended up on top, sitting astride Donna's neck, her knees on Donna's arms. She reached back and grabbed both of Donna's legs, pulling them up behind her until she was pretzeled under her. She scooted forward until she was sitting directly astride Donna's face. 

As he watched his wife being smothered in such a risqué fashion Dave could hardly breathe himself. Donna gave out a muffled surrender. Becky let Donna's legs drop, stood up and moved to one side. Donna lay on the floor, spread-eagled, her chest heaving, but otherwise not moving. 


Becky has just won the second round with a face smother that leaves Donna stretched out on the floor.

Becky looked down at her defeated friend. She was exhilarated. She couldn't believe that she had beaten both of them. A warm almost orgasmic sensation coursed through her.... Surely it was the alcohol. She looked quickly at Dave and grinned, raising her arms in a victory pose. He panned the length of her body with his camera and then zoomed in on his wife stretched out on the floor. 

Donna slowly got up and rearranged her white two-piece. She seemed overwhelmed and exhausted which was unusual for her. But she managed a wan smile as she looked at her husband while they traded places. 

"I told you she was good didn't I?" 

Dave stepped forward, a bemused expression on his face, "You want to keep going or do you want to take a break first?" 

"Bring it on," Becky replied, flush with energy and feeling much more confident in herself than she should have.

Dave grabbed Becky around the waist. She violently twisted and turned almost breaking free. But this time his superior strength prevailed. He managed to keep control as he spun her around and embraced her from behind, his locked hands pressing hard into her stomach. He leaned back pulling her up until her feet were off the floor, her monokini stretched tight as a drum across her midsection as she was bent back like a bow. 



The close, almost intimate, physical contact and Becky's fruitless struggles caused a change to come over Dave. He tightened his grip and shook her hard. She could not pry his arms apart and felt helpless and unable to breathe. She uttered a long drawn out "Arrghh!" while Dave leered over her shoulder. Dave overpowers Becky and flips her upside down.

In one swift motion Dave dropped her and spun her back around facing him, this time pushing her head down. He forced her to bend forward and as she was about to tumble to the floor he gripped her head between his thighs and reached over her back and grabbed her around the waist and suddenly Becky found herself dangling upside down in a pile-driver position. Her legs were draped back over his shoulders. He bounced her up and down and she was keenly aware that his chin was repeatedly digging into her crotch. 

"Okay, I give!" Becky gasped as the blood rushed to her head and she felt herself going dizzy. 

Dave lowered her until her head was on the mat and then he allowed her body to flop over onto the floor. Becky lay still on her back with her eyes closed while rubbing her temples with her hands. She thought to herself that she shouldn't have had so much to drink. At least she could sit out the next round. 

Dave knelt over her for a victory pose for the camera. He pulled her up into a sitting position. Her head was spinning but she heard Donna say to her husband, "I see you've come to attention." Becky looked up. A very prominent oblong bulge in Dave's tight trunks was unmistakable. 


Becky's head is spinning as an aroused Dave kneels next to her.

Becky was still light-headed as the couple began to argue. Dave was saying, "I'm not trying to come onto her but what do you expect?"

Donna replied, "I expect this was a bad idea. I'm your wife for cry'in out loud!"

"Yeah, well, you two get it on, I know you do," Dave shot back. 

Donna was angry now. "You want to see how we get it on? I'll show you how we get it on!" 

She turned to Becky who was trying to get up. "You turn my husband on, you know that? Do you do it deliberately? He's always staring at your tight little ass and your cute little titties. He's always going on about how good you look."

Becky was confused. This wrestling thing was Donna's idea. What was she so pissed about? Besides, she was the one all but falling out of her flimsy attire. It almost seemed like Becky was being accused of being unfaithful. Was Donna jealous? 

Becky got to her feet just as Donna charged at her, both fists balled. Becky realized all rules were off, this was turning into a brawl. Becky deflected the first blow and managed to drive her own fist deep into Donna's stomach. Donna bent double and clutched herself while letting out a prolonged, "Owww!" 

Becky desperately hoped this would bring Donna back down to reality. But Donna suddenly stood back and while balancing on one leg and kicking out with the other, brought her foot up between Becky's legs. The foot sank into Becky's labium with the dull thud of a blunt object impacting tender flesh. 


Becky's stunned reaction from a kick between the legs.

Becky's eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed out with a loud moan. The sharp sudden pain shot through her. She just stood there with her head thrown back and an astonished look on her face, her hands shielding her violated genital area. She left herself wide open to a follow-up stomach punch that Donna drove home with an audible "Whump!" 


Becky doubles over after Donna follows up her kick with a stomach punch. 


Becky goes down hard.

The blow doubled Becky up and sent her reeling backwards. She fell hard on the mat. She lay still for several seconds while holding her midsection as the throbbing pain almost caused her to lose consciousness. This only seemed to make Dave more excited. 

As Becky struggled to get up, he shouted to his wife, "Come on, keep going! Knock her out this time!"



Donna needed no encouragement. She pulled Becky to her feet and before she could react, Donna grabbed her by the neck and flipped her head over heals sending her crashing onto the mat. Donna again pulled her up, this time dropping on one knee, locking her hands together and slamming her across the middle with a forearm smash. The shock was so jarring Becky thought it was going to make her pee in her swimsuit. Becky vainly tries to surrender after being knocked down again, this time by a forearm smash across her midsection. 

Struggling to control herself, Becky clutched her middle and dropped to the floor again. She tried to say that she surrendered but she felt herself being pulled roughly back up. Dave was behind her, pinning her arms behind her back. 

"No fair!" she managed to cry out. 

But Donna smiled fiendishly and hit her repeatedly in the stomach area, then several times under her breasts, not hard, but with just enough force to torment her. Each smack was followed by an "Uhh" or "Ahh" from Becky. 

Dave pressed his body into Becky's and kept yanking her from side to side to keep her off balance. She felt his hard cock pushing against her butt. But that was the least of her worries because she sensed she was on the verge of passing out and Donna was far from finished with her. She wished she could just black out and then they could do whatever they wanted with her and get it over with. 


Helplessly pinned, Becky braces herself for a knockout punch.

As if reading her mind, Donna smiled, "Are you ready for lights out? How about we put you out like this...." She slowly drew one arm back, made a fist and held it suspended for a second while taking careful aim. Then she brought it suddenly around in a wide arching swing landing a light but effective right hook on Becky's jaw with a loud splat. Becky's facial expression went blank as she at first stiffened and then collapsed into Dave's arms. 


Knocked unconscious, Becky limply falls into Dave's arms.

"Get this on tape!" Dave said to his wife as he looked down at Becky's limp body, shifting his grip to supporting her under her lower back. Her head was thrown back and her arms dangled down. It seemed to turn him on tremendously that she had been knocked out while he was holding her. He had to visibly control himself. While Donna pointed the camera she watched as he half carried and half-dragged Becky's unconscious form over to the low couch, turning her over and then lowering her face first onto the cushions. He stood back as she slid slowly off until she was in an upright sitting position on the floor leaning into the couch. 


Dave has just laid Becky's body out on the couch.


Becky slumps into a sitting position against the couch.

"Damn, she is out!" Dave exclaimed. He nudged her on the shoulder, which caused her to loosely topple backwards until she hit the floor pads with a soft thud. She was stretched out full length on her back. 

Donna knelt over her. "Are you really out? Let's make sure." 

She flipped Becky's body roughly over. Becky didn't react as she now lay on her stomach with her limbs splayed loosely out. Donna spanked her hard on the butt, the tight nylon of her swimsuit defining how the blow sent a shudder through her lower body. Donna grunted, still not convinced. 


Becky remains unconscious as she is turned onto her stomach and spanked by the gloating Donna.

She turned Becky over again on her back, examined her carefully and then dramatically clamped down with a violent belly claw, kneading Becky's stomach muscles with her fingers none too gently. When that had no effect Donna proceeded to work her way down toward her vulva. 


Donna looks down on her friend as she prepares to use a claw to see if Becky is really totally out cold.

Dave protested, "Hey, that's enough, she's already going to be sore as hell when she wakes up."

Without turning around, Donna replied, "What's the matter? You want to fuck her don't you? Think she won't enjoy it after a little pussy claw?" 

With that she dug into Becky's already tormented vagina. She finally got a reaction but not what she expected. Becky didn't flinch but a wet spot suddenly erupted from between her legs. The spontaneous squirt of urine was brief but it came through the nylon and then rapidly spread out in a damp blotch on the lower area of her swimsuit. 

Donna jerked her hand back and jeered, "You always manage to end up wet one way or other don't you?" Then she directed her scorn back to her husband as he stood over both of them. "There, I messed up your pretty little plaything. She's soaked herself." 




Between Friends Ch. 04



At that moment, without warning, strong arms enveloped her neck from behind. Dave said, "Is this good for you?" as he applied irresistible pressure. 

Donna went from surprise to resistance to submission as the sleeper took hold. She went out very quickly. 

Dave let go and his wife's flaccid body dropped face down on top of Becky. As the two of them lay there motionless Dave filmed the scene from several angles. 

He said to himself, "Too bad you are both knocked out, you would be enjoying this wouldn't you? I bet you screw each other all the time."

He stood over them, staring down at them. He pictured them making out together. This caused his erection to throb. Finally he rolled Donna off her friend so that the two of them were lying side by side, Donna still face down. 

"Now that's a pretty picture." 

Becky was just starting to return to consciousness enough to realize she had wet herself. She was also aware that she was being touched. Was Dave trying to cop a feel? She couldn't tell. She was still too out of it to know for sure. But it seemed like he was feeling her out through her swimsuit. He went lower. Apparently he did not mind that she had peed all over herself. She felt his hand slid between her legs. His touching her there was what was waking her up. Later he would adamantly deny that he had touched her inappropriately and perhaps he hadn't. Maybe it was the pain from Donna's kick. 

He noticed she was starting to come around. "Not yet, not yet, you sexy little wrestler," he said softly. "I like you just the way you are." 


Becky has just been sleepered back into unconsciousness by the amorous Dave so he can take advantage of her.

He moved around behind her and slowly put her into a sleeper hold. He was breathing hard as he applied pressure to her neck. She groaned and went completely out once again. He laid her down all the way so she was lying partially on her side and partially on her back. He filmed her again. 

He stared at her while trying to make up his mind what to do. He leaned over and kissed her on her slack lips. Then he moved down and kissed her breasts through her swimsuit. 

"Here now, you need to be more comfortable."

Dave laid her over all the way on her back and propped her head on a pillow. He carefully laid her arms straight out from her sides and straightened her legs. 


Dave is infatuated with Becky and positions her unconscious body in several provocative poses.

"I do want to fuck you in the worse way. But that would be so wrong like this. I will have to be satisfied with the next best thing."

He pulled the body of his wife over next to Becky so that they were lying side by side. Donna was slowly coming around. Dave stripped his trunks off. He then turned Donna partially on her side, pushed her bikini aside and came down on top of her. He thrust hard into his semi-unconscious wife from the rear. 


Dave turns his attention to his wife and lays her out next to Becky.

"You are so dang wet yourself. You can't tell me you two don't want to fuck each other every time you wrestle. If both of you were awake I could have you both so hot right how," he exclaimed. 

His climax was not long in coming. His body tensed. He came with a vigorous surge into his wife while continuing to caress Becky's body. He withdrew from Donna and stretched out until he was lying across both women attempting to prolong the pleasure. Finally he got up on his knees, his softening cock glistening. 

"That's the closest we'll ever get to a three-way for now," he said with a sigh. 

As Becky came to Dave was sliding Donna's white bikini bottoms back into place. He turned his wife over and slapped her lightly which caused her to fully wake up. "Okay, Okay," she whispered, "You win." 

They both turned their attention to Becky. You didn't do anything to her did you?" Donna asked as he lifted her up to a sitting position against the couch. 

"No," but I couldn't resist doing something to you." he said. 

Donna just grunted and then she said to Becky, "I see you've checked in. Are you all right? I think we all went a little crazy."

All three of them were silent as they recovered, panting for breath. Dave looked embarrassed. Donna said, "That was more than any of us bargained for." With little else being said Becky got dressed and left, a slightly swollen jaw where Donna had socked her the only outward evidence of the gradually subsiding pain she felt all over her body.

A week later Donna gave Becky a carefully edited video of the match. This would be the first I would know of all that had happened. As we watched the tape together Becky told me the whole story, including what had happened on the island some months before. She admitted what had started out as friendly competition had become too sensual and too violent for them to handle. It was time to call it quits, there was no justifying where this whole thing was going.

Whatever demons of lust and aggression that had driven Becky now seemed purged by the heat of conflict. I would learn later there was more history leading up to this than I had realized. It had started many years ago with a college roommate. But that is another story. 

Shortly after this three-way, Becky had an offer to become the manager of a health club across town. She took the job and we don't see Donna and Dave anymore. Just as well, although the videos from the three matches we had taped are wonderfully compelling and we've watched them a number of times. For some reason they invoke in me a great passion for Becky. Such are the mysteries of what goes on between friends and between lovers. And there would be other consequences. 

The End