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Friends

By: BurnoutX



We'd been casual acquaintances for a while; we'd been introduced by a mutual friend who neither of us spoke too much anymore. You were always a beautiful woman, the personification of sex, sex on legs; you could be described many ways. I on the other hand was just your average looking guy, one of many who'd seen you and been instantly smitten with you. Even though we were friends I was often too nervous to approach you to ask you out then one day we bumped into each other on the boardwalk. Bumped literally that is, I’d been wandering along looking out at the view when you came rolling along on your rollerblades, admiring the view as well when you slammed into me knocking me to the ground. At first I didn't know it was you but I helped you up regardless. Somehow my hand had accidentally brushed against your breast and as I helped you to your feet you wrapped your arms around me for support and our eyes met...and I could see it in your eyes that you were aroused. Whether it was from my wandering hand or something else, the moment I saw your eyes I couldn't hold back and I kissed you ... a soft kiss, but a short kiss as we both pulled away when we realized who each other was. But you ... you had a cheeky grin on your face, a Cheshire cat type look and I looked at you suspiciously until you came closer and whispered into my ear to meet you at your place tonight. And then suddenly you were gone, I was left there in shock staring at your back as your bladed away when it hit me ... you wanted me … tonight.

The rest of the day seemed to take forever and my nervousness grew. Here I was about to spend the night with the woman I’d lusted after for months. The most beautiful woman I had ever met. I arrived at your place around 8, I knocked on your door and you opened it, my mouth must have been on the floor because what greeted me blew me away. You were standing there in a satin blue robe open enough to show me your black satin panties, but not enough to show me your breasts. I could see enough though to see how perfect they were. You must have thought I was a teenage boy about to get laid for the first time as I stood there in shock, you reached out and grabbed me ... pulled me into your apartment and closed the door behind you. You pushed me against the door, kissing me furiously... I respond by sliding my hands into your robe ... feeling your soft skin as my hands explored your body. Sliding my hands down over your ass ... lifting you off the ground. You respond by wrapping your legs around me and I carried you, our lips still kissing, to the bedroom and lay you down onto the bed. Sliding onto the bed beside you and opening your robe as my lips part from yours and I kiss slowly down your body. Cupping your left breast in my hand and gently flicking your nipple with my tongue before sucking it slowly into my mouth ... teasing it ... licking it ... biting it. I feel your nipple harden under my touch and move to your other nipple ... doing the same to it as I slide my hand down your body... over your stomach... your skin so soft. Sliding my hand slowly down the front of your panties and letting my fingers brush lightly against your pussy at the same time biting your nipple ... hearing you gasp.

Kneeling beside you as I draw both my hands to your stomach and gently rub them up and down your body... cupping and teasing your breasts... then down between your panties ... rubbing at your pussy. Leaning down and pulling your panties to the side and gently raking my tongue down the slit of your pussy ... feeling you move beneath me, feeling your hands work at my pants as you unzip and pull my cock out. Licking softly at your pussy, I feel your tongue, then your mouth on my cock as you lick and suck me. Leaning back and laying down you move onto me and start to undress me ... pulling my shirt off as I slide your robe off. You slide slowly down my body and slowly lick my cock from base to tip before pulling my pants off... leaving me naked at your mercy.

You gently rake your finger nails up the inside of my thighs... my body quivers at your touch and I watch as you look at me seductively then slowly lower your mouth onto my cock. I moan as your warm mouth envelops me ... my eyes roll to the back of my head and I feel in total bliss. You slowly work my cock in and out of your mouth... driving me wild with your special touch before I manage to pull away from you. Kneeling beside you as I cup your head in my hands and kiss you passionately as I lay you down... sliding down your body and kissing your soft skin as I go. Your legs part for me as I pull your panties off ... revealing the beauty of your pussy ... gently caressing you with my hand before spreading your lips and using my tongue to lick you ... tasting your sweet nectar as I work my tongue deeper into you. Your body bucks from my touches ... I hear you moan ... your hands are playing with your breasts as I bury my tongue deep inside of you as you scream out my name ... your whole body shaking as I feel the sweet taste of your cum on my tongue.

Sitting back on my knees... you look at me seductively and crawl to me ... taking my cock in your hand and stroking me softly. You begin by licking with your tongue as you move up beside me. You wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me softly as you crawl onto me ... feeling my cock brushing against your pussy. You look into my eyes and I see that Cheshire cat look again on your face as you lower yourself onto me. Feeling my cock slide into you ... the wonderful warm feeling of your pussy as it envelopes me ... I throw my head back and moan. You hold your body against me... never once loosing that Cheshire cat look as you begin to move slowly up and down my cock ... holding onto you as tight as I can and kissing your neck and shoulders ... moaning in utter bliss as you ride me. I hear you start to moan too as you ride me faster ... our breathing quickens ... I hold onto you tightly as you slam down hard onto my cock calling out my name again as I feel your warm juices flow around my cock which sets me off. I scream out your name as my cock explodes inside of you ... filling you with my hot cum for what seems like an eternity.

You slide off me and lay down ... I move to lay down beside you and kiss me softly as our hands continue to caress each others bodies ... casting a glance at the clock to see it's only 9:30 ... knowing this night is far from over.

As we lay there caressing each other ... our hands become more adventurous and I’m soon caressing your pussy and your hand is around my cock gently stroking me. Looking into your eyes I saw a passion-burning deep within and I lean closer to you for a kiss which seemed to last eternity before I slowly break it.

I take your hand from my cock and kiss your hand softly as I slide down the bed kissing your body as I go and move between your legs. My hand’s slide slowly up and down your legs as I lean down and gently flick my tongue at the lips of your pussy. I bring my hands up your legs and slowly slide one under your ass to gently tease your asshole as I use my other hand to spread your pussy lips as I slowly work my tongue in and out of you. I lick around your lips before darting my tongue back into you again and again as I slowly work a finger into your ass.

I look up at you to see you squeezing and pinching your nipples ... I hear soft moans escaping your mouth as I continue to lick in and out of your pussy. Pushing my finger deeper into your ass as your moans increase ... I can feel your sweet juices on my tongue as I work it in and out of you.

Hearing you reach near orgasm I drive my finger deep into you and bury my face against you ... plunging my tongue deep into your pussy as you grab my hair and hold me as you rock your hips against my face ... cumming for me. Giving my tongue the pleasure of your sweet juices as I drink them down over and over until your orgasm passes and you lay on the bed breathing deeply. Not wanting to disturb you and wanting you to rest some more I stand up, my cock once again hard, and grab a towel and head towards the shower.

I stood in the doorway of the shower ... I turned and looked back at you ... admiring your beauty laying on the bed ... you roll over and our eyes meet once more. I can still see the lust in them as you sit up and slide off the bed ... heading towards me as I back into shower. Tossing the towel away as I step into the shower cubicle, you follow me in and push me against the wall ... our mouths meet as you kiss me. Your hand glides down my body to my cock and you rub it slowly ... teasing it until it's nice and hard. I push you away enough to turn the water on ... watching you as you move under the showerhead with the water cascading down your body. Moving to you and joining you under the water, I cup your left breast in my hand and bend down to roll my tongue around your nipple ... hearing you moan as I suck your nipple into my mouth and tease it between my teeth. I slide my other hand down your body to your pussy. Teasing your lips with my fingers ... rubbing my hand up and down your pussy until you push me back against the wall and kiss me furiously.

I slide my hands around your waist and pull you against me ... turning us around and pushing you against the wall as my hands slide down and cup under your ass as I lift you off the ground. You wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck holding onto me tight as I lower you slowly. Feeling the tip of my cock pressing against the lips of your pussy as you break our kiss and whisper into my ear "Fuck me lover" which is soon followed by a moan as I lower you down onto my cock ... sliding my entire length into you.

Pushing you harder up against the wall and slowly pumping my cock in and out of you ... licking and softly biting your neck and shoulder as you bite into my shoulder and moan softly as I fill you with my cock with each thrust. Throwing my head back and getting caught under the water as I feel your pussy tighten around my cock and you moan more ... your fingernails start digging into my back ... clenching my teeth and ignoring the pain as I thrust harder into you. I feel your pussy tighten even more around my cock … your body bouncing against the wall as I fuck you harder and harder. Hearing you cry out in pleasure and I feel you cum around my cock. Thrusting into you as hard as I can ... meeting your lips with mine and kissing you deeply as my cock erupts inside of you ... filling you with my hot cum.

Kissing you for what seems like forever as our bodies join ... our body’s cumming together ... then slowly we part ... holding you as you get back on your feet and pulling you back under the water and kissing you. Letting the water flow between us as we kiss and our hands wander over each other’s backs ... before you slide down in front of me to your knees. Looking down at you and seeing that Cheshire cat grin of yours as you look up at me and reach out with your tongue and run it around the head of my cock as you cup my balls with your hand and rub softly. Moaning as I reach down and caress your face then watching as your mouth slides over my cock ... enticing it back to life as your hand slides further between my legs and I feel your finger gently pressing against my asshole. I moan more as you press harder and push your finger into me. I look down to see your mouth working up and down my hard again cock and gasping as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

Backing against the wall as your finger probes in and out of me ... sending me crazy before I somehow manage to utter the words for you to stop ... leaning against the wall to catch my breath as you stand up. Taking my head in your hands you lean against me and kiss me softly before stepping away, turning around and bending over, showing your ass to me right under the water ... watching it flow down between the cheeks of your ass and down over your pussy. As you reach around and pull your ass cheeks apart ... watching as the water flows between them ... moving to you and placing my hands on yours as I place my cock against your ass. Feeling you push back against me as I push slowly into you ... moaning as I push my cock into your tight hole. The water cascading around us as I fill your ass with my entire length and holding you against me before I slowly start to pump my cock in and out of you. You pull your hands away and put them against the wall ... pushing back against me each time I thrust into you ... holding onto your hips tightly as your ass opens up to me and I pump my cock in and out of you. 

Faster and faster as you cry out louder each time I thrust into you. Leaning down onto you and gently biting into your shoulder as I reach under you and tease your pussy with my fingers as I keep thrusting in and out of you ... feeling your body shake against mine as I pound my cock into you harder and harder. You scream out my name as you push back against me ... thrusting my cock deep into your ass and holding you tightly against me as you cum again ... pumping my cock into you one final time as my cock explodes deep inside your ass. Filling you with my hot juices ... holding you against me ... the water cascading over us as our orgasms subsides and I slide my cock out of your ass. You turn around quickly and I catch you in my arms ... our lips meeting one more time before you pull away and take the soap ... finally getting to the shower I originally wanted.

Feeling your hands wash the soap over my body ... I turn to you and take the soap and return the favor ... letting my hands glide over your breasts ... admiring how beautifully formed they are. Stepping from the shower and wrapping you in a towel, we head back to the bedroom and help each other dry off. I embrace you ... sliding my arms around your waist and pull you to me ... looking deep into your eyes and kissing you softly ... you break the kiss and whisper to me "the night's still young, let's go out". I agree and we get dressed, you chastise me for taking so long to get ready, the truth be told is I watched you as you dressed ... still amazed at how beautiful you are. We call a taxi and as we wait for it, our lips find each other’s again and we kiss as the taxi pulls up, we fall in and tell the driver where we want to go. 

Turning to you I see you with your Cheshire look again, knowing what you have in mind I kiss you passionately ... your hands move to my pants and you unzip them. Pulling my cock out and stroking it until I’m fully erect ... I slide my hand between your legs and find you without panties, rubbing softly at your lips before sliding my finger into your pussy ... feeling how wet you are. You slide onto my lap facing me ... kissing me ... my hands slide down your back and I squeeze your ass cheeks ... feeling you reach between us and take hold of my cock and guide it into you ... feeling you slide onto me as I hold onto you. Looking over your shoulder to see the driver looking back into the mirror and I kiss you softly ... you respond by moving slowly up and down on my cock. I feel your tight pussy around me ... the little movements of the car as we travel ... the scent of you ... the warmth of your body against mine ... all working to drive me crazy. Your little movements increasing as you thrust up and down on me ... all I can do is groan and hold onto you ... you kiss me to stifle one of your own moans ... gasping as a wave of pleasure rocks me. Squeezing your ass as you push down harder onto me with each thrust ... letting my head roll back and gasping ... seeing you with that Cheshire look. Knowing you have complete control of me as you lean down and kiss me forcefully as my cock explodes inside of you ... emptying my hot cum into you.

You slide off of me and lean down and take my cock into your mouth ... cleaning my hot sticky cum off of me before dressing me again. I sit there catching my breath as you lean over and whisper something into the driver's ear. He nods his head as you sit back beside me and kiss softly. After a while the driver pulls up, we're back at your apartment. We clamber out of the taxi and you race up to your apartment, I follow behind as we race into your apartment, you collapse onto the bed laughing, I stand at the doorway watching you, glad I could bring you so much pleasure. You get up and disappear into the shower, I sit down on the edge of the bed and you eventually come out of the shower dressed in your pajamas and join me on the bed. Putting your arms around my shoulders and resting your head against me, you whisper a small thank you and I give you a soft kiss only to find you've already drifted off to sleep. Lifting you up and laying you onto the bed properly, I tuck you in and kiss you softly on the forehead, watching a small smile creep across your face. I let you have your sleep as I get comfy on the couch, not wanting to disturb you with my snoring and soon drift off into sleep ... knowing I’ll awaken and see you in the morning. 

Friends



Tiffani was the kind of woman her friends thought of as conservative. As the head of a major company, she never drank, smoked, or did drugs. She only had sex when she thought the relationship was serious, and that was rare. But she was beautiful. She had 36Ds all of her friends were jealous of. She had long brown hair, silky and soft. Her green eyes had a penetrating quality that one couldn't quite place. But what her friends didn't know was Tiffani's secret...

Veronica had worked at FaciaCorp for 15 years. She had come fresh from college into the blooming company, and since then, everything had come up roses. She was rich, successful, and an overall genuinely happy person. As one of the many bisexual people at her office, she had her pick of women, but had always seemed drawn to to one in particular. Her boss. The only woman in the entire company that's not only higher than me, but unattainable as well, and I want her. Dammit! thought Veronica. Dammit! Why did she have to be so beautiful and so conservative at the same time? I have to have her. I just have to. Whatever the cost of method, I will have her vowed Veronica silently. I will.

Over the course of a few weeks, Veronica ignored all sociality and devised a plan to capture her prey. She studied mainly hypnosis techniques and mind conto methods, though she carefully sharpened her blade of seduction. And today all that would be put into action, the final taking ready to happen.

"Hey Ron, up for a drink?"

It was Tara, the new intern. She had been after Veronica since the day the two had met.

"No thanks Tara, and don't call me Ron." 

"Ok Ron, maybe another time"

Little bitch. Couldn't she take a hint? I'm not interested in a quick fuck with the office slut. I want the big prize.

That night, like every night, the boss was working late. Tonight, I do it, thought Veronica. Tonight, she is mine. She knocked on the door and was told to come in.

"Oh, Hi Veronica! How are you?"

"I'm fine Ms. Kols"

"Oh please, call me Tiffani."

"Ok Tiffani"

"Why are you working late?"

"This and that, this and that" muttered Veronica, wanting to speed this up a bit. 

"Did you want something dear?"

"Yes ma'am. I know you've been under some stress lately and I think I have some techniques for you to try for help relaxing."

"Really?" said Tiffani, "what are they?"

"Well...you start by taking a sip of this..."and Veronica handed Tiffani the drug she had prepared over the last few weeks. 

Tiffani drank the fluid and loved the taste. 

"Mmmmmmm...I think I've made this before hun."

"Y-y-you have?" stammered Veronica, surprised by the statement, "B-b-but I just invented it." 

"No dear. Since you came here I've been drugging and seducing you little by little. This is in your coffee every morning. I told you how to make this when you were in a trance. It was part of my plan."

"Plan?"

"Yes. I've wanted you far longer than you can imagine. I followed you through college and hired you when you finished. Such a beautiful and docile young girl you were. And finally you bloom into this incredibly ravishing and seducible woman."

And she laughed.

"You are mine Veronica, MINE!"

She laughed again. 

"Now strip."

"Yes ma'am." said the confused woman, not knowing why she was obeying this obviously crazy woman.

"All of it" ordered Tiffani, when Veronica stopped at her under wear.

"And to avoid this in the future, never wear undergarmets again"

"Yes milady"

Veronica ordered the now compliant Veronica to her side.

"Strip me down. Now!"

"Yes mistress."

She stripped down her boss and now controller, gazing in awe at the older woman's voluptuous bust. 

Why am I so willing? thought Veronica. Could she really have drugged me? 

"On your knees you slut."

Veronica dropped to her knees, ever obedient to her newly found mistress.

"Did you really think you could have control of me?"

"Yes milady."

Tiffani slapped her.

"You were wrong."

"Yes madam"

"Now eat my pussy you little cunt"

Veronica pressed her face into the warm mass of heat, and started to lick and suck Tiffani's clit.

"Ohhhhhh...god yes you little slut...yes..."

Veronica pressed onward, enjoying the pleasure she gave Tiffani. 

As the juices started to run, Veronica became aroused. Her finger flashed to her own pussy and started to rub.

"Stop that. You will only cum when I order, and never again touch yourself." snapped Tiffani.

"Yes ma'am." and Veronica immediately stopped. 

"Now finish eating me"

Veronica quickly finished, draining the orgasmic fluids when Tiffani loudly came. 

"Good girl...Now, tomorrow you will seduce that little slut Tara for my purposes. You will come to my apartment tomorrow night with her and I will take her on for my own."

"Yes milady"

"Now, who only do you love and obey?"

"Only you mistress, only you"

To be continued...



Friends



Having been teased once with a taste of him I sure can't seem to put him to rest. We had been friends for a while and I really never thought of him in a sexual way before, something happened and on one particular day it was all about sex.

There was sort of a stirring inside of me that morning and our casual conversation suddenly seemed a bit arousing. I guess I just got an image in my head when he made mention that he was naked in the house. Now normally that would not arouse me in and of itself, but since I was feeling exceptionally horny it just seemed to make it worse. He began to get a little curious I believe when my breathing was suddenly a bit sporadic and he of course had to ask what I was doing. That was simple I wasn't doing anything yet but sure did want to. His voice seemed to change and the tease was there and I was in the mood to challenge it but it was I that got caught up for sure.

It did not seem like the quiet, reserved intellectual Chaz I knew and loved. It was indeed a totally different side of him and I was very, very attracted to it. Funny, how I never saw it before. After several minutes of playful teasing he said he had to hang up that was ok I had been busy writing all day and he was a very nice and stimulating inspirational break for me. I sat there for a few minutes after hanging up wondering what had just happened. I could feel the wetness between my legs and that annoying little throb and it just would not go away. I began to think about all sorts of things I could do with Chaz he was very different than most men I knew and his friendship valued a great deal. I began to wonder if I could cross that line and relieve this most uncomfortable feeling I was wearing around.

The drive to Chaz's house felt like an eternity for a short skip across town. I was so nervous and really was questioning what I was doing. If he had been just playing around with me that would have been a bad thing but I was about to find out. I pulled in the drive and shut off the engine and contemplated going to the front door. After a couple minutes I got out of the car and walked to the door and knocked. Chaz answered telephone in hand.

"Hey sweetie, I was just calling you and what do you know here you are, come on in." I had been to his house numerous times but I knew when I stepped through that door today that things were going to be different. Was I ready? He had music playing on the stereo and the television on with the volume turned all the way down. He was wearing a pair of plaid shorts about to his knee no shirt and though I had seen him this way before, today he looked different.

"Why were you calling me?" I asked him. He responded saying he thought it might be a good idea if I stopped by and how I must have thought so to. "Here I am now what?" the smile was wicked that was plastered across his face it both excited and frightened me. He reached over to me and pulled my head back by my hair and said "I can play your game sweetie so I hope you are ready!" Keeping my head pulled back and my neck exposed I felt a tingle run through my body when he bit down across my neck making it sting. He quickly moved his mouth to my chest and bit down on my nipple through my blouse and pulled against it. What wonderful pain it was too. The button on my blouse seemed to be popping off and hitting the floor all over the place as he pulled the blouse open and roughly down across my shoulders pinning my arms to my side then pulling me hard against his body. "I'm going to fuck you baby and I know that is what you want!" I offered no response at all still sort of in disbelief as to what was happening. Chaz lowered my body to the floor in his living room my arms were still pinned to my side by the blouse. Chaz knelt down on the floor with his body between my legs and started rubbing my now soaked pussy with his hand through my denim jeans. I found myself pushing back against his hand. I could barely catch my breath by now.

He reached up and lifted my bra over my breasts and ran his hand across them commenting on their firmness and how he always wondered if it was really me or some wonder shaping and padding. "I guess it's all you baby." Now reaching for that button on my jeans and lowering the zipper he reached inside my pants working his way down between my legs. "Oh yeah you are wet" he said.  He stood and removed his shorts leaving him naked. He was beautiful. His body lean and cared for and a hunger in his eyes I could not mistake. By this time I didn't even wonder anymore why this was happening. Chaz pulled at the legs of my jeans sliding them all the way off. I wanted to be able to move my arms and get a hold of him myself but I couldn't. 

Now back on the floor lying beside me he began playing with my nipples and then would slide a finger deep inside of me and then run his finger across my lips and then put the same finger to his own lips. Then back inside of me and would take the slick juices and smear it across my nipples. He was toying with me and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. His hazel eyes sparkled and he seemed to be having a lot of fun. Moving his body across mine straddling my hips he began rubbing his hard cock across my stomach rolling the hot skin across mine. He was grinding his balls across my clit and he began slowing stroking himself and kept watching my face.

I knew I wanted him to fuck me and it was driving me crazy having him do all of this to me. I bent my legs and raised my pelvis from the floor trying to get the pressure from his balls more firmly against me. Chaz began stroking himself faster. I was to the point almost of begging him to fuck me. I felt the hot spray across my face and mouth across my eyes and forehead as he screamed out. I knew I needed to cum myself and I hoped he wasn't going to just leave me like that. 

He continued sitting straddled across my body for a few more minutes then took his shorts and wiped my face and eyes then helped me sit up and slid the blouse down across my arms. He reached around and unhooked the bra and put it off to the side. He seemed much more gentle. Chaz lay back on the floor on his back and reached his hand out for mine and I took it. He pulled me hard against his body wrapped his hand through my hair pulling until my mouth met his he probed deeply into my mouth sucking hard against my tongue. Still holding me by the hair he rolled me off of him and then himself, he was soon positioned on top of me. There was that look again and somehow I knew I was about to get fucked.



Friends



"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yup."

"Can you see everything?"

"Move the camera down just a little."

"That better?"

"Perfect."

"I'm a little nervous."

"Me too, but I think the nervousness will stop once we start."

"You're probably right. Okay, let's go. Tell me something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Something that'll make me hot."

"You have a beautiful pussy."

"That's good, say something else."

"Your tits are wonderful too. They're so big. The pictures you sent before didn't do a good enough job in showing just how pretty they are. I wish I was there so I could take your tits in my mouth. I really want to suck on them."

"That's even better. Are you playing with your cock? I can't see." 

"Yeah, let me move my camera down a little. Can you see now?"

"Sure can. Mmmmm....look how big your cock is. Is it that hard just because of me?"

"You know it is, Baby."

"God I'd like to have it in my mouth right now."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want to suck it. I'd sure like to feel that big prick fucking my throat right now."

"I bet you would. Spread your legs a little more."

"Like this. Can you see my fingers playing on my clit? You really like that don't you? You like watching me masturbate while I tell you how much I want to suck your cock?"

"Yep, I just wish I was there so I can shove my cock in that pussy. It looks so wet!"

"It is, and it's all just for you! Can you see my fingers working deep in my pussy, Baby? I wish it was your cock fucking me instead of my own hand."

"But it still feels good doesn't it?"

"You better believe it!" 

"Do you have any toys?"

"You know I do."

"You got them close?"

"Yeah right beside me."

"Get one."

"How's this?"

"I knew you'd choose the vibe. Now, throw your legs over the chair and just let me watch you cum."

"Oooooo....that feels so good! You see it, Baby? You see the vibe running along my clit? Are you thinking how you'd like your cock to be in place of it? Or are you thinking how you'd like to be the one holding this toy right now?"

"Both."

"You're voice is getting raspy. Are you going to cum soon? I am. I'm going to cum all over this toy while you watch from your screen."

"Be loud, please!"

"Ahhhhhh.....Oooooo....yes! Oh God, I'm cumming! Oh fuck it feels so goddamned good!"

"I'm going to cum too, Jess!"

"Let me see! Oh God that's nice!"

"Well, I guess the nervousness did leave huh?"

"Yeah, that was good, even if I wasn't able to touch you or anything."

"Yeah I think so too."

"Well I should get off of here and go clean up."

"Me too."

"We going to do this again?"

"Definitely, just tell me when. But I think next time I'll have a surprise for you."

"What would that be?"

"It's a surprise, I can't tell you."

"Whatever! Bye."

"Bye."

"Hello."

"Hi."

"Who's that?"

"My friend, Erin."

"Is this my surprise?"

"Yes, are you?"

"Very much."

"I told her about what we did the other day, and she said she wanted to do it too. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. I mean, God, I knew you were bi, but I never thought that I'd see it."

"I figured just sitting at the computer screen watching and hearing each other masturbate would get kind of boring after a while. Though, I do feel kind of bad that you still just have to masturbate. Is your wife around?"

"What?"

"Is your wife around?'

"She wouldn't do this. In fact she'd probably kick my ass if she knew I was doing this now."

"Oh come on you gotta give her more credit than that! Maybe she's really into it, and she just hasn't told you cause you haven't asked."

"I don't know."

"Come on, man! Go get her. I'll ask her."

"You are so going to get my ass kicked!"

"If she kicks your ass, I'll take full credit for it."

"Yeah, but you're not going to be the one getting hurt."

"Oh shut up and go get her!"

"Okay, okay, hold on."

"Hello?"

"Hi. We were just wondering if you'd like to fuck your husband while we fuck each other."

"What?"

"Well, you know, he and I have been talking for a long time, over two years now, and the other day we finally hooked up on the computer so that we could see each other. One thing led to another and you know. And now, we're just wondering if you'd like to join. Seems unfair for you not to."

"I don't know who the hell you think I am..."

"Lighten up. It'll be fun, like watching porn. You watch porn right?"

"Well, yeah sometimes."

"You watch it with him? Don't look at him and blush, just tell me honestly."

"Yeah I do."

"Okay, then think of it as watching live porn."

"You're going to fuck her?"

"Yeah, and you are going to fuck him, so no one has to masturbate."

"I still don't know."

"Come on I know you want to. Do you just want to watch for a minute, and then if you get horny you can go ahead and fuck him?"

"Yeah, that might work."

"It'll at least stop the nervousness you're feeling."

"Yeah, okay, maybe."

"Okay here we go. Erin take off your clothes."

"Gladly."

"Mmmm....look at that. She's pretty isn't she? And damn! Her pussy is already wet! Watch them, Erin. Tell me if they do anything interesting while I lick this pussy. Ooooo...that's good, you should taste it, it tastes so good! So sweet, and her juices are just gushing! Can you see it?"

"Yes we can."

"You're getting horny aren't you? Go ahead, go down and suck his cock. Look at how hard it is he needs some attention. Wait before you do, let me move so I can see. Come here Erin and sit on my lap so I can play with that sweet pussy. Okay, go!"

"Can you see me?"

"Yeah, get naked."

"I don't..."

"Get naked. I want to see you naked, knelt down before him."

"Okay, hold on."

"That's better. You have a nice ass."

"Thanks."

"Okay suck his cock. Can you see me Baby? Do you like watching me play with Erin's pussy while your wife sucks your cock?"

"Yes I do. It's all just a little overwhelming but so good!"

"Overloading the senses a little? I think that's a good thing. Your wife gives good head, but Honey?"
 "Hmmmm?"

"Take it all. I want to see your mouth completely stuffed with his cock. Yeah, that's good like that, now you fuck her face."

"What?"

"Fuck her face. Come on do it! Ram your cock down her throat. Oh God, that's good. Look you can see the juices running down her legs, this is making her quite horny, and you thought she wouldn't be into it! Keep sucking that cock Sweetheart, that's a good girl. Watching you and your wife is making me really hot. I'm going to have to ask this one to go down and lick my pussy. You wanna do that Erin?"

"Yes, but I'm just about to cum. She looks so pretty on her knees, with her mouth stuffed with cock."

"I know doesn't she? So, cum for me Erin, so you can get to work on my pussy! It's just throbbing!"

"Watch her Baby; I'm going to make her cum. Can you see her body shaking? She's so beautiful when she's cumming, and you should feel the juices just shooting from her! She's cumming so good. Are you done now Erin?"

"Uh huh."

"Did you like it?"

"You know I always love it."

"Good now get down there and suck on my pussy!"

"Tell your wife to come up now. I think she's sucked your cock enough. I want to watch her fuck you. Look at you, no, no, don't wipe the spit off. I like to see it running down your chin. Sit on his cock. The other way. I want to see your tits bouncing as you fuck him, not just your ass. That's good. Mmmm...you should feel this girls tongue! She knows how to lick a pussy!"

"His cock in you?"

"Yes, God it feels as though his twice the size he usually is."

"Ha! We've made him very horny. Now fuck him. Make him cum."

"Oh Jesus, Erin, you lick my cunt so good! It should be your job, just licking my pussy whenever I want you to. I see you smiling; you like that idea don't you. Yeah you do."

"Oooo...I never thought this would turn me on so much, but fuck, his cock feels so much better in my pussy while I'm watching you!"

"I'm so glad you enjoy it. Fuck him harder! I want you, me, and him to cum all at the same time, and I'm almost there. Yes, yes, that's it, bounce on that cock, and ram it deep and hard in your cunt. Mmmmmm....that looks so fucking good! Bet it feels real good too huh? Tell me! Tell me how it feels."

"It does feel good, his cock is going so deep in my pussy, and my pussy is so tight around him! Oh my God, I'm going to cum!"

"Good, cum for him, cum all over his cock, while I cum all over Erin's tongue. Oooo...yes, that's it, keep going, keep it deep. That's nice, rock back and forth, grind that clit on him!"

"I'm going to cum too girls!"

"Get up! Get up and take his cum on your face! Jesus hell, that's good, open your mouth, taste some of it! Oooo..You can be a little slut when you're told to can't you?"

"Yes I can."

"How does it feel to have his cum all over your face?"

"It feels good. So warm and thick."

"Clean it off. Clean all his cum off your face. That's a good girl, scoop it up, lick it off your fingers slowly, I want to see you enjoying it. Such a good girl you are!"

"Thank you. So, when are we going to do this again?"

"Hehehehehe...already thinking about the next time. I don't know whenever it's convenient for you. This was fun, and to think he almost let you miss it!"

"I know, but I won't miss it again!"

"Good. Well, Erin needs a bath, she's all sticky, and so do I."

"Yeah, I need to clean up to."
 "Well then, till next time."

"Take care."

"You too."



Friends



“Candice!” I heard my name being called from across the quad. I was sitting on a bench trying to absorb this last bit of philosophy knowledge before my final, but it was far too hard to concentrate on books when the day was another perfect Denver afternoon. Jesse, my best friend, was hurrying toward me with the biggest smile on his face. “Candice! You are never going to believe what I got today…”

“Did you get in?” I whispered. He sat down next to me and waved a folded piece of paper in my face.

“Yes! I got into Wash U.’s grad program! I just found out today!”

“Oh, Jesse!” I squealed. “That’s terrific!” I gave him a huge hug and a noisy kiss on the cheek. I watched his face flush, and his lips stretched into a bigger grin. “So what are you going to do to celebrate?”

“I’m getting loaded tonight!” Jesse said with a laugh. I chuckled along with him because we both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Jesse has been a recovering alcoholic since I’ve known him.

“I would like to take you out tonight. You know, to celebrate.” I touched his hand gently. 

“Even better, how about if I take you out?” I started to protest, but Jesse jumped up and started to walk away. “Be ready at seven-thirty, okay?”

“Okay, but…”I watched him disappear behind a gaggle of freshman girls who stared with open mouths as he passed through their group. I knew what they were looking at; Jesse is easily one of the best looking men I know. He’s tall with spiky, sandy hair, and this perfect nose that I would say is his best feature. Isn’t it strange that a nose should be a great feature? His nouth is nice too. Plainly put, Jesse is a handsome man and women (and some men too) stare at him. I smiled a little to myself and stood up. Just one more stinky final to finish and I could graduate. 

I was sitting in front of my mirror at six forty-five putting on my makeup after a long, hot shower. My hair was done up in a towel to catch the drips of water from my wet hair, and my brown face was scrubbed clean and waiting for embellishment. I had just picked up my eyeliner when there was an insistent knock on the door. I sighed unhappily because I still had forty-five minutes to get ready by my clock, and I just knew it was Jesse. I threw the eyeliner down onto the countertop and stamped to the door.


“I hope your house burned down!” I yelled from my side of the door and then I yanked it open. Standing at the door was my adorable bestest friend in the world.

“Naw, it didn’t burn down, but I couldn’t wait to see you! Could you hurry? I’m starving!” He pushed past me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought I had a few more minutes to get ready, so hold on okay?” I made a huge show of wiping off my cheek, then I stalked back to my bedroom with Jesse right behind me.

“I can’t believe I’m moving to St. Louis,” Jesse said softly as he lay down on my bed. He was careful not to let his shoes touch the duvet. Something that is a quirk of Jesse’s and always has been. He watched carefully as I put first my eyeshadow, then my eyeliner on, then he sat up and watched with interest as I brushed blush onto my cheeks. When I put my lipstick on, Jesse leaned forward and fixed his eyes on my mouth. “I like that color.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile. “Now get out of here so that I can put my clothes on.” I said taking the towel off of my head and shaking my mane of curls. Jesse just kept staring and then finally shook his head as if he had just heard me. “Get!”

“Do I have to?” he groaned playfully.

“Yes, and the sooner you leave the sooner we can go eat. Now, go!” I ordered. Jesse sank back against the pillows and folded his hands beneath his head. He gave me a wicked grin and lifted his eyebrows in a silent “come make me” gesture. “Come on, Jesse!” I whined. “Just let me get dressed.”

Jesse hummed a wordless tune and closed his eyes. “Asshole!” I muttered under my breath as I walked to the side of the bed that Jesse wasn’t lying on. I kneeled next to him and gave him a shove off, then giggled with glee at his surprised expression as his arse hit the floor. I slipped into the bathroom with a backward glance and shut the door firmly.

I hurried as I put on my tank top and swishy skirt. I may not be the blonde, stick-thin variety of woman that seems to run rampant in the Denver area, but I’m no slouch either. I admired myself from every angle in the mirror and when I was satisfied, I opened the door and found Jesse back on the bed.

“You ready?” he asked as he sat up slowly.

“I just need my shoes, then we can go,” I got down on my hands and knees and searched under my bed for the perfect strappy heels that I knew were somewhere under there. I found them and slid them onto me feet. They had cost a fortune, especially since I was a broke college student who was paying for everything herself. But hey, they made me feel like a million bucks and that alone made them worth it.

“You look beautiful, Candice.” Jesse took my hand and lead me out of the bedroom.

“Eh,” I scrunched my face and shrugged my shoulders. Like I said, I’m no slouch, but my look is definitely “exotic” compared to the women I see around me everyday. We hopped into Jesse’s car and went to our favorite chinese restaurant in Cherry Creek. While we waited for our table, I had a glass of wine and Jesse had a glass of club soda. I was telling him all the details of my latest date with the guy I had been seeing casually, Tone.

“Do you think it’s serious with you two?” Jesse asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“To tell you the truth, no. He’s jealous of you and he has a hairy back and ugly feet. It’s the same old story, I thought he would be better than Stephan, but in the end, I’m left with just fucked up little ol’ me.” I laughed a little then frowned into my wine. “I’m tired of Mister Right Now, Jess. I want something real. Something that will last.”

Jesse started to say something, but the beautiful Asian hostess walked up to us and let us know that out table was ready. 

We ate a lesiurely dinner, taking the food from one another’s plates and laughing at our fortunes. Jesse suggested we get ice cream after I paid the bill. We walked a few blocks to the best homemade ice cream parlor in the metro area, then we walked along the street chatting and window shopping. We came to a wonderful toy store and as I was peering through the window at a hideously ugly baby doll, I heard Jesse clear his throat.

“Did you see that thing?” I asked as I took a bite of rich, creamy chocolate ice cream. It was sinfully delicious and I turned to Jesse and closed my eyes in ecstacy.

“I love you, Candice,” Jesse said simply. My eyes flew open and I looked at him dumbfounded,for exactly two seconds.

“I love you, too, Jesse. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“Not in a friendly way,” the exasperation in his voice was audible. “I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you since the day we met—since the very first time I laid eyes on you in fact.”

“What?!” I squealed. We met the first day that I moved into the dorms. My mother and stepfather were helping me move my things into the dorm and on one of my trips back from the car, I was having trouble getting a box through the door when suddenly, out of nowhere, this goodlooking guy not only opens the door but takes the box out of my hand. We laughed all the way up to my room in the elevator and when we came into the room, Jesse introduced himself to all of us as Jesse Burke. He told us that he was from L.A. and that he was just starting at DU himself. My mother had been so impressed with his manners that she had invited him to dinner on the spot. Jesse declined with a thank you and said that he would see me soon and whistled on his way out the door and down the hall. 

The next day, after my parents had taken off, I stood in the parking lot long after the car had pulled away. I was feeling quite small and alone when I felt an arm circle my waist and pull me close to a solid, warm body. 

I looked up surprised. “Why the long face? You look like your dog just died.” Jesse said with a little twinkle in his eye.

“My mom just left and I feel, I don’t know, alone is the word I guess.” I felt tears well up in my eyes and my heart felt like it was going to break right there.

“Nah, you’re not alone. C’mon, let’s get a bite to eat.” He steered me in the direction of the student center and we sat in the cafeteria taking and laughing until we were finally told to leave, the place had closed and we hadn’t even noticed. At the end of the evening we walked back to the dorm together and when he dropped me off at the door to my wing there was a pause while I grabbed my key.

“Thanks for cheering me up. I really needed that.” I smiled at him then shyly reached up to hug him around the neck. “You were such a great friend, and I really needed that.”

“Yeah,” Jesse had said. His voice was muffled by my hair. We pulled away and he waved a little and walked away. “See ya, Pal.”

“Hey, Jesse?” He poked his head from around the corner near the elevator. “I hope…I mean that is…I don’t know anyone here and I was wondering if you wanted to grab breakfast in the morning.” I blurted. A slow smile had spread across his face and he nodded. 

“I’ll give you a call in the morning, okay?” The elevator binged to let us know that it was there.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you then. Go get your elevator.”

“Tomorrow,” he said with one last nod and then he disappeared.

“Since then?” I came back to the present with a shake of my head. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I never had the chance. Every time I tried to tell you it was just never the right time, or we were interrupted, or something happened! I’ve been trying to tell you for four years how much you mean to me, and the one time I finally said something you were too drunk to remember!”

“What are you talking about? I would definitely remember a conversation like that!” I snapped.

“It was right after that party with your sorority sisters—“

“Oh my god!” I whispered. “You promised to never ever bring that up!”

I had been partying with some of my former sorority sisters last year, and had had such a shitty day that I just sat and drank until it was time to leave, some eight hours later. I somehow convinced my ride to take me to Jesse’s apartment and I let myself in. Neither he, nor his roomate were home, and by the time Jesse had finally come home from a late study date, he found me in the kitchen with my only my bra and panties on, slumped on the floor where I had passed out. He said that he had tried to get me to walk, but I couldn’t hold my own weight so he had carried me to his bed and when he laid me down I had grabbed him and kissed him passionately and begged him to make love to me. We didn’t make love, but we kissed and touched one another until I made a dash to the bathroom, and spent the better part of the night throwing up, with Jesse taking care of me. I made him swear the next day that we would never mention what had happened the night before. I was embarrased beyond belief, but I let him fuss over me all the next day and even took the gentle ribbing that he gave me, though he was true to his word and never brought up us making out.

“I wanted make love to you, Candice. I really did.” He touched my face tenderly, then my hair. How had I missed all the love that was being expressed in his eyes right then? “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”

“Oh, Jesse, I’m afraid that it just wouldn’t be a good idea for us to get involved.” I turned from him and started walking slowly in the direction of the car. He must have followed because I heard him say:

“I’m moving away in a few weeks, and I want to be able to say that we tried.”

I had to have time to digest everything. He’s been in love with me for four years and never said anything? I thought to myself over and over.

Truth be told, I had never really thought of him in that way. I thought he was really cute, but I’d never dated a white guy, and hadn’t ever really planned to.

“Please say something, Candice!” He said desperately when we got to the car.

“I don’t know what to say. Can I have a few more minutes?” I glanced at his drawn face. He nodded and started the engine and drove the short distance to my apartment. He stopped the car out front with the engine idyling, but I asked him to come in. “We really have to talk.” I added.

I lead him up the stairs and when I opened the door my roomate, Molly, was sitting on the sofa in the livingroom. We said hello quickly and went to my room where I shut the door firmly and leaned my forehead against it.

“I never should have told you,” Jesse said softly. “We were so good as friends, and I thought that maybe we could try being together as more than that. Candice, don’t leave me. We can be friends if that is all you want, I just want you in my life.”

I took a deep breath and turned to face him. My heart thumped in my chest as I saw the naked emotion in his face. “I don’t know what to say. I’m beyond flattered that you want me. Fucked up Candice Wells who can’t keep a decent man in her life. Candice Wells who has no clue where she is going in the next few weeks, months or years. Candice who is nothing but bad for you!” I sobbed. “No, you find a nice girl who is better for you and I promise I’ll dance at your wedding. Hell, I’ll even sing for you. Just don’t want me.”

“But…”

“You know what I’m like, you know how unfaithful I am!” I continued. “You are the only thing in my life that has been constant, and I want you there for a long time. Sex only fucks things up. And I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I know what you are like.” He moved toward me and took my hands in his. “You’re funny and smart and damn sexy and…” he bent his head closer and his words became softer until our lips met and I sighed. It was the sweetest, sexiest kiss I had ever been given. His hands cradled my head and gently pulled me closer to him. My body betrayed me by moving into Jesse’s arms and opening my mouth to let his tounge touch mine. The kiss deepened until I finally pulled away to catch my breath.

“That was amazing!” I whispered. He didn’t answer, he just pulled me to him and kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms around me holding me tightly. My knees felt like they would buckle under me, this was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt; my body felt like it was on fire and when Jesse’s hands slid to the small of my back I became wet, and suddenly it was as if I wasn’t even in control of myself. 

“Don’t push me away, Candice. Let me love you and take care of you.”

I hungrily kissed him, I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed him back to the bed all in a few movements. I pushed him back onto the bed and knelt in front of him, crazy to see the bulge in his pants that had been pressing against stomach. I unbuckled his pants and stooped to take his shoes off, then I slid his khaki pants down his slim hips, long legs and finally off his body. I slowly repeated the same ritual with his boxers and when I looked up I grinned at his beautiful cock. It wasn’t the biggest I had ever seen, but it was definitely the prettiest!

I took a slow, torturous lick of the underside and then ran my hands along his thighs, making his breath come in shallow spurts. I leaned over him and gave him a long, sensuous blow job until he tried to scramble away. I held him tightly and let my head bob faster. “Candice, you have to stop, I’m really close to cumming!” He gasped. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and after a few strokes with my hand I buried him in my throat. I felt him shudder a few seconds before I tasted his cum in my mouth. I swallowed all of him, savoring the taste of him, and then I let him go with a soft pop. I smiled sexily at him and stood up. I pulled my tank over my head and threw it on the floor, then I wiggled out of my skirt and crawled up next to him on the bed.

“That was incredible!” Jesse exclaimed looking at me. His eyes were smoky and half closed. He pulled me to him and we cuddled.

“You should see me fuck!” I quipped as I snuggled closer to him.

“No, I never want to just fuck you. I want you to know how much I love you every single time we make love.” He said seriously.

“Every time, huh?” I propped myself up on my elbow.

“So what are you going to do when you have to move out in a few weeks?” He asked as he gazed into my eyes.

“I don’t know.” I said with a shake of my hair. “Go back home I suppose.”

“I could really use a friend to tell me where the best places are to live in St. Louis, and I could use a roomate too.” He lifted his head and kissed my shoulder. 

“Are you saying you want to live together?”

“I would like to get married at some point…”

“How about if we try living together first?” I laughed. “You may not like me after you see what I’m like first thing in the morning.” He pulled me onto his chest and kissed the top of each breast.

“I’m sure everything will be just fine, as long as I do everything you say.”

I laughed happily. “I think we’ll get along just fine, Jesse.”

“I love you,” He said softly, cautiously.

“I love you too,” I said giving him a kiss. “I’m pretty sure I always have.”



Friends



My wife, Kimmi, has always had a fantasy about me and other woman. She often goes into great detail talking about how she would like to see other females seducing me. Whenever we see them in public she asks me how I would feel if I had that ladies legs wrapped around me. I was never too sure what to answer, as I sometimes felt that this should be left as a rhetorical question, I was not sure if she was trying to trick me or whether it really was a fantasy. 

One day we were at home, going about our usual homely activities, when a friend asked my wife to help with some sewing. She was single and was always trying to mix with the ‘in crowd’. She had to have a new skirt for a party, and as usual was unable to find anything suitable in the stores, and had left everything for the last minute. She had bought some stretch fabric and was intending to make a skirt out of it. She had sort-of cut it to a pattern but had made a gross mistake in cutting it too short. Kimmi said that she would not mind helping out, but was not sure what she could do, so Nikki came around. Nikki was a tall girl; she had blond hair that was just longer than her shoulders. It was neatly brushed and freshly washed. She had on a tank top, which had seen too many washes; it had shrunk from all washing and fitted snugly around her thin waist. It only added to enhancing her large bust, which was also not overly large, but were round and about 34C, and added to this she made no secret that she had not worn any foundation garments. There was nothing special in the way she dressed, but just your average girl next door. Around her waist, she wore a long skirt, which was made out of flowery material. Nikki pulled from her bag what was supposed to be the skirt, and from where I was standing it looked like there was no hope for this fabric, it looked to me like she would have to start again. The time was short, for the party was in about four hours. I did not say anything and left the woman to do what they were meant to do as I went about my own business. There was a lot that I had to achieve and repair and around the house, like mending the broken window frame and weeding the garden. 

I had to rush inside to get some gardening tools and on passing the room, in which the ladies were busy, I could not help but notice that Nikki had removed her skirt so that they could fit the new skirt. It was obvious that this girl did not like too much fabric, as all she was wearing a Lycra g-string. She had legs all way to the ground, and I could not understand why she did not have a special male friend. I heard the ladies giggling, and peered into their door, which stood ajar, they were both very confused about what to do with the skirt and so I went to the kitchen cupboard to get the garden fork. As I passed the door my name was called out, and they asked me for some advice. On entering the room, I was surprised to see that my wife was wearing the skirt; the fabric was so tight that she had to remove her own underwear and the skirt was so short that I could notice her black pubic hairs. Nikki was still standing there, semi naked in her tank top and g-string, her top folded up slightly to reveal a shiny belly-ring. Both woman were still giggling and I was not sure why, but they seem to be both aroused. 

Kimmi asked me whether I thought it would look stupid to add an additional piece of fabric and around the base of the skirt, and then giggled some more. I gave my honest opinion that the fabric was too short and that it would look silly with an extra piece of fabric. With this Nikki grabbed the front of the skirt, and was attempting to make a comment that sounded as if it were meant to be serious. I noticed that as she grabbed the front of the skirt with her hand, she used to index finger to rub Kimmi's love spot, now it was obvious why they were giggling. With all of this going on my own member was starting to rise. Nikki noticed it and lifted the front the skirt to reveal Kimmi’s full bush, which was glistening by, now with juices. Although Kimmi and I had been married for almost three years, I still noticed her blush as she saw me looking at her inviting hole. Then she smiled and pulled Nikki’s top up to reveal her perky busts and then playfully tweaked the left nipple. Nikki, not to be outdone pulled the fabric, from Kimmi’s waist, which was the end of the skirt, now it was just fabric, and then grabbed a handful of her butt. Kimmi was determined not to lose and as so pulled on Nikki’s g-string, but she was not going to let Kimmi get it off, oh no! She wrestled Kimmi to the floor and decided that this was not enough, to show that she was victorious she needed a trophy and pulled off Kimmi’s T-shirt. 

There the two ladies were having a mud less, mud fight and by now I was rather enjoying the sight of this. I thought that I would make things interesting and with Nikki enjoying the victory, I pushed her over and gave Kimmi the chance. She took full advantage of the break, and managed to get on top of Nikki. She levered her foot into the displaced panty and extended her leg taking the red Lycra with it. Without warning Nikki grabbed Kimmi’s head and pulled it toward her. Then she bent her neck and locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. I could see Nikki’s tongue working around Kimmi’s mouth, teasing and pleasing. Kimmi suddenly jumped off and started to rub my member, which was by now already drooling with pre-cum. She rubbed it ever so gently and squeezed it with care. Nikki arose and pulled on the zip and my member sprung from its prison. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down on my scants, to reveal to both of them, my engorged tool. She opened her mouth and took in the full length and sucked on it, Kimmi stood back to watch me get head from her friend. She knew that I would be enjoying this. As I stood there I could hardly believe that Nikki did not have any special male friends. The way she sucked on my cock, felt as though she was a trained professional. She swallowed the whole shaft and tickled the head with an expertise that I found difficult to comprehend. I almost fell off my feet as I could feel myself getting closer to shooting my load in her mouth.

I looked over at Kimmi and saw she was not being an observer to this, but that instead she was occupying herself with the gardening fork’s handle. She was rubbing it in between her legs and tenderly touching her little clit, which was so aroused by now that it was protruding from her lips. I watched as she slid the handle in and out her snatch and then rubbed her clit with her spare hand. Slowly I could see that she was also becoming lame with passion. Nikki must have seen this in both our eyes for now she stopped sucking my member and pulled Kimmi to the ground. She spread Kimmi’s legs and started to tongue Kimmi’s snatch with deliberate nudges to her clit. I could hear Kimmi coming closer and closer to orgasm, Nikki was a tough master and slowly held back, to bring Kimmi back to realization. Then she pulled back a bit and started fingering Kimmi with her three middle fingers and licking her clit simultaneously. I could hear as Kimmi was cumming and it seemed to last for eternity. She could not help herself and was moaning with pleasure and all of a sudden it stopped. 

I could hardly hold my load and I saw an opportunity, as Nikki was bending over Kimmi’s now limp body, I dropped to the floor and started to serve her long shots in her dripping snatch. I moved back and forth with desperation and I could feel my member tickling her cervix as she to started to enjoy the pleasures of being serviced by a man for the first time in a long time. She kept calling for more and more until I spent my load deep within her. Then, I too fell flat on the floor almost unconscious, but able to see that Kimmi now pulled her over and was repaying the favor of earlier. She started to drink the sperm from Nikki’s snatch and then after having cleaned her out, worked her tongue around Nikki’s love patch until she too was groaning with pleasure. Then Kimmi lay down next to Nikki and started embracing her and kissing her as they had done earlier, when we had started. This time though we were all spent and satisfied. I drew myself in behind Kimmi and embraced the two of them.

Later Kimmi admitted to me that she had always dreamed of playing with her friends and doing what we had done. What I had never realized was that when Kimmi shared her fantasies of me been seduced by other females, she had an urge for them to be making love to her too. 



Friends



My friend Ruby and I have been friends for over twenty years.

Her husband Joe and I use it date back when Ruby was married to Shawn. 

To make a long story short things worked out for the best. Ruby and Joe have been married now for close to five years.

We are all still the best of friends and every now and then I go to their house for the weekend. 

Now I have to tell you about Ruby. She is the loveliest woman I know. She is about five foot one. Dark hair and the sexiest blue eyes and she has the biggest, nicest boobs around, I believe she is a DDD. 

A lot of people think we look a lot alike and mistake us for sisters. Though I have brown eyes my boobs are a little bigger and Ruby is thinner.

One weekend when I was at Ruby's house we where just getting ready for bed. As I all ways slept in the middle of their king size bed. 

"Come on Jane your Pillow is in that chair lets get in bed" Ruby was pulling her shirt off over her head.

I loved watching Ruby get ready for bed. She only ever sleeps in just her knickers. I put on an over size tee shirt and I crawled in the bed. 

"My two sexy ladies." Joe walked in the room just in time to see us nude.

Joe got nude and got in bed next to me. And Ruby got in on my right. 

"What's this?" Joe started rubbing my boobs and then slid on hand over on to Ruby's boobs.

"The best tits you've ever seen." Ruby giggled.

At first I was afraid that Ruby was going to get mad at me or something. But then Ruby started rubbing my boobs too.

"Well Ruby and I have been talking about spicing up our love life." Joe was smiling from ear to ear.

"You know Jane I can't think of anyone I trust more than you" Ruby ran her tongue over my nipple.

Then Ruby and Joe both started Kissing my neck and each other.

I was getting turned on to so I started kissing Ruby. First on her neck then moving down her tummy.

"Jane have you ever licked pussy?" Joe put his hand in the back of my head and started pushing my head down lower on Ruby till I was at her pussy. 

"No, but I can try."

Now Joe was rubbing Ruby's boobs and they where kissing, deep long kisses. Ruby was running her hand up and down Joe's cock.

I had never been with a woman before so I wasn't sure of what to do.

I started kissing Ruby's thigh and she spread her legs wide for me.

I then moved between her legs. I rubbed her clit and slid my finger in her and with the other hand I held her outer lips wide open so I could run my whole mouth over her clit.

I herd her start to breathe hard and she started grinding her hips up to meet my mouth.

I flicked her clit with my tongue till I felt her cum and then I sucked on her clit. I started flicking it with my tongue. 

"Oh my, are you sure you have never done this before?" Ruby was holding my head in place with her hand.

Joe had moved behind me and stared playing with my pussy. He was sliding his finger in and out of me and rubbing my clit. This was driving my crazy. The hotter I got the harder I sucked and licked Ruby's clit I could feel her cumming again. 

"Ooooooohh!" Ruby was hold on to the bed sheets with both hands and arching her back. "Aaaaahhhhh!'

"Ruby, I have never heard you so loud." Joe was so turned on by this I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing on my leg as he tried to get a better view.

After like the sixth time Ruby came she tried to pull away from me. 

"Stop, stop, I can't take any more. I don't think I have ever cum so much at one time. Are you sure you have never been with and other woman before?"

As I moved away from Ruby Joe slid right in front of me. "How about me?"

I had his cock right in front of me. I took it and started licking the head and then sucked it in to my mouth. I sucked it in as far as I could then back to the head. With just the head in my mouth I flicked my tongue over the head and ran it around the head. I then started sucking his cock in and out of mouth. Faster and faster then I felt him start to throb and twitch and his cock got hard like a rock. Then Joe started cumming and I stopped sliding his cock in and out. I kept it in my mouth. Then when he was done cumming an I had the last of his cum I slid his cock deep in my mouth and back out till I made sure I got ever drop of cum out of it. Joe just lay there twitching. I could tell he was really turned on by seeing Ruby and me because he came so soon 

"Oh shit I love the way you do that."

I laid down between them and we all fell fast asleep. 



Friends 2 Lovers



I never thought she would be the one. In fact, until she was, I would have gagged at the thought of it. We were best friends, and we took each others virginity.

It started out fifteen years ago, when we were three. I had just moved to our city and she was next door. This was still an innocent time when neighbors greeted new mover-inners, so her parents and my parents met each other, and Stephanie and I stood there, between our respective parents, in our diapers. I gave her a look, she gave me a look, and we knew without saying a word that this was a true friendship, not the stereotypical hang-out-after-school-playing-basketball friendship, but one where we would always be there for the other.

The years passed, and we only grew closer. We shared everything together (except ourselves, that is), and some people thought we were going out, but soon friends learned not to even joke about it. Me going out with Stephanie was like dating my sister. It was sick, twisted, and tabooed. We may as well each be gay, because heaven forbid we date one another.

But all that changed in the blink of an eye. We each went to the University of South Carolina (our home state), each majoring in the same thing (small business ownership). We had apartments across the hall from each other. I was sitting at my apartment watching TV when Stephanie just walked in like she owned the joint. That in and of itself didn't bother me. She did that all the time. We had an unofficial "no-knock necessary" policy on each other. What startled me this time was that she was in tears. She had cried before, as girls do, but this was a cry unlike anything I had ever heard from her. It sounded her mother had died and she just got told over the phone.

"Steph, what's wrong?" About two minutes later, she had finally calmed down, and looked at me with those brown, lion eyes, and she said "My... date... horrible!" And she exploded into another session of supersobbing (I made that word up).

Did I just hear her right? She was this miserable because of a bad date?

"Steph, how can a date-"

"YOU DON'T GET IT JACK!" She screamed, and I knew that this guy she was going on a date with was the most obnoxious, self-centered, sex-crazed asshole of a male you could ever imagine. I suddenly felt my dinner coming up, and sure enough, I puked it all over my carpet. When someone says that a friend's misfortune makes them sick, they don't mean it literally, except us.

"Oh," I said, catching my breath, and she grabs me and hugs me, like I'm the only one she trusts. I embrace her back, and after two minutes, we let go and gaze into each other's eyes. She gives a faint smile, which lets me know that my presence and friendship alone has made her feel a little better.

Then, it happened. As we were looking into each other's eyes, some supernatural force interfered. Our looks changed from the closest friendship to the most flawless, most passionate love one could ever think of. There was no questioning it. There was no "What's this strange feeling?" We knew we were destined for each other.

And as flawless as a kiss can be, our lips met, and our tongues danced in each other's mouths as I massaged her long, straight, black hair and she ran her fingers through my short, thick, brown hair. Our heads moved back and forth as we ground our lips and tongues against one another. It just got hotter and hotter by the second. We were already sweating, and we had just made out. Gives you a good indication of how much we were in love, now that I think about it.

Stephanie broke away first. I thought she was coming to her senses, but actually quite the opposite. As she stood two feet in front of me, she began to unbutton her blouse, breathing heavily as she went. As she exposed her white, lacy, silk bra, I noticed it didn't hide much. I could see her nipples, which were red and more erect than a guy in the Marines.

"Do you like this, honey?" she asked. It was the first time she had called me anything of the sort, and it was painfully obvious that she was afraid of hearing no.

"Baby," I said (calling her that felt perfectly natural), "You make Aphrodite look like a chimp!"

"Then you'd like this," she breathed, and moved her hands to the back of her bra and removed it. As her bra slid off her chest and onto the ground, I realized that the compliment I had given her about Aphrodite was an understatement. I was a very religious man, but if I had to make a choice between Heaven or her, there would be a ¾ chance that I'd pick her.

As she started to fondle her tits for me, I whisper-breathed "More, more," and she said "Show me your penis, first."

I moved my hands down to my jeans and unzipped them, exposing the front of my boxers. Then I took my pants and underwear and dropped them to my ankles and stepped out of them. My cock stood perpendicular to my body, sticking at least seven and a half inches. You could literally see the blood pumping through the veins as it throbbed like a deep, thick gash.

Stephanie stared at it for a moment and then unzipped her own pants, exposing her pink panties, which were SOAKED from her pussy juices. She dropped her pants and panties to her ankles and stepped out of them, then came to me and grabbed my t-shirt at the waist.

"Take this off," she moaned as she lifted it up over my head, "I wanna see all of my man, just like you're seeing all of your woman." We were now both completely naked.

She stepped back to admire me, and I did the same to her. She looked like her body was carved out of stone. Along with her jet-black hair, her lion-like brown eyes and lips of twenty-five carrot gold could have only come from God. Her breasts were bigger than Dolly Parton's, and twice as beautiful. Her abdominal area was flat as a pancake, leading down to her dripping, soaking pussy, and when I say dripping, I mean there was a puddle on my carpet where her sex had dropped from between her legs. I could tell from the look of passion in her eyes that she thought just as highly of me.

After what seemed like an eternity, she dropped down to the ground, on her back, split her legs and put her hands on her knees. "FUCK ME!" she screamed, "FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL! FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM! I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY! I WANT YOUR SEMEN IN MY CERVIX! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

I wasn't going to disobey my lover's desires. As I dropped to my knees and positioned my cock, jizz poured from the little hole. Then, it went in. I could tell she was a virgin because I could feel her hymen, which I learned about in health class. No matter. I pulled out about an inch, and then thrust my hips forward, right through her hymen. Stephanie gave a quick, sharp yelp of pain, but mere seconds afterward, she started squeezing her pussy against my cock, which told me that it now felt good for her, so I continued by having intercourse with my dream girl. Just like I learned in health class, in and out, in and out. Every thrust into my beloved Stephanie's hot, steamy pussy felt better than the last, and within ten seconds, I had cummed. The cum overflowed from her pussy and onto the floor. It had exhausted me so much that I fell on my back beside her.

I looked at her with nervous eyes. Had I disappointed her with my lack of stamina? But she was looking at me with the most passionate love you could ever think of, and I knew she thought no less of me than when she did at our first kiss.

She moved her head to my dick, which was still rock hard and covered in semen and my lady's juices, and she put it in her mouth. I groaned in pleasure as she looked up into my deep, dark eyes and my arousal had come back full force. Then she took her mouth off my cock and started licking the semen and pussy juices off until it was clean. Then, she took it back in her horny mouth and started bobbing her head up and down while swirling her tongue around my dick's big, red, bloated head, rubbing my balls with her hands all the while, and enjoying every second of it. It felt so good, and the fact she was enjoying it, along with the fact that it was dear Stephanie, my best friend of fifteen years, now my heavenly-inspired lover, made it that much better.

As I came a second time, she swallowed most of it, and what she didn't swallow was licked up by the same method she had used before. She then slowly moved up my body, until we were face-to-face, cock-to-pussy, nipple-to-nipple. She kissed me with the most flawless passion one could ever kiss with, and said "Are you ready for round three, my sweet Jack?"

After another kiss, I said "Baby, I've never been ready for anything more than I am now," and she sat on my cock, with my dick standing straight up, in her vagina. She sat up as I began to fondle her erect, sweaty tits, and she began riding me like a bunking bronco, squeezing her pussy muscles against my cock all the while. Within another thirty seconds, I came a third time, but she didn't stop this time. Instead, she continued to ride me until I came a fourth time. Suddenly, she started screaming in pleasure, and I knew she was having an orgasm.

She fell on her back beside me, and looked into my eyes with a look of fear. I gave her a look of assurance to let her know that I didn't care how long she lasted. What mattered was that we were together. She smiled a smile a relief.

We lay there for about ten minutes, trying to catch our breath. As we stand up, Stephanie bends over and grabs the armrest to the couch, breathing heavily. I suddenly get an idea. I walk up behind her, cup my hands on her tits, and position my cock just outside the small, pink pucker of her asshole, and insert my dick in her anus. She groans in a combination of pain and pleasure, sort of like a "hurts so good" kind of feeling, as I fuck her in the ass, going in a little farther with every rep, eventually getting to the point where my balls bang against her clit. I then cum harder than I had all night, but nothing overflowed due to how tight her asshole was, and I pull out.

Stephanie falls on the floor on her back, and I fall on top of her on my front. We gaze into each other's eyes for a few minutes, and I say "You know what this means?"

"What?" Stephanie giggles.

"Our friendship is now totally down the river."

She just looked at me, laughed, and said, "Who gives a fuck? We're happy, aren't we?"

I smile and say "Aw what the hell! We weren't that close anyway!"

We both burst into laughter.

THE END



Friends



It had started with a story, published on the 'net. Jen had read my efforts and sent me an e-mail, at the website. One thing had led to another and soon we had exchanged stories and a picture of ourselves. Gradually, we had become friends and then virtual lovers. Although we had yet to meet, I had seen her wearing nothing more than a wide smile and I knew she had to be a very special person. Jen had suggested that it was time to meet and had promised that she could make reality better than any fantasy. 

This was how I came to be walking into a bar, near a railway station, in a town I hardly knew from a dot on a map. I blinked as I crossed the threshold, trying to accustom my eyes to the dimness. I scanned the room, my eyes flicking over the drinkers at the bar, sinking a swift beer in their lunchtime. The only seat I could not see the occupant of was in a corner booth, close to the jukebox. I walked slowly over, pausing at the counter to order coffee from the bartender. Carrying a steaming mug of surprisingly good, freshly ground, coffee, I approached the booth.

Jen was sat, with a glass of white wine in front of her. I could see her wristwatch, peeping from below the cuff of her silk blouse and I guessed that she had looked at it, just as I came in. I coughed and she looked up at me, her lips curving slightly in a polite smile, which became broader as she recognised my face. Jen slipped out of her seat and slipped her arms around me, hugging me gently and planting a delicate, fragrant kiss on my cheek. I could smell her perfume, fresh and slightly lemony, and feel the vitality that coursed through her body.

"Jen, it's good to meet you. You're even more lovely than your picture suggests." I told her, my voice just loud enough for only her to hear.

"Thank you," she laughed, "You're quite dashing yourself."

I spent a moment feasting upon the sight in front of me. Jen had chosen a white silk blouse with mandarin collar, with a dark blue suit, skirt and jacket, A pair of sapphire earrings glimmered behind the heavy curtain of hair. She was even more slender and willowy than her photographs suggested, and I felt lumbering and awkward, next to her natural, almost feline grace. I guessed that her hose was silk and the heeled pumps were fine leather. 

I could feel Jen's eyes roving over my own appearance. I had chosen a very pale blue cotton Oxford shirt, a co-ordinating necktie and a very dark charcoal suit with a vest. I took my spectacles off and polished them on the silk handkerchief that I kept for the purpose and let her look at my grey-blue eyes, before slipping them back on. 

I sipped my coffee and watched as Jen curled her long, elegant fingers around the stem of her wineglass. She sipped, pursing her lips and letting a thin trickle of wine into her mouth. I imagined the taste of her mouth and remembered how, a moment ago, her body had been pressed lightly against mine. I thought of the key to the hotel suite I had booked, in my pocket and my breath caught in my throat, my mouth suddenly dry. Jen looked up into my eyes and I was sure, by the knowingness of her smile, that she had read my thoughts.

Jen set the wineglass on the table and reached out to touch the back of my hand. The touch of her fingertips burned like ice, sending sparks of desire through my body and igniting a furnace in my loins. She slowly stroked her fingernail along the back of my fingers, touching me so lightly that it felt like a breath against my skin. The scent of her perfume seemed to sharpen a little and it became more intense. She closed her eyes for a moment, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and drawing in a hiss of breath. I frowned in concern.

"Are you alright?" I asked, "You seemed to have a twinge."

"I'm ok," Jen answered, "it's nothing really. Have you finished your coffee? I hope you have something interesting planned for the afternoon."

Smiling, I stood up and offered her my hand. She slipped her fingers into my palm and rose to her feet, as I curled my fingers over hers. I tossed a couple of notes onto the table and led her out into the daylight. Less than fifty yards away, in the parking lot, I had a car waiting. It was hired, because I had taken the train into town, but the hire company had exactly the car I had requested. Jen's eyes shone as she looked over the gleaming, dark blue, Jaguar. The paintwork was almost as dark as her suit and the chrome spun rays of afternoon sunlight across the pavement. I opened the door and helped her into the passenger seat, then hurried round to slip behind the wheel. 

Jen leaned back in her seat and looked out of the window as we drove. The quiet between us was not hostile, nor oppressive, more companionable. I felt the gentle press of her fingers, as she rested her hand on my thigh. Classical music, I cannot remember what tune or even the composer, drifted from the car CD player. The drive seemed to last forever and, at the same time was over all too quickly. I steered the car under the portico of the hotel I had chosen and handed the keys to the doorman. We crossed the lobby to the elevators and slipped into a waiting car, just before the doors closed. Jen had a leather purse tucked under her arm and I could feel the corner brushing against my suit jacket, as she moved closer to me. The scent of her skin and hair seemed to fill with a fresh sweetness and I wanted to pull her close to me, so that I could feel her body pressed against me.

The elevator door slid open and we stepped out into a quiet hallway. I took Jen's hand and led her down the corridor to the suite I had chosen last night. Unlocking the door, I gestured for her to step inside. The door clicked shut behind me and, at last, I had Jen to myself. I caught her by her hands and drew her close, sliding my hands around her waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but my lips were on hers and we were kissing, passionately. My tightening my arms around her, I pressed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked gently on my tongue, drawing it inside. Our tongues explored each others mouths, probing and twining together.

We broke apart, Jen trembling in my arms. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine, then moaned, deep in her throat as I kissed her again, my tongue thrusting between her lips. Spreading my hands over her back I stroked along her spine, resting my fingertips on the dimple at the base of her spine and then spreading my fingers to cup her buttocks. Jen moaned into my mouth and pressed against me. I could feel her nipples as hard points, even through our clothes. She trembled and sobbed into my mouth again, then pulled away.

"Andrew," she said, so softly I almost could not hear her words, "I've just started my period."

"Do you want to stop here? Or what?" I asked her, gently.

"I don't want to stop. I get so horny, but I bleed a lot and it'll make a mess." she whispered, her head lowered.

"So it'll be messy. Making love is never the neatest of things to do. And we can shower afterwards." I coaxed gently.

Slipping my hand under her chin, I lifted her face towards mine and our mouths found each other's. I could almost feel a flare of heat rushing through her and she trembled in my arms. I slid the sleeves down her arms and laid her jacket across the back of a chair and waited as she slid her hands under the breast of my jacket and slid it off my shoulders. Her hands were pleasantly cool as she plucked at the buttons of my vest and opened the material wide. I unfastened the tiny pearls holding her collar closed and gently kissed the base of Jen's throat. 

Slowly my hands moved downwards, undoing her blouse over her breasts and then, lower still, over her smooth, tanned belly. I pushed the material off her shoulders and let her blouse slide down her arms and drape around her waist. Jen's breasts were cradled in a sheer ivory silk bra, spilling a little over the top of the cups. I could see that they were swollen and they looked a little tender, as I bend my head and flicked my tongue into the deep cleft between them. Her nipples were pressing against the slick satin and I could see the hard points through the thin cloth. I slid my hands down over her smooth belly, as Jen unbuttoned my shirt and slid her fingers inside to brush them over my erect nipple. The silk of her blouse slid easily out of the waistband of her skirt and she moaned, quietly, as the material caressed her smooth skin. I felt her fingers tighten on my nipple, tugging gently as her mouth opened in a long, drawn-out growl. 

Reaching behind her, I drew the zip of her skirt down, then unfastened the button, letting the skirt fall in a heap around her ankles. Jen stepped out of the pile of cloth and stood in front of me, her tanned skin contrasting with the ivory silk of her bra. Her panties were white cotton, a little darker where they pressed against the lips of her pussy. Black hold-up stockings complimented the smooth skin of her thighs. Jen reached out and slid the zipper of my trousers down and then unfastened my belt. With a twist of her fingers, she had undone the waist and let my pants fall to the floor. Gently, she teased the waistband of my briefs over the head of my swollen cock, sliding them down, past my heavy balls, until they fell to join my trousers around my ankles. Jen grinned and cradled my balls in one hand and slowly stroked my cock with the other. I could feel her fingertips caressing the swollen velvety head as she kneaded my shaven, heavy sac with her other hand. Sliding my hand along the front of her thighs, I pressed a fingertip against the cotton covering her pussy lips, teasing them apart and pressing the cloth between them. As my finger brushed over the tip of her clit, Jen yelped and a gush of wetness stained the gusset of her panties. 

Stepping out of my clothes, I slid my hands along her back and unhooked the fastening of Jen's bra, letting her breasts slip out of the cradle of silk. The points of her nipples were hard and almost bruised-looking while the dark circles around the base were puffy and crinkled. Jen was almost panting now, as my hands slid back down to caress the lips of her pussy through her panties and she moaned loudly as I closed my mouth around her hard nipple. She squeezed my cock and gasped as I flicked the tip of my tongue over her nipple, trapped between my lips. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the taste of her nipple as she ran her hands back and forth over my cock. I could feel her smooth caress on the length of my shaft and the gentle cupping of her fingers around my heavy sac.

Reaching down, I took Jen's hands and led her over to the bed. The sheets had already been turned down and I lowered her onto the smooth linen. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, I pressed my hands gently against the inside of her knees and eased her thighs apart. Slowly, I ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, stroking and caressing her warm silky skin. Jen moaned in encouragement, urging me to caress her pussy. Gently, I teased the tender lips of her pussy open and stroked the tip of my finger over the hard pearl of her clit.

"God yess!" Jen cried, "You're making me so hot and wet. Please don't stop."

Gradually, I moved my other hand along the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips touched the end of the string that led to the tampon inside her pussy. Very slowly, I began to wind the string around my fingertip, feeling the tension increasing as the cotton wad slipped along her pussy. My fingertips pattered gently around the base of Jen's clit and I could see the tendons at the top of her thighs tightening into hard rods. Her clit swelled and hardened under my fingers and her breath came in harsh grunts.

"God yes, finger me, play with my clit, YESS!" she screamed.

Droplets of sweat speckled her belly like dew and she was thrashing her head against the bedclothes as I caressed her. The tampon slipped from between the lips of her pussy with a soft 'plop' and fell wetly onto the sheet. Jen's whole body convulsed from the sensation of the tampon sliding out of her pussy and she howled as my fingertips flicked across the end of her clit. Leaning forward, I kissed the inside of her thigh, catching the coppery smell of her blood, like a hot penny. She squirmed under my hands and I had to grip her hips tightly to keep her from bucking right off the bed. I moved my mouth over her shaved pussy, flicking my tongue against the smooth skin and lapping at the puffy, swollen lips. Jen stiffened, her back arching, as she lifted her ass into the air, offering me her clit. I sucked the hard pearl into my mouth and swirled my tongue all over the tiny shaft. Jen cried out, a scream of arousal, as my tongue slid along her clit and dipped into her pussy. I tasted the gush of blood as her pussy flooded with sweet juice and then eased my head away, kissing the inside of her thighs as blood oozed from her pussy. Jen was panting and reaching down to touch her clit and thrust a finger into her bleeding pussy but I caught her wrists and held them, so that she could not reach her pussy to bring herself off.

"You bastard," she sobbed, "I need to cum. Let me cum please."

I moved up her body, planting a row of kisses along her belly and between her breasts, until I could thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her body was slick with sweat and my kisses left a line of bloodstains over her body. Jen tasted her blood on my lips and moaned into my mouth, arching her back so that the tip of my cock brushed the lips of her pussy. The touch of my velvety cock head against her pussy made her tremble, all over and she moaned again into my mouth. Reaching down, I guided my cock between her pussy lips, so that the head nuzzled against the opening of her tight passage. I could feel the hot slippery blood, oozing over the tip of my cock and onto my shaft as I leaned forward, sliding it into her. Jen bent her knees, locking her ankles behind my thighs and dragging me deeper inside her. I could feel the tight walls of her passage gripping my cock and rippling against the sensitive head and shaft. Jen whimpered into my ear as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, stretching her slowly and gently, until our bodies were pressed tightly into each other. Both of us were panting, as we pressed our bodies together, her hard, swollen nipples pressing against my chest like bullets. 

I stroked her hair from her sweating face as my cock slid the last fractions of an inch into her pussy and the tip pressed into her womb. Jen felt the last stab of my cock and cried out, biting gently at the base of my neck as her body stiffened and she cried out as her pussy squeezed my cock. Gently, I nipped at her earlobe and planted rows of feathery kisses along her jaw and cheekbones, kissing her eyelids, as she closed her eyes and drew a shuddering breath. Then she lifted her head and looked down the widening gap between our bodies, as I drew back, easing my cock out of her pussy. She sighed as she caught sight of the shaft of my cock, streaked with blood and nectar from her pussy, then grunted from deep in her belly as I drove my cock back inside her with a smooth, hard thrust. We stayed motionless for a moment, as though we were welded together. The Jen pulled my head down to her breast, her lips almost brushing my ear.

"That feels so good," she murmured, "but I need you to fuck me."

"Are you ready?" I asked, "I want to fuck you hard and deep."

"Oh God! Yess!" she whimpered.

I slid my hands back and caught her thighs in my palms, lifting them so that her knees were hooked over my shoulders and her heels rested on my back. Her hips were tilted and her knees pressed into her full, taut breasts, while her hips were tilted, so that I could plunge my cock even deeper into her pussy. Hot blood and nectar oozed out of her sweet gash and trickled slowly along the cleft of her ass. I could feel the trembling in her thighs as I leaned forward and slid my cock deep into her pussy. Starting slowly and gently, I worked my cock into her pussy, listening to Jen sighing almost purring, in fact, as I filled her tight slippery pussy. The mound of her shaven sex glistened red with blood from inside her passage as I eased back, leaving the head of my cock just inside her slot. The hot-metal smell of blood filled the air as I slid my cock back and forth, while the sheets were sticky where it had dribbled down the cleft of her ass.

Taking a deep breath, I plunged my cock back into Jen's pussy, ramming hard and fast. She grunted explosively as our bare skin slapped wetly together and clung for a moment, then peeled apart when I withdrew my cock until only the tip was between her lips. She shuddered as though electrified and I rammed into her again, my cock sliding like a well-oiled piston in her bloody sleeve. Wet slurping and squelching noises punctuated her grunts ass we established a mutual rhythm. "Fuck me, Andrew." Jen grunted, "Stick your cock inside me."

"Tell me what you want Jen, tell me what a dirty girl you are" I demanded.

"Yes, she groaned, I want your cock in my bleeding cunt, I want you to fuck me hard and cum in my cunt. I want you to let me cum. Now fuck me, pleeeease" she moaned, building to a howl.

I needed no further invitation and began to pound my cock into her pussy, our bodies slapping wetly against each other and our grunts filling the quiet of the room. I could feel my sac tightening until my balls were riding high, beneath the root of my cock. My cock itself was swelling, until it ached to spray my thick fluid into Jen's womb. I could feel it throbbing with the blood that pounded through it as it swelled even more. I managed a single thrust that seemed to drive Jen into the bed and my cock began to jerk, praying her womb with thick hot seed. Jen clutched at my back and raked the skin of my shoulders with her fingernails as her body arched off the bed, driving her hips upwards as her pussy sucked around my cock. She ground her teeth together as her jaw seemed to lock and a muffled howl escaped her lips before she went limp and fell back to the bed with my pumping cock still buried deeply in her pussy.

Panting, I eased my cock out of her tender pussy, feeling the hot wetness smearing over my softening cock. As I looked down I could see blood and cum smeared over the top of her thighs and seeping between the cheeks of her ass. Carefully, I laid down beside her and rested my palm on her hipbone, tracing patterns in the drying blood on her pussy. Jen stretched and turned towards me. Her shoulder length hair clung damply to her face and I could smell her musky sweat as she drew herself closer to me. 

"Thank you," she whispered in my ear, still breathless from cumming so hard, "I loved you cumming inside me."

"Thank you," I murmured as we snuggled wetly together, "I've always wanted to do that."

"And are there any other things you've always wanted to try?" Jen asked, grinning invitingly.

Well, readers, there are other things for Jen and I to explore together. I may tell you about them. If we do try them and if, of course, Jen allows me to.



Friends



We have been friends since our college days. The six of us have spent countless hours together pursuing our dreams.

We had eventually paired off into couples and just last year Dana and Emily were married. I was Emily's maid-of-honor and my boyfriend Keith had been Dana's best man.

Dana had hit it big on the dot COM revolution and cleared a million dollars overnight. By the time he told Keith and Roger the opportunity had dried up.

I landed a pretty good position in an advertising agency and Keith is still looking for his career. He has dreams of being a writer but has been experiencing "writer's block" for over a year. I am bringing home enough to keep us comfortable in our east side apartment.

Sarah and Roger are also getting by. Roger's income as a car salesman is erratic and Sarah's paycheck covers their expenses most months. Sarah is waiting for the big moment when Roger asked the question while Keith and I are in no hurry to tie the knot.

"Do you really want to go tonight?" I asked Keith.

Dana and Emily had invited us to dinner. Dana fancied himself to be somewhat of a chef and liked to show off his culinary skills.

"Yea, its will be a laugh." Keith answered.

"They just want to show off everything they have." I complained.

"C'mon, you know we always have fun." Keith coaxed.

It was true that whenever we got together we ended up having a laugh.

"O.K. But I'm not dressing up." I gave in. 

I tugged the tee shirt I was wearing off over my head and dropped my skirt to the floor. I was standing there wearing only a pair of flowered panties when Keith grabbed me and pulled me over to the bed.

"Keith, we don't have time!" I giggled.

Keith ignored my protest and pulled my panties off down my legs leaving me naked and receptive.

Keith mounted me and I melted, wrapping my legs around his hips pulling him into me.

We were like rabbits, fucking two or three times every day.

"You know you want to see Dana don't you?" Keith said as he drove his cock into my open pussy.

I just smiled knowing Keith's jealousy of our wealthy friend. 

"You would like to fuck him again." Keith snarled as he drove me harder.

"You know he doesn't mean any thing to me!" I tried to dismiss the thought.

"Did he make you cum?" Keith persisted.

"You know I always cum."

Keith talked me into wearing a dress to dinner. With a pussy full of cum I slipped into a floor length bottle green satin gown I had recently bought for my cousin's wedding.

The dress was strapless showing the tops of my freckled boobs with a side split rising almost up to my thong. It had cost me almost three hundred bucks and none of the group had seen me wearing it.

Dana and Emily's house is one of those futuristic architect's dwellings. It is one rambling floor of chrome and glass, "open concept" with the living space divided only by transparent colored glass partitions. From any point in the house you can see what is happening in any of the rooms, including the bedrooms.

Dana greeted us at the door and showed us into the living room where Sarah and Roger were already enjoying drinks having arrived prior to us.

"You look lovely tonight Michelle." Dana remarked as he took out drink order.

Once he had delivered our cocktails Dana excused himself to return to the kitchen to assist Emily preparing dinner.

Sarah was radiant. The tall Raven hair beauty was always the belle of the ball. Sarah had the classical model's figure, five foot seven, maybe one hundred and twelve pounds, perky 36B breasts and a tightly rounded ass.

As the evening drew on we all sat at the large glass table and sampled Dana's Peking Duck while sipping on a delightful chardonnay as we engaged in playful banter. During the conversation the subject of how well we knew our mates come up. All emphatically proclaimed that they had an intimate knowledge their partners.

Do you think you could identify your partner's body if you were blindfolded?" Keith asked.

Everyone stated that they could. 

"How about a wager?" Keith went on.

Keith suggested that we all get naked and blindfolded and each tries to find their partner by touching anywhere except the face or hair.

A loud nervous laugh followed.

As I was considerably shorter than Emily and Sarah it would not be difficult for the guys to identify me. We needed a referee so Keith agreed to oversee the experiment while I entered the mix just to add to the confusion. Each female was sprayed with the same perfume so that would not be a give away.

Emily's body was the double of Sarah's except she was a blonde. We all stripped down to our underwear to get one last look before the blindfolds went on.

Once Keith confirmed we were all blindfolded we removed the rest of our clothes.

The first hand touched my vagina. All of us were shaven so there would be no public hair to help identify us. Boldly two fingers entered my pussy. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. Not bad, could be Dana's?

Another hand found my right breast. I knew the size of my tits would give me away as both Emily and Sarah had 36B whilst mine were 38D's. The hand lingered nevertheless while fingertips traced the circumference of my large pink aureole.

Keith watched with amusement while Dana finger fucked me and Roger played with my nipple.

Dana left me and found the naked Sarah waiting. His fingers still wet with my juices entered Sarah's pussy.

Looking back to Roger and me Keith saw we were fucking. We stood together with Roger's hands full of my ass while his cock ravished my pussy. My hips gyrated as I fucked him in return. 

Realizing Emily was being neglected Keith decided to join in the melee. Quickly undressing he approached the tall blonde.

Keith had wanted to fuck Emily for some time. Partly for revenge for Dana having screwed me but mostly because she was a very desirable piece of ass.

Emily was surprised when Keith took her in his arms and pressed her naked body against his. She did not resist when the head of his hard cock touched her velvet soft labia. Adjusting her stance she allowed him entry.

Keith's cock felt as if it was meandering down as summer lane as he smoothly slid into his friend's wife. Emily gasped at the size of the cock filling her.

"Fuck me Keith." She whispered in his ear.

Roger maneuvered me over to the couch where he could mount me properly. I spread my legs and let him pound my starving pussy with his cock.

The odor of sex filled the air as three couples fucked in wild abandonment. The pretense of a game was forgotten as there were moans of ecstasy escaping from lips experiencing the rapture of raw animal sex.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I heard Emily cry as Keith brought her to orgasm.

"Oh yes, yes!" Sarah moaned as Dana's hard cock stirred her wet pussy.

"Make me cum!" I begged Roger.

Keith's little experiment had developed into an all out orgy where we all experienced what it was like fucking each other's mates.

Strangely enough there were no after feelings of animosity, just a closer understanding of each other's sexuality. We all realized from this time on we would be free to couple as friends and to share the beauty of uninhibited orgasms in the exchanging of bodily fluids.

As our new relationships developed it turned out where some were mating with others as frequently as their own partner. Roger is fucking me two or three times a week and Sarah has grown quite fond of Dana's cock. Yes, Dana and I still fuck occasionally but Keith no longer objects as he is usually dumping his load into Emily at the same time.

Emily has just announced that she is going to stop taking the pill, as she and Dana want to start a family. The slender blonde had become a very popular garden for the guys to plant their seed.



Friends



Miranda had just turned twenty-one. With hazel blue eyes, soft blonde shoulder length hair, and a smile that made most men melt, Miranda had been looking forward to this particular weekend for quite some time.

Her two very best friends, Joey and Frank had been talking about taking her out for a night on the town for her birthday celebration. She had known Joey and Frank for years, never intimate with either of them, though they had certainly flirted and teased one another on several occasions. But beyond that, they'd remained simply friends, albeit very good ones. One thing that Miranda appreciated about both of them the most, was they could share and discuss nearly everything, trust one another to keep a confidence, and rely upon one another whenever there was need. They had both been by her side after her very hard breakup with her boyfriend Steven, something that had set her back on her heels for several weeks after discovering he'd been banging one of the women he worked with. Something that had been very traumatic for her to accept as she'd given her virginity to him shortly before discovering he'd been sleeping with another woman.

With everything she had recently been through, Miranda was looking forward to a fun-filled entertaining night with her two very best friends.

They had gone to one of the local restaurant/bars that was a very popular hangout. Starting out with a tall pitcher of Margaritas, one of Miranda's favorite drinks. She was soon into the swing of things, having a great time joking and laughing with her two friends. When it became known however that it was in fact her birthday, the custom of this particular place was to bring out the "party funnel" as it was called. Leaning back in her seat, one of the bartenders placed a long thin funnel just above her mouth while another stood on a tall chair pouring the contents of a specially designed birthday drink into the funnel. It was the challenge to see if anyone could keep up with the continual pour until the entire contents of the drink had been consumed. Not real high in alcohol content, it wasn't designed to make anyone sick or get stupidly drunk. And though she'd already had two glasses of Margaritas, Miranda felt more than up to the challenge.

Several other patrons began to gather around their table as the bartender began to pour the concoction down the funnel. Joey and Frank began chanting, "Go! Go! Go!" as she drank, miraculously keeping up with the continual pour. Spilling very little upon herself, though a large plastic bag had been draped around her to prevent ruining her clothing, the crowd began to cheer giving her a standing ovation for accomplishing a task that very few were able to keep up with.

"Impressive Miranda!" Joey said in congratulations to her. "Yes, it was...but I'd be willing to bet you couldn't do that again with a real drink!" Frank challenged.

"Well not now I couldn't!" Miranda admitted. "That was a lot of liquid! Maybe later," she left the challenge hanging.

"Yeah, right...maybe later," Frank teased. "Like I said, no way with a real drink!"

Though feeling good, Miranda was far from being drunk. But her inhibitions had flown out the window with the party atmosphere as well as having more fun than she'd remembered having in a long, long time.

"Put your money where your mouth is Frank! What are you willing to bet I can do it?"

"Ok..." Frank said grinning. "Twenty bucks says you can't!"

"That's it? Twenty bucks? Come on Frank, surely you can make this a little more interesting than that! Twenty bucks seems hardly worth it. Like I said, you're so sure I can't do it...lets really make it interesting!"

Joey perked up at that. "I'm in! So what if we lose Miranda?"

She considered that for a few moments, then grinned wickedly. "I win, the two of you have to come over and clean my entire apartment next weekend. And I mean clean it! Windows, floors, dusting mopping, everything!"

Suddenly Joey wasn't as enthusiastic as he was a minute ago. "I don't know Frank..." he began backing off worriedly.

"And what if we win then?" Frank challenged back.

"Name it!" Miranda told him.

Frank was now grinning even more broadly than Miranda had. "Anything?"

"Anything," she replied now wondering if perhaps she'd put her own foot in it as the expression on Frank's face told her he wasn't thinking about her doing any cleaning.

"Ok Miranda, here's the bet then. We lose, we clean your entire apartment. You lose, then you come with Joey and I up to my folks cabin next weekend."

Miranda stared at him. "And? That's it? Just come up to the cabin for the weekend?" Frank actually seemed nervous now as he obviously began mulling over the real meaning behind that. "Not exactly. You lose, you have to do whatever Joey and I want you to do with the two of us."

Miranda stared at her friend incredulously. They'd never been intimate with one another aside from that occasional flirting and horsing around which had included a few semi-erotic wrestling matches. But beyond that, there'd never been anything else.

"You can't be serious!" she replied thinking that he was in fact kidding around with her.

"Like you said Miranda, put your money where your mouth is!"

She sat back in her seat staring at him. It wasn't that Frank and Joey weren't attractive looking men, they were. Frank had a boyish look about him that was sexy as hell! He wore his dark hair long in a ponytail, stood a few inches taller than she, with alluring hazel green eyes that could penetrate a person's soul. Joey was the taller of the two with shorter light brown hair, but had the sculpture of a body-builder though he wasn't. More than anything, Miranda was concerned that getting involved sexually with either one of them might ruin their long-term friendship.

"If I do lose, which I won't by the way, both of you need to know this is a one time thing. I don't want it ruining our friendship," she added seriously. "But like I said, I have no intention of losing either. I expect to see the two of you showing up at my apartment bright and early Saturday morning ready to spend the entire weekend cleaning!"

Once again Joey appeared a little nervous at Miranda's self-confidence. That look convinced her.

"Ok, it's a bet!" she heard herself saying.

"Pinky swear it!" Frank responded.

In all the years they had known one another, none of them had ever broken a pinky-swear promise. As silly as it might have been, it was the one thing that had cemented their trust between them. Frank was taking this seriously, which meant that if Miranda really was going to go along with the bet, she'd have to swear to do whatever it was that Joey and Frank told her to do if she lost. Miranda held up her hand extending her pinky expecting Frank as well as Joey to wrap their own little fingers around hers. What she also realized as she did that however, the mere thought of what this bet meant if she actually did lose had caused her to become somewhat excited.

Frank as well as Joey couldn't help but notice that either. Miranda had luscious full breasts with rather large thick delicious nipples. Both of which had grown erect pressing fully against the tight tee shirt she had worn even through her bra.

Frank surprised her by extending his own pinky out, but rather than wrapping it around her own as she'd expected him to do, he placed it lightly on top one of her nipples causing her to flinch.

"That's not exactly my pinky finger!" she stated leaning back and away from him forcing Frank's finger to fall away from her breast.

"It is now...if you're really serious about the bet!" he challenged her again. "You can back out now if you want to Miranda. One last chance. Either put up, or shut up!"

By way of an answer, she leaned forward once again. "You might as well pinky-swear on my boob too Joey because I am serious! I'm looking forward to watching the two of you wearing rubber gloves and cleaning my toilet!"

#

Frank had given Miranda easy to find directions up to his parents cabin. As she pulled into the long drive heading towards it, she shook her head in disbelief that she actually really was going through with this. And she'd been so close to winning too! Nearly downing the entire pitcher of Margarita's, the bar tender who Frank and Joey had coaxed into helping them had just poured the last of the drink into the funnel when Miranda choked suddenly, her mouth pulling away with the last bit of drink suddenly drenching her. Shocked, she looked up to see both Joey as well as Frank looking just as stunned as she was initially until they both began grinning with the certain knowledge that their wildest fantasies were about to come true!

As Miranda pulled her car into the semi-circular driveway, Joey and Frank stepped out the front door of the cabin greeting her. Taking the overnight bag she'd packed, Frank actually leered. "You're really not going to be needing this," he said simply, then turned heading back into the cabin. Miranda followed, as did Joey who appeared considerably more nervous, almost embarrassed in fact than Frank had appeared.

She had heard Frank talk about his parents cabin before, but had never had the opportunity to see it though she'd actually been invited up on more than one occasion.

"Wow! This is pretty nice!" she admitted as she began following Frank up the spiral staircase leading up to the enormous upper floor. A large balcony overhung the downstairs sitting room where there was also an enormous fireplace that took up nearly the entire length of one wall. Reaching the top of the stairs, Frank gave Miranda a quick tour, sitting her bag down on one of the two twin beds inside the smaller of three bedrooms.

"Down the hall is the master bedroom," he said a bit suggestively with a wink and a smile, letting Miranda know as he did that Frank had every intention of holding Miranda to their bet. "In here is the upstairs shower, as you can see, it's easily big enough for four!" once again telling her as he showed her about that he as well as Joey had obviously been entertaining several naughty thoughts. Leading her into the main bedroom, Miranda saw that the enormous comforter had already been pulled down revealing black satin sheets covering the bed beneath it. Miranda actually walked over to the bed caressing the softness of them.

"Just for me?" she teased nervously herself. Frank nodded his head. "Just bought them for this occasion," he admitted. "Thought you might like them."

Miranda sat down on the bed. "Now what?" she asked a bit apprehensively. The boys turned looking towards one another.

"Well, like I said when you arrived. You probably won't need much of whatever you brought along with you. Joey and I will go back downstairs and fix us some drinks, get a nice fire going for this evening so you won't get too cold."

"Too cold?"

"Yeah, cause after we go downstairs, the first thing you're going to do is take everything off."

"Oh really!" Miranda smiled in disbelief.

"Yeah...really. For the remainder of the weekend, until its time to leave Miranda, you won't be wearing any clothing!"

Her grin disappeared. "You're serious? Nothing?"

"Nothing!" Frank confirmed as Joey nodded his own head in support of what the two boys must have discussed and agreed upon earlier. "So, we'll meet you downstairs whenever you're ready," he finished leading Joey back down the staircase.

Miranda wandered back into the small bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed as she began to contemplate that this weekend really was turning into a lot more than she'd anticipated that it might. She honestly wasn't sure she could go through with this, but as she sat staring down at herself, or more precisely her hand as it rested upon her thigh, she remembered the 'pinky-pledge' and knew that there was no way, no matter what those two came up with that would cause her to break her agreement. Miranda had no idea what actually might be in store for her, but she figured that whatever it was the boys had come up with, she could, and would show them that she wasn't as inhibited or afraid as they obviously thought her to be. With renewed determination to show both Joey as well as Frank that she honestly could handle whatever the two of them dished out, she stood and slowly began removing her clothes.

It had been a fairly warm summer. And though the evenings up in the mountains still tended to get a bit cool, it was hardly that now. Miranda stood looking down at herself. Her nipples were rock-hard, and not from any mountain chill. She realized that she really was aroused, just as she had been the night before as she'd sat grooming herself in the bathroom, trimming the downy-soft hair around her pussy. Miranda had been surprised to actually discover that she was as aroused as she'd been thinking about "the possibilities" she'd mused, wondering what her two friends might actually come up with and expect from her. And not that she hadn't in the past entertained her own private fantasies regarding the two of them, she had. But the fact they had never even come close to acting on any sort of intimate contact between them had her nervously wondering what the two of them would actually look like naked, and even more amusing, "how would the two of them interact with her when she was?" 

Miranda had found herself extremely aroused considering the possibilities. She'd packed a small overnight bag including one very sexy, very revealing nightgown, along with another not quite as provocative, but certainly as sexy. She'd then gone into the bathroom, started the tub, and had begun trimming her pussy. Just doing that sent lusty shivers of excitement coursing through her. 

Testing the water that had accumulated less than two or three inches, she lay down inside the tub. Miranda was horny! She smiled wickedly to herself. She hadn't done this in several months now. Placing herself beneath the faucet, Miranda spread her legs, resting one foot on either side of the tub. Adjusting the force of the water so that it wasn't too strong, she closed her eyes, grinning to herself as the play of the pulsating water fell upon her perfectly, teasing as well as stimulating her clit. Reaching down with her hands, Miranda spread her lips a part, revealing the hardness of her small little clit even more obscenely, where the water now kissed and caressed it with a cascade of warm bathing pleasures.

She'd experienced two quick little orgasms before settling in and really allowing the falling water to slap against her pussy for an extended length of time before allowing herself to finally succumb to a third, extremely intense climax. The fact that she actually was looking forward to the weekend, nervous a bit, but more curiously excited about what might actually occur between the three of them.

Miranda shook her head waking up from the erotic memory, forcing herself back into the present. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, pinching her taut nipples, feeling an erotic thrill shooting through each one when she did. Padding bare-feet, almost silently down the hall towards the balcony, she leaned against the railing looking down into the room below. As she did, she saw both men sitting on one of the couches looking up at her, smiling expectantly.

"Holy shit!" Joey exclaimed as though he'd honestly thought Miranda never would actually take her clothes off. "Damn baby...you're fucking beautiful!"

Miranda actually felt herself blush at the comment.

"Nice fucking tits!" he added with a low deep whistle as he sat there staring at her.

"Yes, they are!" Frank added gazing up towards her as well. "Miranda?"

"Yes?"

"Play with your tits!" Frank told her.

"What?" she asked mildly surprised.

"You heard me! Play with your tits!"

She stared at him, feeling both embarrassed as well as very self-conscious.

"Remember? The bet? You said 'anything!'"

She did, and she had. Closing her eyes so that she'd feel a little more comfortable, even though she was feeling extremely vulnerable at the moment, Miranda reached up cupping both breasts within her hands and stood there above them while the two young men watched as she began fingering her nipples.

"Oh yeah, that's good!" Frank urged her on in continuing. "Now...lick them!"

Miranda's eyes popped open.

"Ah huh...you heard me, now lick them!"

Miranda cupped one of her breasts within her hands, lifting it, allowing her tongue to snake out tentatively teasing her nipple. Erotic shivers coursed through her, she could feel the wetness gathering between her legs as the outright decadence of standing there in full view while she stood licking her own nipples was wickedly appealing!

"Tell her to play with her pussy!" Joey implored Frank to ask her to do. He laughed.

"Joey, I'm not the only one that can tell her to do stuff you know. She has to do whatever you tell her to do too remember?"

Joey let that thought settle in for a moment, almost surprised when it did that he had the same power over Miranda that Frank had. "Oh yeah...cool!"

Miranda soon alternated, now cupping and licking her right breast as the boys continued to watch her.

"Now...play with your pussy too!" Joey finally told her finding his own voice. Once again Miranda couldn't help but open her eyes, looking back down into the room as though seeking confirmation they had really asked her to touch herself.

"You heard him!" Frank confirmed a second later. "We want to see you play with yourself!"

Miranda certainly had masturbated, frequently in fact...especially lately. But she had never in her entire life ever done so in front of anyone before. Not even her ex-boyfriend Steven though he'd once suggested that she do so for him. Miranda hesitated.

"Come on Miranda!" Frank pressed softly. 

"It might be easier for me to do that if the two of you were naked as well you know!" she blurted boldly, trying to buy some time, wondering if in fact either one of them would actually take off their clothing, or if all this was just some big bluff to see if they could actually get her to do things they'd really never intended or dreamed she would actually do. Which is when Frank stood up off the couch and began removing his clothes.

"I was just about to do that anyway!" he yelled up at her. Seeing that Frank was indeed stripping down, Joey stood and began removing his own clothing as well. Soon, each of them was as naked as she, sporting magnificent hard erections as they once again sat down on the couch.

"Now...where were we? Or actually...where were you?" Frank teased. "Something about touching yourself I believe?"

Trapped, with nowhere to go from here, she did. Lowering her hand, Miranda allowed her fingers to slip just inside the moist warm folds of her flesh. Only somewhat surprised at herself for actually doing so, she was heated and aroused just enough that the initial shock that she could be doing such a thing in front of someone, especially her two friends, wasn't nearly as bad as she'd at first thought it would be. In fact, she found herself getting quite a kick out of the look on their faces as she began finger-fucking herself, actually enjoying the exquisite sensations that rapidly inflamed her pussy as well as her desire. Looking down into the room, she was just as equally pleased to see that both Joey and Frank sat there masturbating themselves, though appearing to do so without so much purpose as mindless automation as their eyes remained riveted on her as she continued to explore herself, now doing so with much more abandon that she had been.

"Make yourself cum too!" Joey now added really getting into this. "I want to see you make yourself cum!"

As good as she was feeling, Miranda knew her own body. To merely stand there fingering her slit, occasionally rubbing her clitoris wasn't going to easily get herself off. There was a lot more she enjoyed doing when she really got serious about pleasuring herself. She would have to lower her own inhibitions even more if she was going to do that, allow herself to somehow block her two voyeurs out of her own mind if she was seriously going to allow herself the pleasure of experiencing an actual climax. Sure...she could fake having one, but even that as she only briefly considered it seemed in violation of their agreement. Something as simple as pretending to climax as opposed to actually doing so was something that in her mind, the 'pinky-promise' also covered.




Friends



Watching Joey and Frank jerking themselves off helped however. And the distance still between them gave her newfound courage to actually begin doing as they'd now asked. Miranda began lightly slapping her lips with the tips of her fingers, knowing full well that this would begin to build the desired sweetness she needed in order to achieve orgasm. When the intensity was just as she liked it, Miranda increased both the rapidity as well as the pressure upon the lips of her cunt as she now palmed herself, a combination of both cupping as well as slapping her outer, as well as inner lips.

"Oh God!" she actually moaned, forgetting herself, as well as momentarily forgetting she had an audience.

"Fuck yes Miranda! That's it baby, slap that pussy!" Joey called out excitedly.

Miranda soon reached that level of pleasure where only then did she switch tactics upon herself, now driving the middle finger of her right hand deeply inside the wet slick passage of her split. Simultaneously, she pumped her finger inwards, lifting as she did to ensure that her swollen clitoris was being equally stimulated, her left hand now pinching, twisting, and pulling upon the inflamed nipple of her right breast.

"Yeah baby! Yeah! Shit yeah!" she heard Frank near yelling as she spiraled closer and closer towards climax. Miranda felt the numbness come, felt the initial tingles of electricity as they discharged somewhere deep inside her soul, extending out to visit briefly with each nipple, especially the one she now held firmly between two fingers, gripping it vise-like, pulling on it and extending it outwards almost to the point of pleasured-pain. Only then did she feel the abundance of creamy nectar seem to explode inside her passage. The warmth, the pearly liquid now cascading forth to bathe her pummeling hand and fingers.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm cumming!" she actually screamed, feeling her knees weaken as she at last let go of her breast, grasping the railing for support as she allowed her body to surrender to the sweetness that now enveloped her almost too sensitive clit.

Miranda exploded with ecstasy. Though finally removing her hand from deep within her split, she found herself rubbing the smoothness of her skin, her puffy swollen lips against the polished wood-grained railing as though still fucking her lover as the spasms of her orgasm slowly diminished.

"Fuck that was nice!" Frank finally exclaimed as Miranda at last collected herself, once again standing straight, feeling the flush of both embarrassment as well as the ebb of unbridled excitement filling her cheeks.

"Now...come down here baby. Joey and I have something for you to do!" he leered wickedly.

#

By the time Miranda's bare foot touched the floor after making her way slowly down the stairs, Joey and Frank had stood, walking over to meet her. Before she knew it, Frank was kissing her, his lips pressed hotly, passionately against her own. Miranda succumbed to the kiss, swimming in it, her eyes closing of their own accord as she allowed Frank's tongue to playfully caress and tease her own.

The feel of Joey's lips suddenly encircling one of her nipples merely ignited the not yet cold embers of her passion. Feeling his lips gently sucking her nipple made the kiss she was experiencing with Frank all the more sensual. When at last their kiss broke, she wasn't at all surprised to find Joey waiting his turn to kiss her, nor upon doing that, the feel of Frank's lips now capturing the nipple of her previously neglected breast.

As far as Miranda was concerned, she was merely content to stand there, take turns kissing each man, and enjoy the delicious sensation of having her breasts licked and tickled simultaneously.

"Fuck I'm horny!" Joey finally exclaimed, unable to keep his own passion from reaching the boiling point. Frank laughed.

"Yeah, me too. Come on Miranda, lets head back over to the couch now."

Each of them took one of her hands, leading her towards it as though fearful she would come to her senses and make some attempt at fleeing away. Which was the furthest thing on her mind at the moment. Aroused more than she'd ever been before in her entire life, Miranda was excitedly curious to see just what the two men had in store for her, and more importantly perhaps, just how far they were planning on taking things.

Up until this very moment, Miranda had not really gotten a good look at either man's cock. As Joey led her towards the couch, sitting down, she was able to see that his prick was not quite as long as Frank's was, though it did appear to be a little thicker around.

"What do you want me to do?" Miranda asked as it became evident that Joey was leading up to something.

"Baby, something I've been dying to do for a long time now. What I'd like is, for you to jack my cock off with those beautiful tits of yours!" Miranda almost laughed. It had been one of the first things her "ex" had requested of her too.

"What's with men and their fantasy to rub their cocks between a woman's breasts anyway?" she asked jokingly.

     "Well just look at them Miranda! They're beautiful! That's why!"

Joey had already begun to reach for a nearby bottle of baby oil. Once again, this was something the two men had probably already discussed and planned for earlier. Kneeling before him on the floor, Miranda held her large breasts together surrounding Joey's prick as he began pouring a generous amount of baby oil all over her breasts as well as his cock.

"What about you?" she asked Frank already having a pretty good idea of what it was he wanted.

"While you're doing that, I want you to suck my dick!" he informed her.

Miranda laughed, "Figured as much," she said smiling as Frank stepped over closer towards her where she enthusiastically drew a good portion of his long hard cock between her lips.

"Oh fuck! That's nice Miranda! Those tits of yours feel great against my cock!" Joey exclaimed shuddering with obvious excitement as she continued to press her breasts together moving them slowly up and down the length of Joey's penis with a great deal of help from the overabundance of baby oil.

"Sucks cock pretty good too!" Frank added with a bit of breathlessness in his own voice, which Miranda found herself getting off on in knowing that both men were extremely aroused, highly turned on by the sensations she was giving each one of them.

Though she had recently climaxed, Miranda soon found herself becoming aroused all over again listening to the erotic sounds as both men moaned and groaned their pleasures as to what she was doing to them, enjoying the fact now that she was.

"Oh fuck Miranda, I'm gonna shoot a ton of cream all over these tits of yours!" Joey announced pleasurably.

Miranda removed her mouth from around Frank's prick in order to give Joey her undivided attention. He really was close, and she knew it. Without so much as a word in protest, Frank allowed this brief intermission, perhaps curious himself to see Joey pour his hot semen all over their friends breasts.

"Go for it buddy!" he urged Joey. "Spill it dude, shoot it all over her tits!"

Perhaps hearing that brought him right up to the edge. "Go ahead Joey, squirt it all over these nice big titties!" she told him in the sultriest voice imaginable. "Give it to me baby! Let me feel all that nice hot cream running down my tits!"

That did it. Hearing Miranda urging him on as she had, Joey groaned, arched his back as the first massive spurt from the head of his prick shot straight up into the air splashing against Miranda's chin.

"Oh yeah!  Oh yeah! More baby, More!" Miranda coaxed jackhammering Joey's cock now as rapidly as she could all the while keeping a nice firm hold on him with her breasts. Joey continued to pour what almost appeared to be gallons of thick hot cream against her chest, her breasts suddenly coated in the thick creamy goo, which she now began using as additional lubricant though her tit-fucking motions began to gradually slow, as did the outpouring of Joey's orgasm.

"Holy shit Miranda!" he finally managed, still breathless and enjoying the way Miranda's cum covered boobs looked.

"You liked that huh?" she said with a giggle, actually finding the whole experience extremely erotic, if not wickedly delightful to have seen as well as felt.

Miranda now turned her attention back towards Frank, reaching out with both her hand as well as her mouth in order to pick up where she'd left off. To her surprise, Frank backed away just out of reach.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"No...what are you doing?" Frank asked her back.

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me. Say it...what are you about to do?"

Curiously Miranda looked directly into Franks face. In all the years she'd known him, she'd never seen this half-crazed expression before.

"I'm going to suck you," she said somewhat uneasily.

"Suck what?" he prompted her again.

"Your dick."

Frank pulled away just out of reach once more. "Not good enough baby. Say it like you mean it. Tell me what it is you want to do to me," he smiled looking a little more like himself.

Not exactly frightened by this change in his demeanor, Miranda was still taken off balance by it, but finding that she was even more aroused now than she'd been moments ago.

"Ok," she began. "I'm going to fucking suck your cock off Frank. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Something like that," he said grinning. "And what are you going to do with my cum baby?" he asked.

"What would you like me to do with it?" she asked back.

"Swallow it," he groaned allowing Miranda to finally place the tip of her tongue on the sensitive tip of his prick. "Now tell me..." he said still moaning as Miranda pulled the head of his cock inside her mouth speaking as she did.

"I'm going to suck your cock off until you squirt inside my mouth baby. Then I'm going to fucking swallow every delicious drop of it!" she added, suddenly clamping her mouth around him in a nice tight squeeze that buckled his knees.

"Oh fuck Miranda!  You really do suck a mean cock!" he told her delightedly.

Miranda had begun stroking him with her hand, teasing him with her tongue as well as all but swallowing the length of his shaft in between doing that. Standing before her as he was, Frank placed his hands upon her head for support, but was soon beginning to pull on her hair, fucking her face as his orgasm began to rapidly approach. She could feel his balls beginning to tighten, knowing as they did that he would soon be pouring his cream down her throat. But she had one more little surprise waiting for him too, one that she was reasonably sure he'd enjoy. Using her free hand, Miranda managed to swipe up quite a bit of the excess baby oil still covering her breasts. Placing her finger just at the opening of Frank's ass, she pushed, her finger suddenly, easily sliding up inside his rectum. Almost immediately Frank shivered and she knew that she was about to receive his hot creamy spunk.

"Fuck! I want to see it Miranda! Let me see it shoot inside your mouth baby!"

Reluctantly, Miranda removed her mouth from around Frank's prick, though keeping it open and cheating a little as she continued to tickle it with the tip of her tongue. Her finger continued to worm around up inside his ass as her other hand continued pumping his long hard prick up and down as she felt the mushroom head of his prick suddenly expand before releasing the first torrent of Frank's joy-juice.

"Oh fuck! Here...it...cums!" he announced, glancing down as Miranda opened her mouth even wider than before so that he could watch the cum leap from the head of his prick squirting into the hungrily waiting passage between her succulent lips.

Frank too seemed to expel a massive quantity of cream from his prick, finally forcing Miranda to swallow, which she now did and included wrapping her lips more fully around his prick as she strained towards sucking him fully and completely dry. A short time afterwards, Frank forcibly pulled away from her, staggering back over towards a nearby chair where he collapsed unceremoniously, exhausted, drained as well as being pleasantly surprised.

"God Miranda! You really do give one hell of a blowjob!" he said complimenting her.

"Why thank you!" she grinned, allowing a little of the excess cream to dribble from the corner of her mouth where she then licked it up with her tongue, showing it to him briefly before closing her mouth, tasting the salty-tartness of Frank's final spurting as she swallowed it.

If she hadn't been horny before, she certainly was now! But as both men had just spent themselves, Miranda was reasonably sure it would be a considerable period of time before either one of them was ready and able to satisfy any of her now burning desires.

"Well now, how about that drink?" she questioned. "Perhaps by then, the two of you will be ready to go again," she added hopefully. Both men were smiling.

Frank reached over towards the end table where he was sitting and held up a small box.

"I think we've got that covered," he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Miranda quickly read the label.

"Viagra? Isn't that just for guys who can't get it up?"

"Not exactly," Frank told her. "It's also great for keeping it up," he told her, "Even after you've cum!"

Miranda noticed. Though each of them had just barely finished climaxing, Joey was already rock-hard again, and even Frank's prick seemed to be rejuvenating right before her very eyes.

"Well I'll be!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes you will," Joey grinned back at her.

"Will what?"

"You'll be fucked nice and hard very soon here!" Frank finished for him. "But first, lets have those drinks!"

#

It actually felt pretty good just sitting there laughing and joking with her two friends much like they always did. But this time of course, they were all doing so naked. Even so, Miranda felt comfortable, and though she had calmed somewhat, the wetness between her legs remained as a constant reminder that she was reasonably still horny too, and was hopeful that soon the two men would provide her with some real necessary relief.

"Lets go upstairs," Frank suggested. "Perhaps a nice hot showers in order," he recommended.

That did seem like a good idea. Joey's cream had by now dried and caked all over her breasts. And though she'd enjoyed the feel of it squirting against her, it had now begun to flake as well as causing her skin to crinkle. Added to that, the thought of the two men washing and soaping her sounded very appealing.

"Good idea!" Miranda told them both, sprinting towards the stairs as both men quickly gave chase following behind her.

#

As she had anticipated and hoped for, they'd begun by soaping one another up. Miranda enjoyed the feel of two sets of hands tenderly caressing her, exploring her from head to toe. They had of course lingered a considerable length of time, soaping, and re-soaping her breasts. But she didn't mind it at all as they had once again become tenderly aroused, her nipples swollen, erect and yearnfully in need. She also enjoyed the feel of both pricks, one now in each hand as she stood there stroking them both simultaneously, hands...fingers teasing and exploring her pussy, ass, as well as her breasts.

"God...I need to be fucked!" she suddenly announced surprising herself. "Who wants to go first anyway?"

"Be my guest Frank," Joey allowed. "I'd like to watch for a moment or two anyway," he grinned.

Frank nodded his head, then turned towards Miranda. "I'll want you to do something special for me," he told her.

"What?"

"I'll tell you when its time," he said.

She looked at him curiously, but didn't continue with the thought. Frank positioned himself on the floor of the shower as the warmth of it continued to pulsate, beating down upon her back as she took up a position to straddle him there on the floor. Joey quickly slid in beside them to watch immediately locating one of her breasts were he began fondling and tweaking one of her hard stiff nipples.

Easing her very wet slit down over the entire length of Frank's shaft, she allowed one or two slow easy strokes until she'd accommodated him fully, feeling the lubrication of her pussy as it bathed the length of his prick now resting fully and deeply inside her. She began to ease upwards in preparation for beginning what she hoped to be a nice long, yet hard fuck.

"Ok Miranda, this is what I want you to do now," Frank said freezing her in place.

She halted her motion mid-stride, once again settling herself back down upon his cock where she felt the fullness of him filling her completely. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish.

"Pee!" was all he said.

"What?" Miranda was sure she hadn't heard him correctly. "What did you just say?"

"What I said was...I want you too pee, just like you are, sitting on me with my cock buried inside you. Think you can do that?"

For the first time, Miranda truly was speechless. She sat for a long moment contemplating his request, not at all sure this was one she really could comply with.

"You're serious?"

"Very. Think you can do it?" he now asked with a pleading tone of voice that was both sincere as well as highly aroused.

"I don't know...maybe," she actually considered. She had had a considerable amount to drink, and hadn't gone as yet though she had felt the urge earlier just before stepping into the shower. As there hadn't been any privacy however, she'd fought off the urge, especially as it hadn't become so intolerable that she couldn't wait to actually do so later. "You really want me to pee on you with your cock up inside my pussy?"

"Say cunt," he corrected. "It's a little naughtier word and I love hearing a woman say it, especially when she's excited."

Miranda actually laughed though she was already blushing at the vulgar, yet wickedly interesting request she'd just been given.

"So...you want me...to pee on your cock while it's fucking my cunt. Is that it?"

"That's about it!" Frank shot back at her. "The question is, can you do it?"

"To be honest Frank, it's not exactly something I've ever considered doing before, I'm not even sure I can do it under the circumstances," she admitted openly to him.

"Will you at least try Miranda? I'd really enjoy feeling it. It's always been one of my biggest fantasies, and one that I never believed I'd ever get a chance to do. But...since you did agree to 'anything', I thought this might be the best chance I'd ever have of actually experiencing it!"

"Well, no promises. But ok...I'll try. If that's what you really want me to do," she said still skeptically.

"Oh, I do! I really, really do!" he implored her.

Miranda began to concentrate, though finding it very hard to do so with a thick hard prick shoved up her pussy.

"Don't move! This is hard enough as it is!" she said. Frank giggled.

"What? My cock? Or you trying to pee on it?" "Both!" Miranda laughed back, then felt the first tiny trickle of urine as it escaped. "Damn! Maybe I can after all!" she exclaimed in surprise, once again concentrating, suddenly feeling the force of the tiny trickle increase until she was letting out a full stream of hot steamy urine.

"Fuck!" Frank moaned audibly. "God Miranda! You're doing it!"

"She's really peeing on you?" Joey suddenly asked trying to get a look-see as she did.

"Oh hell yes...God Joey, you really should try this some time!  It feels fucking great!"

"Yes...it does actually," Miranda found herself saying, "There's something vulgarly obscene about it that is really becoming quite a turn on to me!" 

Miranda began frigging her clit, teasing it with the tip of her finger, spreading herself a part with one hand while she rubbed the pearly nubbin of flesh, still managing to loose a stream of urine around Frank's hard swollen cock that now throbbed, bobbing back and forth inside her tight wet opening as she continued peeing upon him.




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"Getting any easier?" he asked.

"No. But in a way, it's helping to make it last a lot longer too. That, and trying to concentrate on two...no, make that three things at once here is extremely interesting!"

Miranda was swirling her clit rapidly now as Joey stepped behind her, cupping both of her full breasts within his hands, beginning to knead and toy with her thimble sized nipples.

"Oh yeah, that's nice Joey! Now, pull on them a little harder, sort of pinch them a little."

He began doing that. "Oh yes perfect! Just keep playing with them just like that!" she instructed him.

"Ok Frank...NOW you can fuck me!" she all but begged him as she continued to squirt his cock, rubbing her clit, and enjoying the sensation of his hard firm shaft as it began thrusting upwards even more deeply inside her.

Before she even knew what was happening, Miranda began to climax. She felt that familiar little tingle, followed almost immediately by an earth shattering explosion that took her completely by surprise. It had swept upon her with amazing speed, and even more surprising intensity. Perhaps it had been her concentration and focus, the additional stimulus of Frank's penis bobbing back inside her pussy at the same time, as well as Joey's hands and fingers that had been skillfully toying with her super-sensitive breasts and nipples. Whatever the reason, Miranda allowed herself to cry out with delicious joy, the scream finding its own way out of her throat as thousands of tiny little white stars suddenly exploded inside her head.

She might have passed out momentarily, she wasn't really sure. Frank hadn't cum yet, and was still slowly thrusting in and out of her pussy, though it was obviously not his intent to climax, more than simply allowing her a nice easy way to slowly come back down from wherever it was she'd flown away to.

"What do you say we all towel off and head into the bedroom? I know that Joey here is dying to have his cock sucked, and I for one wouldn't mind eating a little pussy. In fact...I want to eat a whole lot of this pussy!" he said thrusting quickly inside her half a dozen times. "And maybe we'd better do that soon before I decide to finish off inside you, right here...right now!" he added once again fucking her pussy another two, three quick times.

"I don't know Frank. Keep doing that, and I just may keep you here, I'm already getting close to another one!"

"Hey!" Joey exclaimed with a frown on his face. "I think the two of you have been having all the fun. Now it's my turn!" he nearly demanded.

"I think we'd best go," Frank whispered to her. "Before poor Joey explodes!"

And Miranda saw by the looks of things, that he very well easily could too!

They soon found themselves in the bedroom, sprawled comfortably upon the soft satin sheets. As Frank had wanted to do, he'd positioned himself between Miranda's legs, spreading them, and spent a good deal of time simply gazing at her sweet luscious quim. Eventually, he began to softly lick her there, taking time to introduce his tongue to her semi-hidden clitoris before exposing it even more fully with his fingers, giving her a much more proper welcum.

By now, Joey had knelt down beside her head on the bed, where Miranda had turned taking his rock-hard shaft into her mouth, sucking him and taking the fullness of him near-completely inside her throat.

"God...she really does suck cock nicely doesn't she?" 

"Hell yes she does!" Frank answered, the flat of his tongue still embedded within the fur-lined groove of her split sounding thick-tongued even as he spoke. "And her pussy sure tastes sweet as hell too!" he added giving her a nice long lingering stroke of the tongue, ending with his lips just capturing her clit, sucking it briefly. Miranda moaned, moaned around Joey's cock giving his prick an unexpected thrill.

"Whatever you just did to her...do it again! I liked what she just did to my prick when you did whatever the hell it was you just did!"

After that, it became a bit of a 'tag-team' match. Just when Miranda thought she was about to explode, the guys would exchange places, and suddenly everything would start up from square one again. With Joey now licking her pussy, the sensation slightly different than the way Frank tickled her split with his tongue, but just enough differing interest to keep it constantly exciting as she'd readjust to the new style and technique. Even the subtle differences in the guys cocks, size...shape, was enough to add additional stimulus to her own reawakened arousal level, which was constantly shifting, continually escalating so that Miranda knew that in time, she would soon orgasm no matter who was going down on her. Her pleasures had already intensified to the boiling point enough as it were, so that now she was straining with the effort to force Frank's cock to erupt the moment she felt her own pussy liquefy in pleasured release.

Seconds later, Miranda was doing just that. And as she began to spiral up somewhere towards the stars, she knew in an instant that this was going to be one of those very 'special' ones she so rarely had too. She thought briefly of actually warning poor Joey what he was in for, but as the ecstasy took over, she decided to let him discover it for himself.

Miranda moaned, felt not just the additional rush of lubrication further moisten her pussy, but the mind-numbing torrent of female cum-cream as it erupted much like a volcanic lava flow, spewing forth from deep within her cunt, the walls of her vagina suddenly expelling a torrent of rich, frothy female cum cream. The sound of Joey's elated surprise reaching her ears, but his tongue now stabbing, penetrating her even deeper as he began to devour the honey-sweet nectar that continued to shoot out of her own pussy, and into his hungrily sucking mouth.

Hearing as well as seeing all this was the final straw for Frank's throbbing prick. With Miranda's sweet lips nearly driving him insane, he strained, feeling the first pressured release of jisim as it shot from the tip of his prick, flooding her mouth. Greedily, she began swallowing each and every spurt of his fluid as he continued pumping in into her, matching the force and tempo of her own female ejaculations which she too continued to produce, near drowning poor Joey as he struggled to drink from the fountain of her youth.

Soon after they all collapsed upon the bed, drained, exhausted from their exertions. The mixture of fluids so having saturated the sheets that there wasn't anything BUT a wet spot to roll around in.

"I think...it's time we fixed some dinner, got something to eat before we start things up again," Frank announced.

"I think we're all going to need our strength later," Miranda agreed.

Joey smiled, "You can say that again. Hell, we've only scratched a few items off of our list!" he blurted out.

"List? What list?" Miranda asked. "You mean to tell me you guys actually got together and made a list of things you wanted to do? Where is it anyway?" she asked.

They headed downstairs where Frank pulled a steno pad that had been stuck beneath a pile of magazines sitting on the coffee table. Miranda began thumbing through the binder, her eyes suddenly becoming wide on occasion, smiling on others.

"What's the bananas for?" Joey grinned broadly.

"Tomorrow, we thought it might be nice to turn you into a banana split!" Frank laughed, enjoying his own joke.

"Well, that certainly explains the Maraschino Cherries too then!" she added scanning the list, which is when she noticed the title at the top and laughed. "Miranda things to do list?" 

"What can I say?" Frank smiled. "We've been thinking about this a lot!"

"I can see that. Anyone have a pen I can borrow?" Miranda asked.

"What for?"

She grinned. "Well actually, there's one or two things I'd like to try as long as we're here. Hell, after everything we've just experienced, I guess now's the time to find out about a few things as long as we're all willing participants!"

Miranda began to write as both Joey and Frank crowed around her to see what it was she put down.

"Fuck me!" Joey exclaimed after reading one or two of her comments.

"Only if you've got a strap-on I can borrow," Miranda told him. "Perhaps we'll try that next time!"

"Well, lets see about that dinner, how about some wine to go along with?" Frank asked her. "Steak ok?"

"Sounds delicious!" Miranda responded stretching out on the bear rug that was situated in front of the ready to light fire. "And what's for dessert after that?"

"You are!" both men said nearly in unison. Right where you are in fact!" Frank added. "It's going to be a very long, very exhausting evening I'm afraid."

"Hope you brought plenty of those little blue pills with you," Miranda teased back. "And...plenty of KY jelly for me. I think I'm going to need it!"

"Right behind you there on the floor," Joey said pointing. "Like we said earlier, we planned for a lot of this already."

"I can see that!" Miranda grinned, easing a teasing finger up her split as the boys stood their gaping at her. "You'd better hurry up with dinner, or I might just start without you," she quipped still delicately fingering her rapidly moistening quim.

"Go right ahead," Frank told her. "In fact Miranda, I want to see you play with yourself while we're fixing dinner. Which reminds me, I bought you another present today. Something I really think you'll enjoy."

"What's that?" she asked.

Frank reached down beneath the counter producing a rather nice-sized box. "Sorry it's not gift-wrapped or anything," he said handing it to her. She gapped at it and laughed. 

"You know, I've always wanted to try one of these."

"Well now's your chance!" Joey said chiming in. "Like Frank here said, lay back, enjoy yourself while we fix dinner and enjoy watching you!"

Miranda sat back resting her head against the seat of the couch. Lifting the white-colored toy from its box. "Hmm, The Butterfly," she read. "Interesting!" She noticed that what appeared to be a butterfly spreading its wings would seemingly fit perfectly next to her clit with the length of the vibrating toy itself being buried deeply inside her.

"That's why I got it for you," Frank spoke. "Thought you might enjoy trying it out. And besides, it's another one of those things on the list there," he added with an evil wink.

"I must have missed that one," she replied still turning the new toy over in her hands. "What are these beads for anyway?" she asked noticing that a portion of the penis shaped toy had a section of beads showing through a see-through portion of the dildo.

"Oh...those rotate while it's inside you," Joey explained.

"Oh really?"

"Go ahead, try it out Miranda!" he told her. "Dinner's going to be a while yet, so you just might as well give it a test-drive."

"Think I'll do just that," she said turning the fuck-toy on. "Oh my...powerful isn't it?" she said feeling it come a live in her hand. "Shit guys...I won't even need you two after being given this!"

"Well, maybe not after this weekend, but as long as you are here...you still have to do whatever we tell you to do remember?"

"Ah huh..." Miranda purred as she began slipping the joystick inside her now pulsating pussy.

#

After dinner along with several more glasses of wine, Frank had gotten a nice warm fire going that soon made the room almost uncomfortably warm, though the night had cooled considerably. He had also shut off all the lights so that the only source of lighting now came from the fire that the three of them were lying in front of.

"So...what's next?" Miranda asked, already feeling her desire return, as had the guys with the help of the supply of little blue pills they'd been so thoughtful in bringing a long. Frank's cock was already hard and firm with the expectation of things to come. She lazily reached over and began toying with Joey's, which soon began to rise back to its full stiff size as well.

"Where's that KY?" Frank asked. "Cause we're at the place where we're really going to need it!"

"How so?" Miranda asked.

"Well, lets just say we're about to fuck you simultaneously," Frank told her. "Remember Miranda, you agreed...'anything'!"

Now she was a little nervous and a bit apprehensive. "You're really going to make me do this aren't you?" she asked them.

They were both grinning, already fisting their cocks with eager anticipation.

"Ok, so where is the KY jelly again?"

Joey quickly located it, passing it over towards Miranda. Frank began rolling a condom over his prick, soon after applying a generous helping of the KY to his now condom covered cock.

"How we going to do this?" she asked curiously.

"Probably the best way first is for Joey to lie down. Once he has, then you go ahead and climb up on top of him. Once he's inside you, just hold still and let me take things from there," Frank explained.

"Ok...but slow and easy though alright? I've never had a cock inside my ass before Frank, and I'll be honest with you. Pinky swear or no, I'm still not sure I'll be able to do this!"

"Well, as long as you give it an honest try Miranda, then I think the pinky-oath will have been fulfilled. But I'm reasonably sure that this'll work. And I promise, I will take things slow and easy! Just don't freak out or get too anxious about it. If you need me to stop and hold still for a minute or two, just say so and I will. But eventually, you'll get used to it and will be able to take more and more of my cock up inside your ass."

Somewhat fearful even then, Miranda mounted Joey's prick feeling it slide easily inside her. Once he'd buried himself to the hilt, she felt Frank applying yet another liberal helping of KY to her still very tight anal opening. He knelt behind her, easing just the tip of his finger inside her where he continued to further coat and lubricate her ass, as well as gingerly beginning to stretch and expand the passage.

"Hmm, that's not so bad," Miranda admitted as she enjoyed the tickle of his finger inside her, especially with Joey's cock resting comfortably and fully inside her dripping pussy.

Satisfied with the progress he'd made, Frank finally removed his finger from Miranda's beautiful ass, stepping around and behind her where he then knelt, placing the head of his prick at the tiny puckered opening. He began to press, feeling the tip of his cock gingerly easing in. Miranda groaned.

"Want me to stop?" he asked her.

"No, it's ok...I'll let you know if you need to," she assured him. "Trust me!"

Frank pushed a little harder, still stopping momentarily to see how Miranda was doing, though she appeared to be doing just fine. He pushed a little more, felt the inner ring suddenly expand, allowing a good two or three inches of entry inside her tight clenching ass.

"Still ok?"

"Yes...but slowly now. I think I'm getting used to it," she told him.

He took his time with her, eventually easing nearly the full length of his shaft inside her ass. Only then did he remain still, allowing her to more fully adjust to the intrusion until at last, they both felt her inner muscles relax allowing him a much freer movement as he began to give her swallow, quick little thrusts back and forth inside her.

"How's that feel?"

"Feel's good!" she responded thickly.

"Ok Joey, I think you can start fucking her too now!" Frank told him.

As Joey began to slowly ease his own cock in and out of Miranda's pussy, Frank began coordinating his still shallow, but slightly quickening pace until he could feel the press of Joey's cock against his prick as they coordinated their movements in and out of her two passages.

"How's that now?" Frank asked again.

"Oh my God!" Miranda exclaimed, "Fucking fantastic!"

"You like it then?" Frank asked actually thrusting himself fully and deeply into her all at once.

"Fuck yes!  Oh my God! Fuck yes!" she actually yelled.

"What are we doing to you?" Frank pressed, once again feeling the heat of passion overwhelming his senses.

"Fucking me!" Miranda answered.

"Yes, we are. But how are we fucking you? What are we doing to you Miranda?"

"You're fucking my ass...my pussy. Cunt!" she amended by herself remembering. "You're fucking my wet fucking pussy, and my tight fucking ass!"

"Want more?" Frank asked driving himself even deeper, harder inside that now slick opening. Joey had reached up taking each one of Miranda's swinging breasts within his hands, almost painfully twisting and pulling on her nipples, his cock driving into her from below just as powerfully as Frank's was sliding into her from behind.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me Frank! Fuck me Joey! Fuck me you two beautiful pricks! Fuck me!"

Frank reached up taking a handful of Miranda's hair within his hand near jerking her head backwards where he leaned over, kissing her hard and full upon the mouth.

"You like the way my prick feels inside you?" he asked looking into her wild eyes. "You like how Joey's cock feels, sliding against mine as we sit here fucking you together?"

"Yes! Yes!" she groaned over and over, nearly crying now with the penultimate intensity of the moment. "Your prick...cock...dick...feels so good inside my cunt, my ass...Oh God yes...fuck my pussy, fuck my ass...fuck me!" she screamed loud enough to cause an echo to actually sound within the hallway of the cabin. "Fuck me hard!" she screamed out once again. "I'm fucking going to cum!"

Once again Miranda's quim exploded with the same nectar white discharge that it had before, though if anything, even more so now than she had then. The spray of her pussy juice pushed past the pistoning shaft of Joey's cock, the mist of her female cum-cream bathing his balls, coating them in the pearly-like substance of her orgasm, even as Frank cried out, driving his prick as deep as it had ever gone inside her ass, holding it there as he began pouring out his own pleasure, filling the reservoir of the condom to near overflowing.

Joey too began to climax, his own needful spurts shooting deeply inside Miranda's cunt, his juices now mingling and mixing with her own which continued to pour forth as though never ending in either quantity or duration of her ecstasy.

Frank finally pulled out of Miranda's ass, stripping the condom from his prick, pouring the contents of his jisim upon the back of her ass where he began rubbing it into her flesh as though it were a soothing lotion.

Miranda had just begun to calm when the second of yet another powerful orgasm began ripping through her. "Oh my God! Slap my ass Frank! Slap my ass...hard!" she was screaming once again, riding Joey's still stiff cock even though he'd just finished spending the last of whatever cum-cream he'd managed to produce inside her almost too slippery pussy.

Frank in fact spanked her ass perhaps harder than he'd intended to do, but Miranda merely cried out in additional pleasure, the pain of the sting becoming pleasure as it intensified, then joined her already throbbing pussy as she quickly headed towards a third, then a forth rich full climax. Frank slipped his finger back inside her ass just as she did, felt her ass tighten, trapping his finger inside holding it there. The sound of her ear-piercing scream filled the night where she moments later collapsed on top of Joey, who'd already gone off into another universe of his own. Frank lay down beside her, his hands gently caressing and stroking her body as she made feeble attempts at trying to come around.

"Rest baby, rest. We have an entire weekend a head of us to enjoy yet!" he whispered soothingly into her ear. "And we've barely even scratched the list yet," he said laughing softly. "Though I think we still need to discuss that one item you wrote down," he told her. "And besides, we're the one's who won here, not sure that request of yours falls under our pinky agreement."




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Miranda opened her eyes turning her head back towards him. "You and Joey do that one for me, and you can have me, any time, any where, any place," she stated hardly having the breath to do so.

"We'll talk," Frank said smiling. "Hell, who knows? After this weekend, anything's possible!"



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Some of you may have read my earlier submissions .. this is not a continuation but a fresh start!

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My wife and I (Brenda and Jamie) live a good life. Fifteen years of married life, 2 kids, financial security (almost) and good friends. We lived in Midwest town in amongst a row of lovely tree shaded homes. I still loved her like I did all those years back. In fact I lusted for her too -- just as much. Bedtimes were still great.

Being an architect I consulted with a few regional design and construction firms and worked from home though I did travel to meet clients and examine sites occasionally. I had a fully functional basement office. Brenda spent time bringing up our children and also worked at a local school on a part-time basis. We had a few good friends of many years and some of us had grown up together. Brenda had been my childhood friend and sweetheart through the school years.

As usual the children were common factors within the friend' circle. Most of the mothers got to know one another because of the children and then some became friends. Marion was one such friend who was pretty close to Brenda. Marion asked Brenda for advice about pretty much everything. Brenda liked being like that too.

Marion used to come over a couple of times a week and sometimes when I was taking a break from my work in the basement, I'd bump into them chattering animatedly about something or the other. She was a pleasant person and easy to get along with. She was a delicate soft spoken girl. Very different in looks from Brenda.

Brenda was a petite brunette -- very vivacious and knowledgeable about many things. Marion on the other hand was taller and fuller. Very soft spoken and had very soft features too. She was not dumb but was not the brightest bulb in a room either. But above all -- she was a genuinely nice person.

Her hubby (Dwayne) on the other hand, was a cold fish. Totally engrossed with his work pretty much all the time. He and I never vibed, and when we met we could not find much to chat about. Nothing in common, not even sports. He was not much help around the house either. Now me, on the other hand, I was often around the house and loved helping Brenda with the kids' assignments and projects. I loved working with my hands.

Over the few years that I had seen Marion around, I always felt that something was not right about her marriage. But hey, that is none of my business.

One day, Marion came on over and I hopped up to let her in. Brenda was not home and wasn't going to be for a few hours.

"Hi Marion .. come on in. Looking for Brenda?"

"Hi Jamie, yes I am. She in?"

"No. She won't be in for another couple of hours either. But come on in anyways. I am working on a model of a windmill for the school project. Why don't you help me?"

"Oh yes. Why don't I?"

As usual she was wearing a loose bleached white cotton shirt and a knee-length pleated skirt in lime green. She always wore loose clothes but I suspected that under those loose clothes she was actually a full figured girl. Nothing to be ashamed of.

She sat down with me and we got going. Small chat ensued about this and that. I asked after Dwayne and the conversation kind of died down after that. I kept jabbering on about things and it took me a while to realise that she had gone quiet and still. I stopped working on the windmill model and looked at her. Her lovely eyes had clouded over and were probably a bit moist too. I was taken aback.

"Uh .. Marion. I am sorry. Did I say something wrong? You know me. Always talking too fast."

She shrugged a slow shrug and shook her head. She muttered about how I was helping Brenda with things and how much attention I paid to her and our kids, all the time. Obviously Dwayne did not do those things for Marion.

This was a very awkward moment and I was never good at these junctures. Most people are not. I fidgeted while she bowed her head in her palms and heaved a shuddering breath. I could do nothing other than put my arm around her and pat her shoulder. I had to slide closer to her and I did. After a few rigid moments she shivered and leaned over to my shoulder but I thought she was sobbing. Her hair smelt nice and her skin was so soft and creamy. She was sort of snuggled in against my neck and sitting very close to me. Her sobbing slowed a bit. She ended up with a deep sigh and a shudder. I hugged her lightly and shifted apart slightly. She looked at me through soft eyes.

"Thank you."

"Care for some tea (she liked leaf tea and so did I)? I was about to have some. Maybe get freshened up first though?"

"Yes to both". She laughed lightly. I led the way to the kitchen where she splashed some water over her face and dabbed it down as I fussed over tea things. I looked at her across the steaming kettle and our eyes locked. We were like that for minutes. Many minutes. And then slowly I got up and walked around the table and took her elbow in my hand and led her from the room. She looked at me steadily and her eyes showed no fear. Instead they were full of something warm and soft. My stomach was tight and my mouth wanted to run dry. We walked towards the bedroom down the hall and actually almost made it too. Just short of the door as she turned in I took her in my arms and I kissed her on her lips. Not too hard but certainly firmly. We both stepped apart then and a very long few minutes passed with us standing at the door to the guest bedroom of my home. We could turn back still. We did not.

After an eternity we stepped back together again and this time I was kissing her deeper. Heat flared through my sinews as the kisses got deeper and more involved. Her hands were on my back holding us gently yet firmly together. She was kissing me back with as much fervour. My hands caressed up and down her back and finally a hand slid up the back of her neck and my fingers tangled in her hair. She groaned into the kiss as we arched into one another.

She tasted so different from Brenda and my body was awash with hot tingles. I wanted her and it was clear that she wanted me.

Her breathing was getting to be ragged as I kissed her mouth hard. My tongue slid between her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue darted forward to meet mine and I stepped closer still against her. Her back was to the door frame as we kissed. Our tongues played and mine chased deeper into her mouth. Tasting and exploring. Teasing ever more heat into each other.

I pressed my thigh against her and she slowly stepped apart and soon my thigh was jammed between hers and the heat where our bodies met was fast rising. I was stirring and stirring big time and the thigh pressed to my crotch was communicating all this back to her. Her eyes lit up when I blatantly pressed my now bulging crotch against her thigh. My hand raked her soft hair back as we broke the kiss and stared mutely at one another. And then I kissed her mouth fast and then her chin and her neck. I was kissing her rapidly all over her neck and throat. I realised that she was very sensitive to kisses near her ear and I zeroed in to that soft spot. She shuddered as I pinned her to the door frame and kissed her neck and soon I was nibbling at her ear lobe and flicking my tongue at it. A deep groan escaped her as I softly cupped her breast through the shirt she wore. As I had always imagined, she was had full breasts and each filled my hand fully. They were full and soft yet heavy and I caressed them as I sucked on her ear-lobe. Her hands were in my hair.

"Oh Jamie. What are you doing to me? I am all lit up and loving this".

I nodded slowly as I sucked at her ear and then slowly kissed my way down the side of her neck. My hands were cupping her breasts and as I leaned into the kiss she tilted her head offering me her neck. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt starting at the top and as the shirt peeled apart I kissed her flushed skin as it was exposed. First I popped just the top-button then a couple more. She was wearing a peach bra with lace trim and had dabbed perfume on it. She was arching and thrusting her breasts forward as I kissed lightly into her exposed cleavage. I took a tentative lick down along the shoulder-strap of the bra as the last of the buttons popped and the shirt fell open down the front. My hands curled into it and caressed her waist and then went around to the small of her back as I held her. My lips left a trail of small kisses along the edge of the bra and then I leaned into her cleavage as her palms cupped her breasts deepening the cleavage. 

It was so sexy seeing her cup her breasts for me. Her hands were full. I took a deep breath and dove in, kissing and licking. I nudged the bra aside slowly, exposing her lovely full breasts and then my hands crawled up her back and I unclipped the bra. Immediately the restraints around her breasts vanished and she shrugged out of the shirt which pooled around us, on the floor. The bra joined it soon enough. I cupped her breasts up and squeezed them gently as I kissed her nips and slowly sucked on them in turns. She had small but hard nipples and they were getting harder with each kiss and each caress.

She flushed heavily now as my mouth feasted on her ripe breasts and her hands almost fed them to me. We slow stepped into the room and towards the bed. We didn't quite make it either. About half way there, I started kissing lower and was soon kneeling in front of her, my arms around her hips and then I looked up at her. Despite the blushes, her eyes were not willing me to stop. So I did not stop.

Still looking at her, I slowly unhooked the skirt at the back and then ran the zipper down and then let my thumbs hook into the waist band as I eased it over her hips. As the skirt fluttered to the floor, I slowly drew her forward to step out of it and hugged her hips as she stepped towards me. My cheek was against her matching lace-trimmed panties. I could make out that she was trimmed quite close as her pubes were against my cheeks through the panties.

My hands caressed her hips delicately as she blushed deeply. Her head was bowed as she looked down at me. I kissed the front of her panties once and then again and again. My hands caressed and then cupped her ass and as I squeezed it slowly in my large palms I pressed my face deeply into her thighs. She moaned out aloud and her thighs parted even before she might have thought of keeping them together. I hunched down so I could kiss her better down there. My kisses were leaving moist marks on her panties and then I gave them a long lick up the front right over her lips. We both shuddered as I did that. I slipped in a finger under the hem along her thighs and slid the fingers along under the panties and down the front and soon my fingertips were caressing her lips and then I lifted the front of the panties aside and buried my nose over her lips and her musk blew me over the edge. It took just a quick movement to slip the panties off her hips and down her long legs. They joined her skirt on the floor. And I hugged her hips tight as I buried my face in her thighs. Her hands were in my hair and clutching it hard as she pulled my face into her crotch. Obviously she had not had much of this for a while now. On the other hand I was trying to make this as slow (and memorable) as possible.

I began running a fingertip up and down along each lip as my own lips kissed them softly and repeatedly. Her thighs were trembling with sensual tension as I began peeling her lips apart and kissing the exposed inner folds of her pussy. She was already quite moist and I flicked my tongue tip out to lick up the beads of her moisture as my fingertips stroked her inner lips in a building rhythm. Soon my tongue tip was joining the rhythm as my fingers started to slide up into her. She was wet now and her hands were clutching my hair as her body shuddered to pleasure and desires let loose. 

I knelt so that my face was pressed up into her now parted thighs and my lips were parted over hers as I licked her while my fingers stroked deeper into her. Soon I could feel her urgency start to build and she was dragging tortured breath into her lungs. My tongue was darting up into her seeking more and more of her wetness and my fingers started rubbing closer to the top of her lips, near her clitoris. Suddenly my fingers rubbed over it and she almost jumped. She was obviously on the edge now and I parted her lips to allow my mouth to get to her clit and she stepped apart to let me. She was moaning almost continuously now as I licked and sucked over her clitoris and then in huge shuddering waves she started to orgasm. I was to discover that while her orgasms were explosive they were also very lengthy. I simply sat and lapped it all up, my fingers denting her soft ass deeply as I clasped her to my face.

After a few long wet minutes she shuddered and her grip on my hair loosened somewhat. I stood up against her and cupped her breasts as we kissed. Tasting herself on my mouth made her groan and she kissed and licked all her moisture off my lips. I walked her back towards the bed. I was not done yet and sat her on the edge of the bed. She parted her knees as I stepped against the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her. Her hands quickly unfastened my belt and then my trousers. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt and dropped it to the floor as I stepped out of my trousers and briefs.

Her hands slowly caressed along my thighs as I watched her, slowly stroking her hair back into some order. She reached up along my inner thighs and slowly cupped my balls as she looked at my hard cock poking up into her face. She glanced up at me uncertainly and I let the fingers of my hand tangle through her hair as arched my hips slowly forward. Still looking up into my eyes she let my dark head nudge against her lips.

"Only if you like, Jamie".

I just nodded. Silly girl.

Her hand slowly wrapped around my shaft and she firmly stroked towards the tip and then her thumb rubbed over the very tip where a drop of my precum oozed. She then opened her mouth and I groaned as she poked her tongue tip to her thumb and licked the precum off it and then off my cock. Slowly she parted her lips over the head and fed my cock into her mouth. Looking down at her as her mouth swallowed my cock made me harder and hotter. Her hands cupped my balls as I slowly rocked my shaft into her mouth as her tongue worked along it's underside. Her lips parted and stretched around my glistening wet shaft. She made a fist of one hand around the base of my shaft and slowly pumped it as I thrust it into her mouth. 

I did not want to cum like this, not the first time.

I slowly pushed her back and off my cock and she looked up at me uncertain and puzzled. And I slowly fisted my shaft looking at her voluptuous body. She slide back a bit into the bed and leaned back on her elbows, looking at me and my cock. I reached down to cup her calves in my hands and then raised them higher and higher until her feet were pointed up and apart -- in a luscious "V". I wanted what lay at the apex of the "V". I licked her calves, sliding my palms up and down along them as she rested them against my shoulders and then I pushed closer yet. Pushing her legs up past the vertical as my head slowly nudged into her already moist lips. The way she was stretched out, her lips were parted and I simply slid in and kept sliding in until I was buried deeply in her. My balls squashed against her ass as I ground it in. I slipped a cushion under her hips as I started building a rhythm. My cock, lubed by her wetness, was slipping in deeper with each thrust as I arched my hips in a smooth sawing motion. Her full breasts jiggled as I started pounding into her and she tossed her head from side to side, eyes shut tight. I reached forward to cup and squeeze her breasts as I dug deeper into her. She was groaning now and thrusting her hips off the cushion and then suddenly she moaned out aloud.

"O Jamieee! Oh yes .. give it to me! Now!"

Hearing her talk like that urged me and set off fires all over my loins. I pounded in faster and harder as her body shuddered to the thrusts. She was gasping and her head was tossing side-to-side, her hair tousled and tossed too.

Suddenly her eyes flew open and she arched her shoulders off the bed and stared at me with eyes on fire and her insides seemed to melt and explode around my pounding shaft. Her orgasm was of titanic proportions as her vagina clenched around my shaft as I slammed it in and out in a blur. My balls slapping hard against her ass as I did that. I did not slow down let alone stop and she kept on cumming. But eventually she fell back on the bed and just moaned, staring at me.

I had managed to hold off my own orgasm and was still hard as I buried myself with one huge thrust and leaned down to kiss her gasping mouth hard. Her hands held my face as she panted into the kiss.

"Oh Jamie, this was the most wonderful ..." she did not finish but it was not difficult to imagine what she was about to say as she bit off the end of the sentence. I lay over her, buried, as her insides slowly subsided.

After a few minutes as she gathered her breath, I gave my cock a few twitches and she looked at me in amazement as she realised that I was still as big and as hard as some time ago. I ignored her look and leaned down to slowly kiss and lick at a nipple. I could feel her looking at me but I did not look into her eyes. I continued licking her nip and it slowly stiffened and then I started sucking at it cupping the breast in my hand. Then slowly I opened my mouth wide and took almost half her breast into my mouth as though eating it!

I was licking her nip deeply towards its tip as I did that. Her body convulsed as the fires lit up again deep within her. She arched and groaned hugely as her hands ran through my hair and she thrust her breasts into my face. I curled my arms under her and lifting her off the bed slightly pushed us up into the bed with a few big thrusts of my cock. I rocked back upright and raised her in my arms. She was now sitting astraddle me my cock still buried up in her. I continued suckling at her nips as she leaned back and arched them magnificently. I lay back on my elbows and looked at this lovely full-figured woman straddling my cock as she slowly rotated her hips. My eyes feasted upon her voluptuous body as her hips moved on their own. She had no real control left over what was happening. She blushed deep down to her cleavage as my eyes roamed over her. I reached a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her forward to kiss her lips and slowly thrust my tongue into her mouth. Slowly and deliberately I devoured her mouth as her hips slowly started bucking on my shaft. I let a hand caress over her tummy and down between us. Her lips were split around my shaft as she slowly ground up and down, riding my cock. I let my thumb rub the lips apart and search for her clit and in a moment I found it. She nipped at my tongue as I gave her clit a circling rub. Her body twitched hugely as I started rubbing her clit with my thumb at the same time I thrust my hips up, matching her down-thrust.

We broke the kiss then as our bodies started pumping into one another. Her knees split apart on the bed as she ground her hips hard down on my shaft. My thumb was rubbing and vibrating over her clit sending shock waves through her. My cock seemed as though it wanted to burst. I thrust hard up into her and our bodies moved in perfect unison. My up thrusts were almost lifting us both off the bed with their force. And soon I could feel her insides start to melt again and that triggered my own excitement past the limit. My balls ached for release and my shaft was searing into her fast.

Her breasts were swaying hugely now as we sped up and I suddenly I could control myself no longer. I could feel my balls explode and shoot my cum up through my shaft. I started shooting my cum into her and she came at the same time too. Our faces were inches apart as I reared up into a huge thrust and we froze as our orgasms hit top speed. My cumming seemed endless and she was simply speechless with what was happening. She could feel my cum explode inside her and her own was mingled with it. I shook with the intensity for minutes as I kept pumping my cum into her and then slowly we subsided. Her arms around me as I lay spent, in them.




Friends



It took many minutes for things to calm down sufficiently for us to untangle and part.

She quickly tip toed off to the bathroom, picking up her clothes on the way as I lay gasping still on the bed. Her face was still aflame with our activities. I got out of bed slowly and picking up my clothes, padded off upstairs to take a shower. I took my time doing all this since I was still coming to terms with what had happened and I wanted her to have the time to pick up her things and leave if she wished, without meeting me. I had a feeling a meeting right now might be awkward for us both.

I came down in fresh clothes after a while and she had not waited. I was still hazy about it all and sat down, a bit shaky, at my work station. Though as you can imagine hardly any work got done as my mind was darting all over the place. The possible reasons were obvious. Her marriage was not as fulfilling as it might have been if Dwayne had been more into it than just his work.

No excuse for what had happened but at least a reason.

What would I do or say if Brenda were to find out. With that thought I went back up to the guest bedroom and looked around to see if I had tidied up well enough. Apparently I had. I was nervous.

Too soon, Brenda was home and calling out for me. I walked up from the basement where I was still struggling with trying to work. Brenda gave a me a hug and a kiss but my mind was not in it. She talked about her day and about things that had happened at work and I responded with the ususal comment or two. When Brenda talked of her day, she was basically downloading information and not really looking for me to answer, at least, not the first half an hour or so. So I just about picked up the highlights of what she was saying and tried to stay tuned in but Marion stayed in my mind and the fabulous sex we had had. Now, make no mistake sex between me and Brenda had always been explosive and still was but it had been years, definitely longer than our marriage, since I had had another woman and it amazed me to know that sex with Marion was as good as it was with Brenda. Different but lovely.

The evening went on that way. Brenda chatting and me mumbling some inane response. After she had slipped the children into bed, we sat down and flipped through the news papers. A routine evening for us.

I was feeling sufficiently guilty to be nervous whenever Brenda came near. I imagined that her senses will tell her something, she was always perceptive.

Time to get into bed for the night and I was quite nervy. As we slipped into bed and she flipped the light switch I started feeling calmer. The evening had passed without her finding out about the afternoon. She snuggled up against my shoulder and kissed my arm, her fingers tracing over my chest.

Slowly, in the darkness, she leaned up to my ear and kissing it lightly, whispered.

"Thank you for the afternoon, Jamie".

She then quickly turned snuggled against my chest and shut her eyes as I lay frozen on the sheets!



Friends



I came home from work one day and noticed that the answering service on my phone was blinking. Wondering who it could be I pressed the play button.

"You have one new message."

I played back a male voice that sounded vaguely familiar though I had not heard it for a few years. "Hello Matthew," he said, "it's Chris Sampson. I have not seen you in a while. Please call me back."

Chris stood five foot eleven with a muscular build. We had played hockey together for a few years when we were in our late teens to early twenties. 

My marriage had failed even though my x wife and I had not argued often. The arguments we did have never became overly emotional. Some 8 months into the marriage I had come out to her as a homosexual after already having an affair. She took the news about as calmly as a woman could take such news. At the time I was in my 24th year.

My old friend had always seemed not only straight but quite the the womanizer. Generally he seemed to favor curvaceous blonds with buxom boobs but he was not fussy. I could still recall clearly a tall slender auburn haired girl who dated him.

In any case his romances reminded me of a teen. At the age when men thought about settling down, his mindset was young.

I dialed the number given. There was one ring then a second. He picked up.

"Hello Chris," I answered.

"Matthew I'm glad you called back," he said.

"Yeah," I said. "What's going on?" I asked him.

He asked if I wanted to meet him for a beer and named the pub inside the local hotel. I agreed to go there later that same evening. It would be good to see him I thought. 

An hour later I had come in through the hotel lobby, headed down the main corridor to the pub and walked inside. Chris Sampson should be easy to locate in the sparse crowd I told myself. Seconds later I found him seated at a small round table for two just left of the bar.

He's still gorgeous I thought. Ash brown buzz cut hair, pretty green eyes, a kissable full lip. The tight fitting top seemed to accentuate the muscle in his upper body. Tight jeans did the same for his legs.

Sitting across from him I had a beer which I drank slowly while we chatted. We talked about old times and current times.

"I'm gay." His attitude about this seemed so casual, but the news left me stunned.

He continued. "I was in denial."

Denial is easier than fessing up I thought. I had been there myself but came to terms with my sexuality. Just a few weeks shy of thirty, I had been enjoying men since just before my divorce.

Later that evening we came back to his apartment where we could make love in the privacy of a darkened bedroom. He placed his hands firmly but tenderly on my sides applying gentle pressure. Two sets of lips touched and pressed. My tongue pushed against his lips and into his open mouth and felt his wetness. The passionate kiss lasted several seconds then his lips touched my neck. One kiss followed another and another on my neck. Then his lips returned to kiss my mouth. Again our tongues probed into each other's wet mouth.

Chris put his fingers around the base of my shirt and began slowly rolling it up. When the shirt reached my chest his fingers pressed and brushed against the nipples. He caressed my pectorals with his finger tips. I could feel my sex starting to stir. I pulled the shirt slowly over my head. At the same time the faint buzz of my zipper and light touch of his fingers excited a flaccid cock into a raging hardon. My lover drew my briefs slowly down my legs letting his finger tips glide gently against my thighs. I stepped out of my briefs.

His hand closed tight around my huge erect cock pulling the foreskin. I felt his other palm slide gently down my back to squeeze and press my buttocks. My asshole tingled as two fingers pushed deep inside. Soft guttural moans expressed my ecstasy. My tongue still probed and explored inside his salivating mouth. 

Soft kisses on the smooth pink head of my throbbing cock brought me to ecstasy. Then his tongue flicked out, slid down one side and back up on the opposite side of my sex. After a few seconds of this his lips closed tight around it and moved slowly downward untill my cock touched his throat. He drew his lips back just as slowly as though to savor it. My nuts pushed by his fingers moved inside their sack. 

Pressing my palms hard into his buttocks, I held him against me and took the huge hardon into my mouth. Sucking hard I swallowed the white juice.

He eased me onto my back into his soft mattress. I pulled my legs back over my head. His huge sex plunged inside me stimulating every nerve and making my asshole tingle. His sex slid over the wet, viscous lubricant until it's smooth head touched my prostate gland. His pelvis slammed repeatedly against my buttocks.

Satisfied, we lay side by side cuddling.

"Matthew I just had to see you because I had the biggest crush on you. When I found out that you left Melanie I was ecstatic." 



Friends



Kim and I had always been really good friends. We had gotten each other through some tough times at school and with each of our respective professional and personal lives. We became friends at college, and though our lives were often separate, we ended up living in the same city after school, and maintained our own lives. We had never truly considered any romantic involvement until one fateful night a few months ago.

We were both attending a party at a mutual friends, and since we were both unsuccessful in our respective dating, we just went together. The party was great, and all present had a fun time eating, drinking and socializing. The crowd started to thin around midnight, and not long thereafter, Kim and I found we were the only ones left helping our hosts clean up. As the hour was getting really late, and since we all had a little too much to drink, we decided to accept our hosts' gracious offer to spend the night in their guest room. There was a king sized bed, and our hosts knew Kim and I were not romantically involved and thought nothing of our sharing a bed for the night. And neither did we because we had done so in the past with no problems.

Kim went off to do her nighttime thing, and I fixed the bed and borrowed some pajamas from our host. Kim emerged from the bathroom in a long, mans dress shirt and crawled into the bed telling me goodnight and that the bathroom was all mine. I took my time preparing for bed, showering and not even thinking this night would bring an end to my involuntary celibacy. I crawled in the bed opposite Kim and told her goodnight too. Kim and I just sort of started talking about the party, our hosts, couples at the party and gradually to sex.

She asked me if I found anyone there attractive. She asked what I found attractive in women. I asked her the same, and we began revealing some of our secrets to each other. We were still somewhat uninhibited from the alcohol, and our conversation grew more and more intimate. Kim asked me when the last time I was with a woman. She asked me what it was like. She asked me what kinds of things I liked from a lover and what kinds of things I liked to do in bed. 

She in turn told me the types of things she likes in her sex life and I found myself revealing many more secrets than I would have under sober circumstances. And I also found myself getting rather excited from the openness and sexuality of the conversation. I told Kim how much I liked oral sex with women and how I loved being slow and torturous in teasing my lover to pleasure. I told her how much I liked watching the things my lover does to me to increase the excitement by mental stimulation in addition to physical. 

Kim revealed to me how she likes to occasionally dominate her encounters, and sometimes play submissive depending on the mood of the situation. She told me how much she loves giving oral sex to her partner because she knows how much men love it and she enjoys the power of the control it gives her with a cock in her mouth. She said how much she loved knowing her man was about to come in her mouth, and she would just stop and make him crazy with urgency. 

I asked her how it felt to have someone inside her and what she likes to be done to her. Kim told me she likes to ride her lover's cock inside her so she can control the action. She said if her lover can keep hard inside her, she can sometimes come several times. She loves to have her breasts played with and to feed her hardened nipples into her lovers mouth while she gyrates on his hips.

I was absolutely beside myself with desire in listening to these wonderful secrets. Kim I guess sensed my feelings and asked if I was getting excited, and if I had and erection. I told her yes, and she admitted she was quite turned on too. She asked me if I ever masturbated. She asked me what I did with my come, if I used a towel, or tissue, or just did it in the shower. She wanted details. And I found myself telling her everything she wanted to know. She asked me if I fantasized about my experiences while I masturbated, or if I created fantasies. 

She told me she likes to masturbate sometimes several times a week when she is not with a regular boyfriend. She told me she could make herself come quickly sometimes, and other times, she liked to treat herself to a nice slow session with a vibrator. She calls it BOB-battery operated boyfriend. She explained to me in detail how she can imagine her lovers cock inside her as she brings herself slowly to orgasm. 

When she closed her eyes explaining to me the details of her self-pleasure experiences, I could picture every word in my mind. She then told me that she was quite excited, and that if I was too, I could go take care of myself in the bathroom, and she would do the same in the bedroom. 

After a short pause, she then offered another alternative. She said she would like to watch me masturbate if I wouldn't mind. She said one of her fantasies was to watch a man masturbate for her. I was a little apprehensive at first, but I soon found myself enjoying the idea, and promptly agreed. She was quite happy, and jumped up to get a towel from the bathroom. 

She returned and lay down on her side next to me, propped up on one elbow. I slowly slid off my pants, and she helped me take them off my feet. The tip of my cock was sticking out over the waistband of my underwear, and I looked at her to see her eyes glued to my groin as I slipped those off too.

I grabbed the base of my cock, and just held it there. I could see Kim's eyes glazed with passion and intent, as were mine. I told her I was pretty excited already and that with this new twist of her watching, that this wouldn't take long. I started stroking myself up and down real slowly and enjoyed the sensation. I thought she would just lay there and watch, but soon she started talking about how nice my cock looked, and how much she loved the sight of the veins sticking out and the little drops of come that leaked out as I was jerking off. Hearing her sultry voice was incredibly exciting to me. 

Her words were turning me on as much as my own ministrations. Then to my surprise, I felt her warm hand on my thigh, stroking the inside of my middle thigh lightly and absently, but the feeling of her skin against mine was wonderful, and I had to slow down a little bit because I didn't want to come too soon. She coyly asked me if I minded her hand on my leg; I said it felt quite nice.

She started moving her had upwards towards my crotch as I continued slowly stroking my hard cock. Kim was continuing her slow ascent, and I was as transfixed to her hand as she was to my cock. Soon, her fingers reached out and started stroking the underside of my balls, and I told her that was great. She smiled her approval and asked me if I was going to come soon. 

I told her I could, but I wanted it to last a little longer. She said she admired my self-control. Her sentence was punctuated by her changing from gentle stroking of my balls, to a nice, firm massage. She cupped my balls in her hand and rubbed them expertly, exactly the right pressure. She said how much she liked to feel the weight of my balls in her hands and she continued her motions. Now my hand was touching hers with each stroke, and I let myself linger to touch her more. I slowly stroked the underside of my cock, and told her that this was the place that felt the best.

I told her I could go crazy with ecstasy with only the slightest stroking right there at the groove. She said she tried it on some of her lovers, and some could take the teasing while others were too urgent. I returned to stroke myself for her, and told her how turned on I was by this whole scenario.

I loved her touch, her voice, her looking at my actions. Kim raised the level of pleasure again she placed her hand around mine and said she wanted to feel my hand as I masturbated. I continued as slowly as I could as her hand was wrapped around mine. I closed my eyes, and imagined her hand wrapped around my cock.

Kim must have sensed my thoughts, and she asked me to change places with our hands. She promptly pushed my hand away and started stroking me with the same rhythm without missing a stroke. I wrapped my hand around hers, and was overcome with the feeling of her small hand wrapped around my stiff rod, ready to explode. 

She stopped moving for a moment, and I felt my cock uncontrollably twitch in her grasp. She smiled, and resumed jacking me off. She said how hard I was, and that she could tell I was going to come soon. I could only whisper a yes, and she picked up her tempo and grasped me just a little firmer.

I watched her hand under mine going up and down, up and down. She said how much she loved to watch a man come, and shoot his sperm. 

Then for the first time since this episode started, she looked up at me, and said, "I want to feel you come."

Those words uttered so sincerely and so passionately were enough to send me over the edge. After a couple more strokes, I said I was going to do just that. The feeling started at the base of my spine and curled my toes. I shot my load and the first jet landed up around my shoulder, and she kept stroking me. The next drops landed on my chest, and Kim groaned with me as my orgasm subsided.

She kept my cock firmly in her hand and continued to stroke the last of my climax out of me. She held me there for a few moments, then smiled at me and helped me clean myself up with the towel. I told her how great that felt, and 

now it was my turn to watch. She said she was so turned on, her panties were just soaking. I found that to be quite true as she slipped them off without further ado. She handed them to me as if to confirm her statement. I brought them to my face and inhaled her scent and told her she smelled wonderful, and indeed they were quite damp. 

She assumed the position I had moments earlier and allowed me a complete view of her very moist pussy, awaiting her hands attention. I told her how incredibly sexy she looked as she started to tub the outer lips with one hand, and she reached up with the other hand and undid a few more buttons of her shirt to afford me a look at her breasts as well. I still couldn't see inside her shirt, but her hand had found her nipple and I could see she was stroking it under her shirt. She looked at me and smiled.

I could sense her arousal by the flush of her face and the slight glaze in her eyes. She enjoyed showing off as much as watching. The hand between her legs had sunk one finger deep inside her moist slit and emerged shiny with her juices and she began to slowly rub her clitoris. Her eyes closed slowly as she was becoming emerged in her own pleasure.

I rearranged my position and casually rested one hand on her knee and softly began to stroke her knee and thigh as she continued to masturbate in front of me. She let out a soft moan of approval and brought both hands to her pussy. She spread her lips with one hand and lightly stroked her clit with the other. I slid my had up further on her smooth thigh until I was stroking the hairs around her gorgeous sex. 

I stayed there for a few minutes until her breathing became more shallow. I told her again how sexy she was doing this for me. She said how great it felt for her too, and pulled my hand towards her steaming pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her as she continued to stroke her clit. She gasped slightly and worked faster. I twirled my fingers in and out, around and around the inner recesses of her pussy. I told her how great her pussy felt and asked her if she was going to come soon. 

I was hoping to help throw her over the edge with the verbal banter she used for me. She just called my name a couple times softly and then I felt her orgasm approach. Her back arched and her eyes clamped shut tightly as she fell into her climax. I could feel her inner muscles clutch my fingers and rubbed her slowly through her orgasm. She came back down slowly and we just lay there for a few moments with my fingers inside her. 

She told me that was one of the most powerful sexual experiences of her life and punctuated it with giving my fingers a squeeze with her pussy. I slowly withdrew my hand from her and helped her clean up a little.

We told each other a slightly sheepish thanks and rolled off to sleep with smiles on our faces and our friendship strengthened and a little changed.



Friends?



The email was cryptic, even for me, but you followed its directions and travel into the City. You're nervous this time, even more than normal. Our last time together had been great, but you keep hearing those words I spoke over and over in your head, "don't you trust me yet..." The fact is you do trust me, and it's for that reason that you allow yourself to try new things, join in adventures you never thought possible or probable, experience the excitement I bring to you, doing things you would never do at home...

The outfit you are wearing for example, you'd never dress like this at home. You left home in jeans and a T-shirt, but before you get to our meeting place you change and dress up in clothes you have bought for the occasion, all the things you know I like to see you in: A short black tight skirt, a cream color cashmere sweater, a pair of white silk stockings held up by a silk garter belt, and a matching set of white cotton thong panties and a sports bra; you put the panties on over top of the garter because you know I like you to leave the stockings on. Your white 4" high heels have an ankle strap that buckle at the side. You feel so naughty dressed like this, but you feel so horny knowing how hot you look you can't help but slip one hand between your bare thighs and stroke yourself through the damp cotton when no one is looking.

You finally get to the hotel I told you to meet me at. You park the car and head inside, feeling every man's eyes upon you, sense the lust you are building with your presence. You find the lounge and walk in, spotting me in a corner booth having a drink. You strut over to the table and give me a big smile. I stand up and pull you close to me, one hand cupping the back of your neck the other grabbing your ass; you feel the skirt ride up at the back and you just know the top of your stockings are probably showing to anyone who would look. Our lips melt together passionately, oblivious to anyone who might be watching; it's so brazen it drives you wild. We sit down and I order you a drink. We banter for a while, and you grin as you watch my eyes roam over your body, the heat sparkling in my eyes. 

As we sip our drinks our talk naturally turns to sex, as it always does with us, and I start questioning you about your fantasies. You nervously give into my probing questions and admit you have always fantasized about being with more than one man at the same time. I smile and tell you that's normal, and ask what else. Fortified by my acceptance you reveal that you've always wanted to make love in front of an audience. I grin and jokingly chastise you for being a "naughty girl."

I casually look around the room and draw your attention to a good-looking guy sitting at the bar. He's in his late 20's, short brown hair, good build, dressed casually in a sweater and slacks. "What about him" I ask, "Would he be good as a second lover?" My questions shocks you and you blush, but after some prodding you nod your head and whisper yes. I motion to you and we slide together in the booth, facing outwards (towards the bar incidentally), and for the next few minutes I tell you an erotic little tale about the three of us making love; you feel yourself flush, the heat from your center spreading over your whole body. The tension is unbearable, and you squirm for satisfaction; I bring my hand between your thighs and stroke you through the material. You gasp, and I see the raw passion in your eyes.

When we look back a woman has joined the man. She is also in her 20's, has long brown wavy hair settling around her shoulders. You notice her outfit and how it shows of her athletic body; she is wearing a long tight black sleeveless sheath dress, with a high split up the side exposing her black stockings, a deep scoop neck showing her full breasts, and a pair of black high heels almost identical to yours, but with two straps and buckles. You have to admit to yourself that she's very attractive, a good match for him. They are obviously a couple the ways they act, and I hear you sigh as the fantasy fades. I reach over and draw your face to mine. "Perhaps she would like to watch her boyfriend have you, be the audience you desire…" Although the thought of her seeing you naked is scary, the idea of having her watch you with him (along with my finger's attentions) cause you to be even wetter than before. You moan "yes," lean over and bury your face in my neck, feeling the protection it provides. I hold you tight, and after a few minutes you semi-compose yourself and pull away; the couple is gone, and you can't help but let your thoughts wander to what could have been… 

I stand and throw some money on the table to cover the tab and draw you up to your feet. "I need you," I say simply while looking into your eyes. We walk through the lobby and get into the elevator. I press a floor button and step back to look at you again. "What are you wearing underneath?" I ask. You tell me, but I shake my head, smile and say, "No, show me." You blush, but raise your sweater so that the bottom rests on the top of your breasts, then you pull up the skirt around your waist; the evidence of your excitement showing through the front of your panties. I whistle appreciatively, and in an instant I crush your body between the wall and mine, our tongues intertwining, my hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the wall on either side of your head. You can feel the hardness between my legs snuggling against your wet panties, and you feel your legs open by instinct. The elevator stops and the doors open, you get nervous as I continue to kiss you, all the while you standing there semi-exposed. 


"Excuse me, but is this a private affair?" You hear a man's voice from behind me say. I look over my shoulder, "No, come on in." You can't see anything and struggle to cover up, but between my body against you and my grasp you make no headway. "Can you move so we can get a better look?" This time a woman's voice. I move to one side and you are shocked to see the couple from the lounge standing in the elevator with us. "Don't stop," the woman croons, "we just wanted a decent view." I go back to kissing you as the doors close and we continue up on our journey. You feel so exposed under their gaze, but you notice the man's growing excitement; so does the woman. She turns to him, "You think she's hot sweetie?" The man manages to croak out "yes," and the woman smiles. "I don't mean to interrupt Sir," she leans over to me, "but do you think my boyfriend could have sex with your friend? It's his birthday and I think it would make a nice present; don't you?"

I lean back against the wall and pull you in front of me so you are leaning, still exposed, against my chest, your arms resting along your sides. My hands roam over your bare flesh, reveling in the couple's attention to you; you feel my hot breath on your neck as I answer. "He'd have to share her at the same time with me, because she has me so horny right now I need it bad and can't wait." I turn your head to face me, "What do you think? Do you want to fuck him?" Your eyes are wide with shock, but the wetness oozing through your cotton thong leaves you no other answer but "yes." I smile wickedly, "Then tell us how much you want it, and need it." You begin slowly at first, mearly whispering naughty thoughts, but soon warm to the situation and find yourself talking nasty, telling us how badly you need to feel us inside you, begging for a chance to feel our cocks all over your body.

Just then the elevator stops and the doors open, but luckily for you no one is there. You smooth out your clothes, as I walk into the hall, my hand trailing back towards you. You take my hand, and after a moment's hesitation reach back and take the man's hand and draw him along too. The woman brings up the rear. Walking down the hall, hand in hand with two men you feel so alive sexually, and you feel your body not move but roll, like a jungle animal on the prowl.

We finally reach a room and without fan-fair slip inside. Your still on the prowl, and lead us over to the big bed as the woman sits herself in a comfy chair against the wall beside the bed. We stand at the foot of the bed facing each other; beginning to kiss each other, our hands exploring each other like it's the first time all over again. My hands pull your sweater off and stroke your flesh, while one of your hands caresses my neck while the other quickly exposes the object of your desire, and you take my hardness in your hand. At the same time you feel a second set of hands, his hands, as they kneed your ass cheeks, finally pulling up your skirt and exposing nakedness, the thong concealing nothing. My hands cup your breasts, then pull up your bra to allow them to be free. Your hand pulls my neck towards them and I lean over and suck them into my mouth, nipping the nipples and causing you to gasp. You hold my head there, reveling in the sensation, as he slides up behind you, his concealed manhood resting in your crack as he reaches around and cups your sex. The intensity strikes you hard, and you don't resist as I push you gently to you knees.

You know what to do when your there, and without any prompting you take my erectness in your mouth, tasting the precum on it's tip, and proceed to worship it orally. I hold your head lightly, and you hear my breathing become deeper. You also notice he has moved right beside you and is rubbing his cock through his pants. You hear her direct him to expose himself to you and beg for you to service him. With shaky hands he unbuttons and pulls down pants and underwear, exposing a nice size cock right at your eye level. You look up at him, my cock still in your mouth, and drink it all in as he begs you to suck his cock. You see a drop of precum ooze out of his tip, so you allow me to slip out of your mouth and into your stroking hand. Drawing your finger across his shaft you collect the precum and bring it to your lips, using your tongue to sample it; you purr in approval of his taste and suck him deep inside of your mouth - he cries out in ecstasy. You spend several minutes sucking us, alternating our cocks in your mouth and hands.

I can't take anymore, the heat for you burning inside, and I grab you up and savagely pull your skirt and bra off and yank your panties down causing you to gasp in response. You stand there in just your garter, stockings and heels; your heart pounding and the air cool against your hot wet sex. I toss you roughly on to the bed and both of us follow. Our bodies pin you to the mattress as we ravage you lustfully with hands and mouths; you revel in both the sensations and hearing the woman direct her man's attentions to you. You beg to be filled so I pull you onto all fours and mount you from behind; I thrust savagely not giving you time to adjust, your breath is caught and you cry out. The burn is soon replaced by an ache deep inside you that my shaft can relieve. My thrusts are agonizingly long and slow, a steady pace that drives you crazy.

He moves in front of you and pushes his cock again into your mouth, and the two of us get into a motion with your body… first I pull you back onto me and then slide you forward allowing you to take him deeply into your throat. In your lust-filled haze you notice the woman stand, pull off her dress and sit down on the edge of the bed. She pulls down her panties and lies down on the bed beside you and begins masturbating. She begins a non-stop monologue, describing to you all she sees, directing her man, and telling you how hot and wet she is. All you can do is let out throaty growls as the pleasure and sensations wash over you, as your mouth is full of cock. You climax and almost choke at the intensity of the waves sweeping over you.

Abruptly I stop, slipping out of your quivering womanhood, and the man and I switch positions. His style is different, more of a jackhammer, hard and fast. Your pussy feels swollen as his balls slap against it. He is not as big as me but makes up for it in intensity. I direct your mouth and use it for my pleasure. You begin to feel weak and know that it is too intense to continue long. You roll onto your back, the maneuver causing only a slight pause in the rhythm. You feel your climax hit and stop sucking me, crying out profanity and screams of passion. I finish, spreading my seed over your open mouth, neck and chest. He withdraws and cums right afterwards, spending all over your belly. The woman follows suit her body spasming from her own touch.

After a few minutes of panting from the exhaustion, big smiles on all our faces she leans over and says, "I believe you have something of mine," and proceeds to lick and suck her man's cum off your belly; it tickles and arouses you at the same time. When she is finished she moves up to your face and gives you a passionate kiss. You are shocked but yield to her soft intensity, the taste of his cum still in her mouth and on her lips. She stops suddenly and his lips replace hers, dry from panting but firm and warm. He too soon breaks the embrace, and as we cuddle together they get dressed and head for the door.

"Thanks, that was wonderful," she coos as they leave. I call back "No problem Julie, we'll have to do it again sometime." You are shocked to realize I knew her and that the whole thing was planned for your benefit; I hold you close and whisper in your ear, "Anything for you my dear… but still never trust me."



Friends



She kneels patiently, naked; her wrists cuffed behind her back. With her head bowed as instructed, she feels the drool collect in her mouth and does her best to swallow it back but to no avail. He stands in front of her just watching her fight her submission, knowing how hard she finds the anticipation, but smiling internally at how wet he knows it makes her. A tendril of saliva leaks from the corner of her mouth and pools on the floor in front of her and she flushes bright red, hating that she is reduced to this for him. Hating the smug expression she knows is on his face as he wordless watches his girl - his pet - struggle through this embarrassment for no other reason than because he felt like it. Finally he speaks, his words startling her after the prolonged silence that has gone before.

"Look at the mess you're making on my floor, pet."

A whimper escapes her throat, already thick with lust and arousal. He reaches forward and grabs a fistfull of hair yanking her head up painfully before shoving it back down roughly so her eyeline is fixed on the puddle she has made on the floor.

"Just LOOK at it, slut. What sort of a girl makes a mess like that?"

She moans into her gag by way of response, although she knows that it was a rhetorical question. Not that he would have been able to understand her incoherent whimperings anyway.

"A slut, that's who. A filthy little whore. MY filthy little whore. Isn't that right, Pet?"

She nods, tears of humiliation pricking her eyes as the fist in her hair twists cruelly around the roots to emphasise the final word in his sentence.

"Good girl. Now, can you tell me what filthy little whores like to do best?"

He releases her hair and she falls back to her heels, again whimpering at both the pain searing through her scalp, and the humiliation that being degraded like this causes her. She tries to speak but the gag muffles any coherent sounds. He leans in to her and roughly places a hand on her exposed throat as he whispers "I didn't quite catch that, Pet..."

She gives up any pretence of trying to form sentences and just groans at him, her eyes now staring fixedly into his as she tries to communicate through the medium of telepathy, wordlessly begging him to touch her, use her, pleasure himself using her body, fill her, fuck her... something - ANYTHING - but this prolonged anticipation.

"You want to fuck? Is that it? Are you trying to tell me that you need to be filled? Is that what dirty little sluts like?" he asks, again rhetorically. She moans and nods. "Well Pet, today I have a surprise for you. You WILL fuck, and you WILL come, and you will love every filthy fucking minute of it. Is that clear?"

As if he needed to tell her to enjoy it! She nods in earnest as he moves a hand to her exposed breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers. Another whimper - God she loves how he touches her.

"Stand up."

He helps her to her feet, and walks her over to dining room where he lifts her up onto his large mahogany table. He pushes her knees wide and stares openly at her cunt, now saturated with a desperate need. He moves his hand down and touches her gently, before thrusting two fingers roughly inside her, eliciting a grunt as her hips rotate up to meet his hand. He fucks her for just a few short seconds before removing his fingers, now drenched in her juices, causing her to whimper with frustration.

"Soon Pet. Soon."

He lifts his fingers to her face and smears her wetness across her cheek before wiping them under her nose so that she can't help but to smell herself.

"Slut."

She grunts in reply, still frustrated and desperately aroused, as he walks around her and pushes her down against the table. He lifts her arms above her head and secures them there before moving back between her legs. He takes her left ankle and secures it to one of the legs of the table, then repeats this with the other. She struggles to test the restraints, and finding that she can genuinely not close her legs or free her wrists excited her all the more. He smiles down at her and begins to rub her cunt with the palm of his hand, dipping his fingers inside of her making her grunt and writhe as best she can as she tries fucking his fingers.

"Now, this surprise.... "

And suddenly everything stops. He walks toward her head and bends down to whisper into her ear. Tells her that she is a slut - HIS slut - and as such he is so proud of her that he can't defend keeping her all to himself... 

His words shock her to the core and she finds herself thrashing about in her bonds and shouting out behind the gag as he continues explaining what is about to happen to her in terrifying detail.

"But before this happens Pet; before I allow you to be shown off as mine and whore yourself out to anyone I tell you to, you will submit to me completely by begging me to do this. To allow you to embrace the whore you are inside. If you do not beg me for this, I will do it anyway but I will let them use all your holes, and believe me they WILL use all of them. If you beg, I may be kinder to you."

She thrashes wildly around in her bonds, shaking her head violently as tears stream openly down her face and pool behind her neck. She does not want this. They had talked about it before but only in terms of fantasy; never anything solid. And now, bound naked to his table, legs spread open displaying her aching, soaked cunt for anyone and everyone to see, she realises too late that he has upped the ante. He whispers directly into her ear but she barely hears the soothing words, instead trying to make sense in her scrambled mind of what it was he had just told her. She is still writhing and sobbing, but is suddenly once again aware of her cunt and how much it aches for him. Surely it's more important to please him, than to cling desperately onto the idea that she isn't like this, that she doesn't secretly want this. Crave it. Need it.

She stops thrashing, unsure whether it's through sheer exhaustion or the beginning of her acceptance of his will, his desire. He reaches around her head and unbuckles her gag, removing it from her mouth. She lies still, eyes locked on his, hoping - praying - that he can read the terror and dismay that has totally overwhelmed her. Any moment now, she thinks, he will laugh and tell her that it was a joke, a test of her will. She looks deep into his eyes and waits, her breathing approaching something near normal once more, her struggling completely abating. Any minute now...

"That's better, Pet." he says calmly, not taking his eyes off hers, and, knowing how hard she finds being unable to communicate with him verbally, allows her permission to speak.

"Sir, please Sir, please... I... "

She can make no sense. She doesn't know what she's pleading for, only that she needs to plead with him. He smiles at her. Strokes her face, wipes her tears away. As if on cue, there is a knock on the door. Her eyes widen with fear as she sees that glint in his eye.

"I'd better go get that. Don't worry; I will be right back. And you, Pet; you will behave like I have taught you to, like I expect from you. You will speak when spoken to, be polite and courteous, and you will obey me at all times. As you well know, I will not see any harm come to you. Do you understand what I am saying, Pet?"

After a short pause, she lowers her eyes, and gives him her soul.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

He leaves the room. She hears voices in the hallway but can't make out how many, or what they are saying. She trembles, not through cold but through fear, submission, and (embarrassingly, she realises) arousal. Shortly he returns.

"They are making themselves at home in the lounge. I told them I had something to see to first. And I do, don't I, Pet? I need to be able to tell them which holes they can fuck..."

She whimpers as she feels his touch on thighs, now soaking with her juices.

"Oh Pet, you protest so much and yet you are utterly drenched. Your cunt wants it, even if you think that you don't."

His hand moves up to her cunt, and smears her wetness around it before he plunges two fingers inside of her, forcing her to grunt and move her hips up towards him. Her cunt sucks his fingers in - two, then three - as he fucks it roughly, bringing her ever closer to the brink of orgasm.

"You dirty little slut. Look at you; mouth open, grunting and grinding your cunt onto my hand, trying to get yourself off on the idea of men using you, fucking your holes, leaving you with cum dribbling from every orifice. Tell me you want it. Ask me nicely to let men fuck you. Beg me, cunt. Tell me what a whore you are. Tell me how much you need this."

She bites into her bottom lip as her cunt fucks his hand, mewling slightly when his thumb finds her swollen clit and rubs it hard as his fingers continue their assault on her aching, pleading cunt. She can't speak the words he wants her to, but... he might stop... oh god he might stop...

From nowhere she finds her voice and begins begging, pleading with him;

"Please Sir, please, use me, fuck me, let other men fuck me and cum all over me, inside me; everywhere... let me taste them, please, let them fuck my mouth, I want to choke on their cocks, I want to feel so full, please let them fuck my dirty little cunt; please... oh god please...."

He groans his approval and continues fucking her cunt with his hand until she is begging to come... he nods his assent and lets her drench his hand with her come as she bucks and moans against him, riding her orgasm out and grunting like an animal in heat.

"That's it baby, let it go... come for me..."

She spasms around him and her legs begin to tremble as she groans his name, completely consumed with orgasm. He carries on fucking her while she comes back down, until it's almost painful for him to touch. He stops, looks down at her, and shakes his head.

"It's no good, I need to fuck you now, slut."

He undoes his belt and, without warning, slides his rock-hard cock deep inside her still-spasming, saturated cunt.

"Oh god, that's good... you're so wet... such a whore for me... you just love it, don't you? What are you?"

"I... I'm yours, your slut, your whore..." she stutters, still finding it difficult to admit these things, especially without the desperation of impending orgasm fuelling her on. He fucks her soaking cunt, balls slapping her arse with every thrust, and she feels the heat in her belly begin to rise again. He sees her eyes go - he can read her like a book - and makes sure she knows that his friends can hear her coming, hear her begging for cock...

"I had no idea using you like a cheap whore would make you so wet, cunt. I should have done it before. You realise they can hear how much you're enjoying the thought of being a cheap little fuck-toy, to be used for their pleasure? Oh fuck yes, they'll enjoy fucking this soaked cunt of yours, Pet. And you'll clean them afterwards, like the filthy fucking bitch you are - bet that will make you wet, sucking their hard cocks after they've fucked your dirty little cunt. I know you, remember. I own you, you are mine. My fucktoy, to use as I please. Dirty fucking bitch, you're going to make me cum.... beg for it, slut. Beg for my cum, just like we both know you'll soon be begging for theirs..."

And beg she does. Pleads with him to fill her full, then let his friends fuck her cunt and mouth until they, too, have covered her in ribbons of their cum... tits, face, hair, cunt, belly - she begs for it everywhere as she comes on his cock once again, shouting out this time, not caring who hears. He pulls out of her just as he cums, and shoots streams of semen up towards her face and open mouth, covering her in jets of it. She catches one jet in her mouth and moans her appreciation, wanting more, craving more, needing more... always needing more...

After a few moments, he regains his composure and moves to where her willing mouth is waiting to clean him, lips open wide and tongue out just as he has taught her to. She sucks him softly, gently cleaning all taste of herself off him, as he reaches down between her thighs and rubs his hand up the entire length of her open, drenched, well-fucked cunt. He then lifts the hand up to her face and replaces his cock with it, making her clean their juices from it as he tucks him self away again. She feels a jolt of electricity shoot through her as she finishes cleaning his hand, remembering his friends in the other room and wondering what they had heard. Orgasm now fading, she finds herself terrified once more as he looks down at her, grins sadistically, and loudly shouts out "OK lads... she's all yours..."



Friends?



Jane and Sarah had met in Sarah's first year of university and hit it off right away. 4 years later they were still good friends and Jane was due to be Sarah's maid of honour.

Both woman were very attractive. Sarah was 5'8" with large breasts, short brown hair, and a cute smile. Jane was 5'10" with smaller breasts, stunning legs and medium length brown legs. Sarah had a more athletic build while Jane was more slender.

One cool spring night Sarah biked over to Jane's apartment to eat pizza and gossip. While they were waiting for the pizza to cook they decide to indulge in some nostalgia and built a blanket fort. 

They threw the futon mattress on the floor, place the TV on the floor at one and and chairs on the other three sides before throwing the blankets on top. Looking back it almost feels like foreshadowing that one of the items they used to pin the edges of the blankets done was a book title 'The Better Sex Guide', although neither woman thought much of it at the time.

Once the pizza was ready they each grabbed a plate and crawled into their fort. They lay on the mattress eating pizza, drinking beer, watching TV, and just hanging out. Once they were done their food the evening took a heavier turn. 

They began talking about their lives and the various things they were struggling with: money, unemployment, health problems etc. While taking about the problems Sarah and her fiancee were having getting her fiancee proper healthcare for some serious pain and health problems Sarah began to break down.

Seeing her friend so deeply trouble and crying Jane opened her arms and pulled Sarah close to comfort her. However, because of how they were positioned Sarah's face ended up directly in Jane's soft breasts. Both woman chose to ignore this as Sarah cried in Jane's arms, tears slowly dripping of her cheeks and between Jane's breasts.Neither woman is sure how long they stayed like that: entangled, held close together. 

Eventually Sarah calmed down and the tears stopped flowing. She touch a couple deep breaths to try and regain composure, pulling Jane closer to feel safer. Then Sarah looked up to see Jane staring at her intently. Then, without thinking Sarah moved forward and kissed Jane softly on the lips.

As if expecting it, hoping for it Jane returned the kiss. After a slight pause as both women looked at each other unsure of what to do next. They both knew that shouldn't have happened. Sarah was engaged, this was cheating. It was wrong. And yet, it felt so natural, like they were in tuned into each other's bodies.

After what seemed like and eternity Sarah brought her hand up to the back of Jane's head and pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. Jane moaned with pleasure and began feeling up Sarah. 

Her hands traveled under Sarah's shirt and over her plump breasts. Felling how hard her nipples were Jane deftly unclasped Sarah's bra and began playing with her breasts, tweaking the nipples gently. 

Sarah whimpered gently as she felt her blood rush from her head, her loins burning. She began softly tracing her fingers up and down Jane's back. Then Jane slide down and brought her lips to Sarah's breasts and began sucking on her tits. As waves of pleasure moved through her Sarah dug her nails into Jane and clawed up her back.

Turned on by the pain Jane ripped off Sarah's shirt, rolled her onto her back and began grinding against her leg. Sarah sat up slightly, pulled Jane's shirt off and was excited to see she wasn't wearing a bra. She began massaging Jane's breasts and sucking on her nipples.

As their excitement grew they both began frantically undoing and removing their pants. Jane was wearing a lacy black thong, which Sarah quickly pulled off. Sarah was wearing nothing at all under her jeans. Their fort was quickly beginning to smell like heat and sex, which drove them both wild.

Tired of being on the bottom Sarah flipped Jane onto her back, quickly slid down her beautiful, pale body and started eating her out. As her tongue flicked Jane's clit Jane screamed out in pleasure. Encouraged Sarah began slowly inserting her fingers into Jane's wet, hot pussy. First one, then two, and finally after some careful work Sarah had three fingers deep inside Jane.

While slowly sucking on her clit Sarah began stroking Jane's g-spot. Jane moaned and writhed her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Sarah reached up with her free hand and played with Jane's nipples. 

Well this was too much for Jane who began bucking and screaming as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. It was all Sarah could do to keep liking her clit and help Jane ride out her orgasm. As she came Sarah stroked her g-spot even harder causing Jane to squirt all over Sarah and into her mouth. Loving Sarah moaned as she swallowed as much as she could.

As Jane fell back onto the mattress Sarah slid up her body, spooning her side. She began touching herself, her own need becoming nigh unbearable. She was careful not to cum, wanting to give Jane the pleasure, but it was becoming difficult and she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to wait for Jane to recovery.

Thankfully Jane didn't need long to catch her breath. Watching Sarah touch herself she gave her friend a sly look as she slid her hand over her hips, through her pubes, and between the dripping wet lips of her burning pussy.

Sarah let out a deep, satisfied moan as Jane's fingers found her clit. She lazily rolled onto her back, opening her legs for Jane. Jane straddled her hips as she fingered Sarah's clit. The image of Jane's lean body riding her hips made Sarah whimper. She needed more. She was wet and horny and wanted to feel Jane deep inside her.

Teasing her Jane began slowly rubbing one finger over Sarah's vagina. When she couldn't take it anymore Sarah began begging: begging for Jane to fist her. Smiling coyly Jane happily obliged. By this point Sarah was dripping wet and fully ready to take Jane's fist.

Still Jane took her time, slowly inserting one finger at a time, plunging it in and out a few times before adding another finger. She did this over and over till eventually her whole hand was inside Sarah, her knuckles pushing hard against Sarah's g-spot. 

Unable to take it anymore Sarah reached town and began playing her own own clit. Moments later she felt her orgasm build. It started in her toes and fingers, slowly moving up her limbs, into her core, and finally down to her cunt. As she reached her apex Sarah yelled out as waves of pleasure moved through her whole body. Her pussy spasmed squeezing Jane's hand over and over again as her body became overwhelmed by sensation.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity Sarah returned to Earth. Jane carefully removed her hand and moved to hold Sarah close. Kissing the top of her head Jane smiled contently glowing in the aftermath of their incredible sex. The two women fell asleep like this, comforted by each others presence.

A couple hours later they woke up. Sarah showered and dressed before finally heading back home. As Jane gave her a final kiss goodnight Sarah was glad her fiancee went to bed early, and would never know about her slip into infidelity.



Friends



Sybil charmed Kiran with her quirky sense of humor and her sparkling blue eyes. She was utterly captivating, and Kiran knew she had her sights set beyond him. She'd just moved to the city, she told him, and she was tired of having a boyfriend hanging around. She wanted to live precariously just now; to enjoy her youth.

Kiran accepted her offer to be friends. 

After he met Sybil, there were other women in Kiran's life - prettier ones, even. A man has needs, and in her role as his friend, Sybil encouraged him to explore his desire. But no woman could set his heart on fire the way Sybil did when she walked into the room.

Kiran couldn't explain why his dreams revolved solely around her. She was exquisite, and yet, when she held perfectly still, she was just and ordinary girl, with freckles on her cheeks and sumptuous curves under her t-shirts and jeans. Yet Kiran could meditate on the heady scent of Sybil's curling dark hair and sparkling blue eyes for hours, and even days. Underneath the veneer of their friendship, Sybil knew that Kiran longed for her, and yet she kept him at arm's length, luxuriating in her freedom.

Kiran played along with her as best he could. He escorted her to bars and clubs and after-hours dance parties all over the city. They met for late breakfasts and even later dinners, and for coffee at any and every hour of the day. Between work and school and Sybil, there was little time for the company of others. There were moments when Kiran was convinced that Sybil might adore him just as much as he did her. One morning as they were walking home from a party, they stopped and sat on a bench to watch the sun rise, and he kissed her, softly, on the temple. Sybil pulled away gently, and in punishment, she ignored him for a week. When she finally called, Kiran was sure of his place in her universe.

"You need to stop this," his best friend said. "She's messing with your head."

"She's my friend," was all Kiran could say - and he kept up his end of their lie, and dreamed of her body entwined with his, at dawn.

After a while Kiran became immune to the string of men Sybil introduced him to - handsome strangers she'd met in class or at work or at the bar. She never kept them for more than a day or two, and neither she nor Kiran ever remembered their names.

And then Marco came along - a Northern Italian who was as charming as Sybil and far more handsome than the other men she'd strung along. Sybil was captivated by Marco, and Marco liked Sybil well enough as a friend. In fact, he quite enjoyed her vivacious flirting and witty repartee. But Marco was gay, and Sybil knew it. She just couldn't stop herself from lusting after him.

Kiran watched as Sybil followed Marco to all of the gay clubs in the city, watched her dance and flirt and wear her flashiest outfits. Suddenly Marco was with Sybil and Kiran everywhere they went; to dinner, to brunch, to coffee at all hours of the day. He watched the sun rise with them at dawn, and Kiran found that he too was charmed by Marco's wit and dry sense of humour. He was also undeniably handsome.

After a week of this, Kiran realized that Sybil had a plan to seduce Marco, and that it involved his own seduction as well. Kiran watched as Sybil initiated contact between he and Marco, dancing between them at clubs, clasping both of their hands as they walked home at dawn, and laying with them in the grass at the park on lazy Sunday afternoons. Kiran reveled in Sybil's touch, and he decided that he would help her to seduce Marco, if it meant that he could share a night with Sybil and feel her naked body against his.

The seduction unfolded naturally enough. Sybil's flirtation had created a giddy chemistry between the three of them, so that when Marco suggested that Kiran and Sybil come back to his apartment one morning after they'd danced all night, they readily agreed. Marco mixed them some gin and tonics, and from his small balcony, they watched the sun rise. Kiran rolled a joint for them to smoke, and they passed it between them as the sun's rays pierced the waking sky, before retreating into the dark haven of Marco's apartment. 

Sybil took Kiran's drink from him and placed it on the kitchen counter. She took his hand in hers and pulled him toward the bedroom. Marco went into the bathroom. 

For a brief and delicious moment, Kiran and Sybil were alone in Marco's bedroom. Sybil leaned her lovely head against his shoulder and in that moment, Kiran let the world around him dissolve. Then he felt her hands around his neck, reaching up for him, and leaning down, he kissed her soft pink lips, the lips he'd longed to kiss all summer. 

Kiran felt his erection stir and he pressed into Sybil, her soft curves yielding to his straight and muscular form. Releasing her hands from around his neck, Sybil ran her fingers down Kiran's spine and around the base of his shirt, before pulling it up over his head. Tossing the shirt carelessly onto the floor, Sybil appraised Kiran's slim, tanned torso, running her fingers over his abdomen and his chest. Kiran gasped under her soft touch, his pulse quickening with each stroke of her hand. 

Sybil pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously as she stepped back until her full form was in his line of sight. She lifted her black tank top up over her head and her sumptuous breasts spilled forth, her lacy black bra barely containing them. Kiran smiled appreciatively at her voluptuous form, and she sauntered toward him, turning around seductively, shimmying her hips. 

"Unzip my skirt?" she asked, peering at him over her shoulder. 

Kiran steppe forward and took her hips in his hands. He pulled her closer and clasped the zipper of her skirt in his fingers, pulling it slowly down until her black lace thong was exposed beneath it. He pushed his hands down under the skirt, feeling the soft flesh of her ass cheeks give way under his palms as he slid the skirt down around her knees. He knelt behind her, admiring the way her ass cheeks hugged the black lace between them. He kissed her softly there, where cheek met cheek, trailing the tip of his nose up from the base of her spine. She shivered a little, goosebumps raising on her skin, as he inhaled her scent, following the curve of her spine up between her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck, where he paused, inhaling deeply.

Sybil turned to him there, her eyes shining with promise, and kissed him again, passionately, softly, and Kiran wrapped his arms around the girl he loved, so that his slender torso pressed firmly against her soft, yielding breasts. Sybil moaned into his mouth and Kiran ran his hands down over her hips, grasping her ass cheeks and massaging her buttocks, pushing her hips into his so that she could feel his powerful arousal.

Sybil gasped as Kiran's erection pressed into her, pulling away to push his jeans down over his hips and onto the floor. His boxers came down with his pants, and his erect cock sprang back upward. Sybil caught it in her hand and pulled at it playfully, teasing him with her hands, while Kiran's breath quickened. The door to the bedroom creaked open.

Marco walked, naked, across the room, and stood behind Sybil, placing his hands gently on her shoulders while she continued to arouse Kiran with her hands on his hard cock. Marco watched her work Kiran's cock, kissing her neck and grasping at her breasts. Sybil leaned into Kiran, so that Marco's hands pressed against Kiran's chest as he massaged Sybil's breasts. 

Kiran exhaled and then, tentatively, placed his own hands back onto Sybil's buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart and rubbing the soft space between her thighs where her vaginal lips closed over one another like velveteen mittens. The tender slit was wet with her desire, and Kiran grew bolder, stroking the soft lips with his fingers, and probing the warm slick inner sanctum between them. 

Sybil arched her back, pressing herself into Kiran's hands, and trembled. Marco continued to work her breasts and kiss her neck while Sybil's hands moved up and down Kiran's cock. Kiran focused his attentions on Sybil's pleasure, inserting his fingers into her vulva and pumping them against her g-spot, rubbing her engorged clit with his thumbs. Sybil bucked against Kiran's hands, leaning back against Marco for support. Kiran whirled his fingers inside of her, his hand growing slick with her pleasure, and Sybil began her climax, writhing and moaning between them, until she cried out, releasing Kiran's cock as her orgasm spilled through her. 

Sybil lay back against Marco, her pink nipples stiff under his hands. Kiran bent down to taste her breasts, and Marco clasped Kiran's erection in his strong fists and took up where Sybil had left off, pumping Kiran's cock. 

Kiran's heart pounded at the shock of feeling another man's hands on him, but Sybil pulled his head against her breasts and Kiran moaned into Sybil's soft mounds of flesh as Marco pleasured him skillfully, as if he could read Kiran's mind.

Keeping his hands on Kiran's cock, Marco stepped away from Sybil and moved to Kiran's side, continuing to pump him with both fists. Sybil pulled them both gently towards the bed, where she collapsed seductively, her legs splayed, exposing the ruby lips of her luscious sex. 

She beckoned Kiran with her hands, pulling his face down gently between her thighs. Kiran knelt, and Marco knelt behind him. As Kiran bent his head down between Sybil's thighs, he felt the exquisite pleasure of Marco's hands massaging his buttocks, while his strong chest pressed up against Kiran's back. Kiran leaned forward, so that his buttocks sat firmly in Marco's hands, and he began to kiss Sybil's sex, stroking her ruby-red lips with his tongue. 

He licked her softly at first, savoring the taste of her arousal. As her moans grew more urgent, Kiran pressed his tongue firmly to the centre of her sex, licking upward until he reached the peak of her engorged clit, circling it lavishly, before descending into her sex once more. He ate her pussy like this, moving from the base of her perineum to the top of her clit, while she moaned and writhed beneath him. 

When he felt Marco's fingers probing the crack between his buttocks, reaching in to stroke his puckered asshole, Kiran felt a shiver of recognition run up his spine. He knew what Marco was about to do to him, and he was surprised to realize that he wanted Marco to take him, now, while he had Sybil's sex on his face.

Instinctively, Marco began to work Kiran's asshole with his fingers, probing gently at first, and then more assertively, inserting his finger into Kiran's asshole and cupping his balls while he fingered him. Kiran's muscles clenched with pleasure as Marco's finger found nerve endings that Kiran hadn't known to explore. He bucked against Marco's hands as his pleasure built from deep inside him, threatening to explode. Sybil cried out as Kiran took her sex into his mouth and sucked hard, pulling her labia into his mouth and pushing his tongue deep inside of her, inviting her to feel his intense pleasure. Marco positioned himself behind Kiran, introducing his own hard cock between Kiran's ass cheeks. 

Kiran gasped into Sybil's sex as Marco's cock pushed up against his asshole, trailing its moist arousal over Kiran's tight, eager pucker. Grasping Kiran's ass cheeks in both hands, Marco pushed his cock insistently at Kiran's hole. Kiran's muscles clenched with anticipation, but Marco persisted, gently but firmly, kneading Kiran's buttocks as his cock entered him. 

Kiran squirmed with surprised pleasure as Marco held himself steady, inviting Kiran to relax and enjoy the sensation. Kiran breathed heavily against Sybil's sex. Sybil ran her hands through Kiran's hair. Marco pushed in deeper, and Kiran cried out, his cheek against Sybil's thigh. Sybil continued to stroke Kiran's hair as Marco moved behind him, controlling each thrust so that his cock moved deeper and deeper inside of Kiran. Kiran began to pant as his arousal built from the depths of his belly. He pulled Sybil's sweet labia back into his mouth, licking and sucking her while Marco fucked him from behind. 

Sybil began to writhe and moan beneath Kiran's head. He pressed his tongue against her clit, circling it over and over again while he grasped her thighs. His own thighs shook with pleasure as Marco picked up his pace, thrusting his erection deep into Kiran's asshole. Sybil came again, her orgasm shaking the bed as her cries echoed in the room. Kiran released Sybil's clit from between his lips and gripped her thighs as Marco held his hips firmly, pumping his cock relentlessly into Kiran's asshole, until Kiran bucked wildly, his orgasm sending waves of contractions through his body. 

The sensation of Kiran's asshole clenching over Marco's cock brought Marco to orgasm, and the two men came together, falling onto Sybil in a writing heap of pleasure.

They laid, all three, entwined in the dark of Marco's bedroom, drifting in and out of sleep. After a while, Marco got up and went into the shower. He emerged fully dressed.

"You can stay," he said to them, leaving the key on the table. "Lock up when you're ready to go, and leave the keys under the mat."

They stayed, entwined under the sheets, until late in the afternoon, when Sybil rose to take a shower. A while later, Kiran got up too, and found her, crying under a stream of steaming water. He stepped into the shower and held her gently, kissing away tears.

"Did I ruin us?" she asked, looking up at him, her blue eyes rimmed with red.

"No," he assured her, stroking her damp hair. "We're still friends." 



Friends



ONE: PAULA

Sitting himself at the side of Paula at the dinner table, Alan admired her dress. 'Suits you,' he said. It was dark blue, with a side opening down the thigh, which revealed a long leg as it swished open, and an open neckline, showing a generous amount of cleavage. 'I'm surprised John lets you wear it.' John was Paula's husband, and well-known jealous one at that. So it had come as a surprise to Alan, when, a few months earlier John had propositioned him for a wife swap. One Alan had not taken seriously, though it had been seriously meant. He knew that John was really smitten by June and would love to fuck her. It also meant that Paula was wanting to go to bed with Alan. She had often teased him, but he hadn't realized that she was serious. She herself was attractive enough, though not would you would call beautiful. A brunette with large breasts and wide hips. Alan had often speculated on what might be hiding between them. But then, he always speculated what was hidden between any lady's thighs.

'Maybe he wants to show me off,' she smiled. She was already a little tipsy with the sherry and wine.

'Well, he's succeeded,' Alan laughed, laying a hand on her exposed upper thigh. Paula didn't make any move to push it off, allowing it to gently stroke the skin. In fact, she was enjoying the sensation of Alan's hand stroking her. No hand other than hers and her husband's had ever strayed between her rather hairy thighs. Her vulva remained a closely guarded secret between them, but she had often wondered how it would feel to have strange fingers exploring it. Would he be disgusted by all that hair? As a gesture of encouragement, she surprised herself by patting the front of Alan's trousers, under the screen of the table cloth. What on earth had come over her? She had sex on the brain. Which was usual for Paula. A compulsive masturbator, she hardly ever stopped thinking about it. A problem was that her husband couldn't satisfy her. During intercourse, she could pretend he had got her to climax to make him feel happy, but her fingers always finished the job on her clitoris.

'Mm,' she cooed, 'that's feels good!' She felt a semi-stiff penis luting there.

'Eat your food!' Alan laughed. No-one was taking any notice of them. The other guests of Allan and Jill were Rod and Diana, sitting on Alan's left, with Pru and Harry making up the party of eight. Harry was the only one not involved in the theatrical scene, whilst Diana helped out in the wardrobe department. They had just recently finished a production of 'The Merry Widow' with June singing the lead of Hanna, and Rod as the Count. So there was plenty for them to chat and laugh about as the wine bottles emptied.

After toasting in the New Year at the dining table, the couples retired with their drinks to the sitting area, where two settees and an arm chair were grouped round a long coffee table. After kicking off her shoes, Paula made sure that she was with Alan, sitting on his lap after he had lowered himself into the corner of one of the settees. Alan had stimulated her sex drive during dinner, so she was feeling very horny. Her knickers were in a wet state. She put her arm around his neck, kissing his cheek. The smell of his aftershave added to her excitement.

'This is cosy,' she murmured. Alan smiled at her, then gave her a light kiss on the lips. 'Mm, that's nice,' she whispered. Glancing at the others, she saw that no-one was taking any notice. Jill was across the room on the other settee, sitting on John's knees, laughing at something. John was staining hard to look down her top, trying to glimpse her breasts, whilst pretending not to. Paula smiled to herself. John had always been fascinated by Jill's tits ever since they first met. Beside them, Rod had Pru sitting with him. It was clear that Rod already had his hand in Pru's top, feeling her tits. He hadn't wasted any time, she thought. Whilst Diana was with Harry in the arm chair, behaving. Well, Harry wasn't one to be amorously attentive, she mused. Music was playing quietly on the radio, and the only lighting in the room was a standard lamp in the corner by the heavily-curtained window. A television was in the opposite corner of the window. Ceiling to floor bookshelves filled the alcove beside what had once been a fireplace chimney. 

Paula came back to earth, as Alan gave her another light kiss, whispering in her ear. 'You're a very sexy lady. You get me all worked up. John must have a very satisfying sex life.'

If only you knew, she thought. Then said, with a smile, 'It doesn't take much to get you sexed up,' wriggling deeper against his chest, putting her hand inside his shirt. It was then she felt Alan's hand sliding along her inner thigh. She held her breath. Although having often fantasized about Alan making love to her, she was very nervous about having him touch her body, when it came to reality. 'Do you think you should?' she whispered, putting her hand on his wrist to deter him, even though she desperately wanted him to explore her whole tingling body.

'Why not? Of course I want to, and I think you want me to. And you are very warm in there. So?'

But what decided her was glancing over at her husband, wondering if he'd noticed Alan trying to feel her. She saw that he had other things on his mind. Or rather on his penis. Jill had unfastened his flies was in the act of taking out his stiff cock, studying it with interest and lust. To say that Paula was astonished would be an understatement. She knew, of course, that John fancied Jill like mad. They had often imagined having sex with them during their love-making. Indeed, it was the only thing that excited Paula during the act, helping her, with her fingers, to induce an orgasm. It was at college that Paula had first met John. He was her very first and only lover, so she had nothing to compare him with. Paula had two children, but after all these years, sex with her husband had become a habit. It was Paula who had first suggested a wife-swap as though in jest, but, to her surprise, John had gone ahead to propose it. She was disappointed to learn that Alan hadn't taken it seriously.

Whilst Paula was taking in what Jill was doing to her husband, she hadn't really noticed Alan unbuttoning her top to expose the large breasts. That is until his lips latched onto her right nipple. The effect was startling. Her belly lurched. The nipple swelled hard. Paula having removed her restraining hand on his wrist, Alan had resumed stroking her inner thighs, to which she reacted without conscious thought, by slightly parting them for him. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to fully grasp what was going on between them. All she knew was she seriously wanted Alan's fingers to grope her. And he obviously wanted to do the same. But a lifetime of restraint was not easy to ignore.

Paula's reaction wasn't lost on Alan. He slowly pushed his fingers the last couple of inches to reach the gusset of her knickers. Very warm, wet and twitching. Interesting! Alan felt Paula gasp and hold her breath, pressing herself closer to his chest, as his fingers eased their way through the side of the knickers to search for her secret place. Slowly, his two middle fingers sought their way between the labia into her private valley of delight. This was always an delightful moment for Alan, exploring the vulva of a new woman. He regarded it as a supreme privilege to grope her most precious place. He was interested to note the differences. This one was already dripping with her precious juices. Paula was trembling and gasping, moaning in his ear 'Oh God!' Alan wasn't to know that his were the first strange fingers to reach that special treasure chest, giving the lady the thrill of her life. His finger tips searched the vestibule of her vulva, the pads feeling the contours of the soft petals of flesh surrounding the opening to her private passage, until a finger finally penetrated the holiest of holy openings. So slippery and warm. Fuck-ready, he thought. He was enchanted by her hairy genitals. Superb! Yes, she wanted cock.

That did it! The touch of Alan's fingers removed all her misgivings. It was a life-changing moment for Paula, the sensation of other fingers searching the most secret and treasured part of her body. Feeling fingers searching her vulva and vagina was like a release from bondage, making her want to cry out that she was free. After all these years of single occupancy with a man who she really felt was boring. In a flash of self discovery, throwing caution to the winds, Paula unhooked the waistband of Alan's trousers, unzipping the flies. She delved her hand eagerly into the opening of the boxer shorts. And there it was! Oh my God, she thought. What a fantastic dick! She pulled it out. Hard and big - well, bigger than John's - and thicker. She handled it with what could only be described as admiration and worship. It was beautiful. Smooth and hard. Looking down, she watched the head emerge as she slowly eased the foreskin down over the shaft. Astonishing! Absolutely beautiful, was her conclusion. She began to realize what she'd been missing in twenty-two years of marriage.

Whilst lost in admiration for the most wonderful thing nature had ever made, she was hardly aware of Alan's fingers drawing her knickers over her thighs. Without thinking, she eased her bottom a little so that the well-stained underwear could be slid over her thighs, knees and ankles. Lifting her dress waist high, he could now gaze at the mass of hair on her groin. There was no further obstacle to Alan's hand, now busily exploring it, fingering the wetness of her vulva and stimulating the clitoris. He looked down full of curiosity. The labia were swollen and very large. The outer labia were unable to keep then inner ones tucked away. They hung low from the vulva. Ravishing! Paula felt rather ashamed of their size, but right now was trembling with uncontrollable lust. She dragged Alan's trousers over his hips, exposing the full glory of his erect penis, throbbing with desire, rising from a patch of pale brown hair. Heaving her body over Alan's lap, Paula eagerly sought the stiff cock with her right hand. He slid down to the edge of the settee to allow Paula better access to his manhood, to present the head of his cock to her dripping, anxious vagina.

There was no holding back now. It was with a feeling of utter bliss and release that Paula felt the cock slowly penetrate her passage to paradise. God! Unimaginable! A feeling Alan shared. Taking a deep breath, she held on to it until the cock had reached the fullest extent of its length. A huge sigh of relief, released the breath as she felt Alan begin to slide his cock in and out. Long slow strokes filled her clutching vagina. She had never known such bliss. Eyes closed, breathing deeply, she wallowed in the delight of being fucked by a man other than her husband. Feeling her vaginal muscles gripping the shaft as it delighted the walls. Time stood still for her. She was aware of a series of fluttering spasms in her belly. Alan increased the pace of the fucking, picking up the rhythm. Paula began to heave up and down to meet his strokes, until they began to falter. Please don't let this end, she prayed. But, alas, she knew it was coming. Oh my god, she thought, he's going to cum inside me. Oh joy!

Alan was thrilled and proud, in having his penis penetrate yet another vagina. With utter pleasure, he met the thrusts of Paula on it, matching her rhythm. The silky texture of the vagina stimulated the erogenous tissue, whilst the head engaged with the cervix. It was not easy to avoid a quick ejaculation, but Alan was good at holding back as long as possible, trying to time it to coincide with his partner's orgasm. As soon as he felt Paula's gasping getting more irregular, he guessed she was coming to the climax. He renewed his efforts. 

And as Alan's cock exploded into Paula's vagina, with eight powerful spasms, Paula experienced the most thrilling and intense orgasms of her entire life. The contractions just kept coming and coming, one on top of the other for what seemed an eternity. She was in agonizing ecstasy. She wasn't aware of her gasping 'Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh bloody hell!' This, she thought, is what sex should always be like.

But, alas, it never would again. Just a memory to masturbate to.

TWO: JILL

Jill always had an insatiable fascination for cocks. Having a brother two years her senior, she had been familiar with the essential part of the male anatomy for as long as she could remember. She had watched him play with it, not thinking it anything special at the time, but fascinated by the way it swelled and grew stiff and hard.

She often thought of the time she had joined the local Gilbert and Sullivan Society. That was her first experience with playing with a cock herself. One of the older members offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. Having got to know him better, he said he would get her a solo part in the next show if she was kind to him. Being kind, she discovered, had meant playing with his erect penis, rubbing it up and down until it ejaculated in her hand. She had been nervous at first, since this was the very first cock she had felt. Her first experience of sperm, which she found strangely arousing. She began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. To her surprise, he never tried to feel her, or even kiss her. She was glad, because he was quite ugly.

They rehearsed twice a week and Sunday afternoons. So Jill soon got to know every wrinkle of this guy's cock. It was about five inches, fairly thick, and heavily veined. Whilst enjoying studying the cock at close quarters, playing with it, the occasion came when she felt her head being pressed down towards the head of the cock. To her surprise, Jill found herself opening her mouth to take it in. That was an astonishing moment, that would change her sex life forever! The sensation of a cock in her mouth was an unexpected thrill. She explored the shaft with her tongue and lips. Enthralling! And when he came, filling her mouth with several spurts of warm sperm, it was a most erotic sensation. She found the taste of sperm exciting and amazing! She became a slave of the cock! Any new boyfriend would always enjoy having his penis sucked by this beautiful lady. Of course, she didn't get the part in the show he had promised, but Jill did get an appetite for cock. She was rather surprised at eighteen, that she had waited so long to sample one.

There had been many cocks since those days. With some surprise, and absolute delight, Jill discovered that no two cocks were quite the same. Ever since her first fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for Jill. And not only leading men. Managers and bosses all had their sexual encounters with the beautiful, elegant lady. She loved it. They loved it as well! Meeting Alan had put a stop to all that. Well, not quite, but mostly. She remembered him first feeling her vulva. It was on their second lunch date in his car on the moors. She had played with his cock and sucked it until it exploded. She herself had a very intense orgasm. After that, they fell in love!

When Alan's business moved him to the area some three or four years earlier, a friend had introduced them to the local drama club. They were soon deeply involved in drama and musicals, meeting many new friend in the process. Pru was to become a close friend of Jill's, whilst Rod had made it clear from the start that he fancied her! John was an official of the club. He was something of a pompous guy, being well known among the ladies for his voyeur tendencies.

All the men fancied Jill. Well, she was a very attractive 5'5" beautiful brunette with a wonderful figure, and soft full lips always ready to give a sparkling smile. Jill enjoyed going out without wearing her bra, watching the men ogle her nipples. She had excellent, firm 34B breasts, with slightly upturned nipples, shapely thighs and a well rounded bottom. In all, Jill was a lovely, elegant, sophisticated lady. But she was a tease as well, giving the impression that she might be available to the right offer at the right moment. She only succumbed once, with Rod, one warm summer's night in the club car park, after a party. Alan was away on business, but at the time, Jill had no intention of sharing sex with Rod. However, one thing led to another. An exciting escapade, during which she enjoyed paying hostess to his seven inches of hard cock. With a bend in it. Very nice! Jill just couldn't refuse to allow it to penetrate her soaking wet pussy.

For the dinner, Jill wore a cotton three-quarter plain purple gown, with shoulder straps and rear zip fastening, without a bra of course. Sitting beside John, he would lean over to say something funny in her left ear, but Jill knew what John was up to. She dutifully laughed, twisting her head round to look at him, knowing that her dress would fall open sufficiently for her right nipple to be visible to John, peering down her cleavage. The thought of him getting a thrill from looking at her nipple gave her a bit of a kick. His erection would be pressing against his flies. She couldn't resist looking down for a quick look. Yes! She looked at him and smiled. Yes! She decided she would tease him tonight.

True to form, John stood after the meal, calling the others to attention. He was going to propose a toast. Giving speeches was something he enjoyed. It gave him a sense of importance. In spite of Rods pleas to keep it short, he spoke for some four or five minutes before raising his glass and proposing a toast to 'Friends and the New Year.' the others dutifully repeated the toast.

Afterwards, they moved into the sitting area, where Paula and Alan had already bagged the corner of one of the settees. Jill lead John to the other settee for him to sit, with her on his lap. Putting their port glasses on the table, she undid his tie. 'Aren't you too hot in this?' she murmured.

'Yes, I am.' He was similarly murmuring against her ear. 'But it's not only the heat making me hot.' She gave him a brief kiss on the cheek.

'Don't be naughty! Anyway, John, I think you're more of a tit man, aren't you? Alan is a bum man. Loves to fondle ladies bottoms. The shapelier the better. You're ogling my tits now!'

'Why not? Your tits are really superb. In good shape. 

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'But Paula has lovely big tits for you, darling. More than mine.'

'Yes, but not as firm and shapely. You are a bit of a tease, you know, Jill, showing them off like that. What red-blooded man can keep his eyes off you in that dress?'

'I know. That's the idea. I enjoy turning men on. I saw you trying to undress me with your eyes all through dinner.' She smiled at him again. 'I wonder what you would say if I kept looking at your crotch, trying to judge the size and shape of it's contents?'

'I'd be flattered,' he laughed. Jill gazed at the front of his trousers for a few moments before curiosity overcame her, placing her palm over the front. 'But I didn't realize you meant it!'

'Hey, man! You've a got a real stiffy there.' There was a distinct bulge in his trousers. She gave his cock a quick squeeze through the fabric. John looked at her in some surprise and embarrassment. Had he been drinking at that moment, he would have spluttered into it.

'Well, I have a surprise for you John. A very special surprise. To make your day for you.' As she spoke, she reached behind her back to unzip the fastening of her dress. She pushed the strap from right shoulder over her upper arm, to reveal her breast. John's eyes almost popped out of his head as the nipple became visible, attractively lit by the standard lamp. 'There,' she said.

'Bloody hell,' was all John could think of saying at that moment, his eyes almost popping out of his head. Then, whispering to her 'They're gorgeous!' He was enjoying what most male friends were dying to see. Jill's perfect tits. He had only ever seen those of Paula before, other than in nude pictures.




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Whist he was feasting his eyes on her breasts, Jill reached down to unzip his flies. Another huge surprise for John. Jill's hand was pushing its way inside his trousers, searching for the hard cock. And she found it without difficulty. Hard and stiff. She tugged it out to look at it. Jill's interest in the penis was unquenchable, ever since her first contact with one, all those years ago. As John stroked and squeezed her breasts with obvious delight, Jill looked at his thick cock. She guessed about five inches, but with a heavily veined surface, and a long foreskin. She explored the contours lightly with the pads of her fingers, before wrapping her hand round the shaft to pull the skin down to expose the head. Then push it back.

If John had managed to get his hand between Jill's thighs, he would have found some very wet, and very sticky labia protecting her vulva. But she had no intention of allowing him to. She would give him the thrill of a blow job instead. One of her specialities, though she would allow him to fondle her tits in the meantime. Then, she and Alan would exchange activities in bed, and shag hard at the memories. When she felt his hand trying to find its way into her skirt, whilst bending over his cock to take it fully into her mouth, she quietly slid to the floor beside him, sitting on her legs. He was still able to reach her tits, squeezing and fondling them, but he was taken aback by Jill taking his cock into her mouth. No-one had ever done that before. And the feeling was such a stimulating thrill, he almost came straight away, but managed to hold back.

Giving head gave Jill much pleasure. She would use her tongue to stimulate the area round the frenulum, probably the most sensitive part of the penis, then slide her mouth fully over the cock down the base, tongue pressing against the rear shaft, feeling the head against the back of her warm throat. Flexing the muscles in her mouth excited the penis even more. Rolling her tongue round the shaft whilst gently sucking, was all part of her technique for enjoying fellatio. Meantime, Jill released his testicles from the boxer shorts, weighing them in the palm of her right hand. A good size, she thought, fingering the balls. The right testicle was rather bigger than the other one, but both weighed heavily in her hand. The wrinkled scrotum was hanging rather low from the shaft, in the warmth of the room. His pubic hair was prolific, both on his testicles and his groin. Jill preferred men with less hair, but what the hell. She would always remember John for his hairy genitals. Every time she looked at him in the future. 

For John, this new sensation was a mixture of disgust and delight. He had always been rather put off by oral sex, believing it to be un-natural and unclean, but now he had an expert introducing him to the sheer joy of fellatio, he was changing his views. It was a delicious feeling, having a woman's tongue and lips enjoying sucking his most private possession, with hands playing with his balls. With his eyes closed, he didn't notice what Paula was up to with Alan. Nor did he care.

Jill knew instinctively when to stop the stimulation to avoid ejaculation, reverting to playing with his testicles and caressing his hairy belly, with light puckered-up kisses to the end of the cock and frenulum. The slightest tensing of his buttocks gave it away. John was sighing and moaning with lust. Jill was superb, keeping him from the final jerk of his loin for what seemed ages. When she judged he'd had sufficient excitement, she gripped the shaft tight, and slid her mouth hard up and down. It was actually, exactly twenty-four minutes from her first taking his cock into her mouth, that he finally came. With a series of stifled grunts, his cock exploded in her mouth, filling her cheeks with several heaving spasms of sperm. Perhaps he had been saving it all up, or maybe he was just so turned on that he found the extra amount just to show off for Jill. She was impressed by his capacity. She rolled it round her mouth tongue, before allowing it to trickle down her throat, whilst still holding the cock between her lips.

After savoring the delicious taste of John's sperm, Jill slithered up to his head, whispering in his ear. 'Thanks for the cocktail, darling. Scrumptious!' She gave him a quick kiss, followed by another on the end of his wilting cock, then stood up, re-fastening her dress to make herself respectable again. 'Putting the coffee pot on for those who are ready.'

Just as John was grunting and ejaculating, his wife Paula was reaching her own orgasm. John hadn't heard her, being submerged in his own unbelievable orgasm.

THREE: PRU

Pru couldn't compete with Jill in the breast department, with her fairly flat ones, though her nipples were outstanding. She was, however, equally sexy in her quiet way. She quite fancied Rod herself, having recently enjoyed a mutual encounter with him - though it was confined to hands only. Having allowed him to fondle her bottom and press her breasts, whilst kissing, Pru had fingered the shape of Rods erect cock in his trousers, feeling it twitch. She was impressed; curious to have a closer inspection sometime. Cocks had fascinated her ever since she had seen her father's hanging from his hairy groin. Then later, she had seen it stiff and upright. Of course, her father was unaware that Pru was watching him undressing in the bedroom. Pru couldn't believe it was the same one. She was bewildered by the difference. The memory, and the awesome curiosity, would always stay with her.

When Pru was diagnosed with mild TB, her husband Harry went on his annual trip to their cottage, leaving her to rest and recover with Alan and June, with Pru's new baby.

Alan had sprained his ankle and was also recovering, sitting beside Pru on the bed, helping her with a crossword puzzle, while Jill was out shopping. For some reason, Alan felt a slight tension in Pru, and realized that she was rather quieter than usual. She was looking at him with a certain yearning, he thought. It struck him that Pru might be feeling a bit horny.

Well, he was right. Pru didn't get much sexual pleasure these days, and even when Harry was at his most amorous, he wasn't much of a lover, leaving Pru to finish herself off. But now, she had only her own fingers to help her on the few occasions she got too worked up to refuse her body it's desires. And here she was with her best friend's husband in his dressing gown, feeling very horny. Pru knew that Alan fancied her from previous cuddles and squeezes they had enjoyed, pressing his erection against her belly. She looked up to see Alan smiling at her.

'Are you ok?' he asked. Pru just smiled. Should she admit to her feelings. She didn't think June would mind sharing Alan with her best friend, in her condition. But he was ahead of her. 'Are you feeling a bit horny?' he asked.

Pru colored up, and just smiled rather embarrassed. Then she gave a slight nod. 'Oh dear,' Alan said. 'Do you want me to go and let you get on with it, or would you like me to stay and help out?'

'Yes,' was all she said. Pru realized that Alan already had the palm of his hand resting on the duvet over her groin. He pressed and rubbed slightly, sending ripples of pleasure through her loins. Slipping his other hand under the cover, Pru felt it circle her breasts, before moving slowly over her belly and hairy groin until the pads of his middle two fingers parted the clitoral hood, making her gasp, and her hips jerk. When the fingers explored a little further into the vulva, Pru groaned and felt her belly tremble with delightful sensations. This was marvelous. With closed eyes, Pru concentrated on the sheer bliss of feeling a man's fingers playing with her vagina, which was now dribbling with excitement. It wasn't long before the climax built up deep inside her belly. She was panting with the arousal building up inside her. The world stood still. Nothing mattered except this wonderful blissful feeling. She was heaving with lust, until she could no longer delay the outcome. A huge orgasm shattered her whole body. The most fantastic orgasm she could ever remember having before.

Alan was smiling at her when her eyes opened. 'Good one?' she nodded. He was licking his fingers. 'Mm, you taste good,' making her blush. No-one had lasted her juices before. Ever! 'Look what you've made me do.' he laughed, exposing his erect cock for her to examine. Her eyes widened with surprise and astonishment. But she had no time to study it carefully, because just then, Jill returned with the shopping, putting a stop to further discussion. Pru would cherish the memory of Alan's smooth hard penis.

For the dinner party, Pru wore a flowered peach dress, just below the knee with front fancy button fastenings. With small breasts, she didn't really need a bra, so she hadn't bothered with one, but unlike Jill, more for comfort than exhibiting her charms. During the dinner, Rod was his usual cocky self. Full of himself, reliving some of the better moments during the musical 'The Merry Widow'. Actually, Pru hadn't thought him all that good. His high notes were strained, for a start, though Jill had been her usual excellent self. However, Pru laughed dutifully with the rest of the guests, whilst speculating on Rod's penis. She was feeling rather horny, and Jill had already told her best friend all about Rod's cock. She noticed that Alan was paying more attention to Paula than to Rod, wondering if Alan fancied her.

Rod's mind was rather over active. Partly because he was re-living his latest triumph on stage - at least, that was his view, and head to talk about it. And it was partly due to the fact that he had had no sex with his wife, Diana, for two months now. In fact he had had no sex with any-one. His secretary was usually able to give him a quick wank, but Audrey was committed to her boyfriend and nothing would persuade her to be unfaithful to him. Certainly not a few weeks before their wedding. But Audrey was a sexy young lady with an unquenchable interest in the penis. After weeks of teasing and banter, Rod had persuaded her - or maybe allowed her - to take an interest in his. And Audrey was duly impressed by it. Probably not much bigger than her fiancee's, but the bend seemed to give it a special attraction. One thing had led to another, until Audrey finally managed to get to see it ejaculate. This was something she repeated from time to time, whilst remaining untouched in all departments herself. So, although Rod had not had any sex, he had enjoyed a couple of hand jobs from Audrey. Still, that was no real substitute for the real thing.

So, sitting at a table with four attractive ladies, all dressed in provocative gowns, got his imagination working overtime. He had, of course, already fucked Jill in the car park, following the after-show party. But it was a one-off, unfortunately. In fact, that had been the last fuck he'd had. Over two months ago! He would try to rectify that this evening, one way or another, in spite of Diana being there. Or perhaps because she was there, to see he was still attractive to other women. Pru seemed a suitable subject for his attention. She seemed drawn to him, he thought. Little did he know that she was speculating on his cock, glancing down at his crotch from time to time, hoping to see some movement.

After the meal, Rod accompanied Pru to the settee they would share with Jill and John, who were already embracing, sprawled in the corner by the standard lamp. Rod arranged Pru on his lap and, without any preliminaries, slid his hand into the top of her dress, fondling her nipples, kissing her ear and neck. Pru squirmed with pleasure at the unusual attention being paid to her face. She closed her eyes as Rod's other hand unbuttoned the lower half of her dress, listening to him murmuring in her ear, lying about what wonderful breasts she had and how he would like to make love to her. How Harry didn't deserve her. Without really thinking, Pru eased her thighs apart as Rod's hand had slipped under the top of her knickers, gently rubbing her belly. Mm! that was so nice. It was a long time since Alan had done just that, when she was staying with them for a few days, recovering from an illness. The memory was one of her most precious. And now, Rod's fingers were sneaking down, through her sparse pubic hair, to reach the clitoral hood. Pru gave a little involuntary twitch as fingers touched her clit.

Not to be outdone, Pru casually unhooked Rod's waist band before unzipping the flies to the very end. Now she would find out if Jill had been truthful. Her hand closed over the erect shaft. Pru caught her breath in some awe. Jill had not lied! Rod's cock was a good seven inches, with a sharp bend towards the top, and thick in the middle. Pru was no expert in cocks, but this one seemed bigger than what she thought was normal. Certainly putting Harry's into the shade. As she played with the new toy, Rod had found her vulva, now wet with excitement. Eager fingers explored the clit and labia with curiosity ands skill. Eventually, guessing Pru was ready to move to the next step, he gripped the waist of the knickers, easing them over her thighs and legs, reaching down to release them from the ankles and feet. Her vulva was open to his every whim. Sliding to his knees between Pru's legs, he studied the wrinkled labia. They were average in every respect, as he studied the contours of the vestibule together with the petals of flesh surrounding the opening to her passage of sexual pleasure. Having satisfied himself with the visual stimulation, he put his face between the legs to press the tip of his nose to the clit, inhaling deeply to smell Pru's personal scent. His tongue scooped the wet vagina, tasting its magical delights. He was addicted to vaginal juices. Loved them! Then, Rod dropped his trousers to his knees, then placed his cock at the mouth of the delightful vagina, now dilated and pulsating with eagerness, oozing with her secret juices.

By this time, neither Rod nor Pru had any thought of the others in the room. Indeed, they were all engaged in their own little sexual encounters. Rod's hard cock slid slowly into Pru's tight vagina. Oh my God! Pru moaned in unbelievable bliss. Oh my God! Yes! This is incredible, she thought. Never had her vagina felt so full and so stretched. Wonderful! When the intruder had reached to end of the journey, it was slowly retracted, then pushed hard deep inside again. Rod now picked up the rhythm, beginning to fuck her properly, whilst Pru lay back, eyes screwed tight, relishing the supreme sensation of total penetration. Time stood still for her. The sound of his testicles slapping against her perineum was music to her ears. Her whole body was responding to the thrill. Her vaginal muscles were clenching the gorgeous shaft filling it, encouraging it to fill it with hot sperm, fulfilling it's prime role. Pru couldn't remember a time when she had been so full of cock, and so thoroughly fucked.

Rod was eagerly suckling both her outstanding nipples, one after the other, marveling at their size. But when Pru felt his fingers reach between their humping groins, rubbing her clit, there was no way she could avoid reaching a climax. Her thighs tensed, her bottom pushed against Rod's crushed hairy groin. She started to moan loud. Oh God! Then holding her breath, she threw her arms round his heaving buttocks, holding tight, feeling the climax reaching its peak. Oh my God! Agonizing bliss! With a sudden jolt of hips, she exploded into the most intense orgasm she could ever remember. Her whole body was responding to the insistent stimulation of vagina, clitoris and nipples. To heighten the incredible sensation, she felt Rod suddenly explode inside her. His jerking spasms clashing with her own. How long this lasted Pru had no idea. She wasn't counting. She was just luxuriating in the wonderful feeling of release and physical happiness.

The feeling of ejaculating inside a woman always filled Rod with great relief. It had been a long-awaited good fuck for him. Glancing at Diana, he was rather disappointed to see that she was taking no notice of his sexual success with Pru. In fact, he was actually taken aback when he saw his wife masturbating the cock of the husband of the woman he had just fucked. His pride took a knock, but a quick feel of Pru's satisfied vulva, wet and dripping helped to restore his ego a little. He wondered if her should fuck her again. Her tight pussy was a fantastic fuck.

'Wow, Rod,' she muttered breathlessly in his ear. 'That was truly terrific. The best fuck ever darling. I can't thank you enough. But I think I need to recover before they all come round again.'

FOUR: DIANA.

Diana was a dress designer. She had a considerable talent, and had built up a good clientele among the more wealthy of her friends and Rod's business associates. Although it was insufficent to keep her independent, it did provide her with a good wardrobe of clothes and a wide range of friends. She had two children. A boy and a girl. Derek was away in the army, whilst Bella was at university.

She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, in the old-fashioned sense. They lived next door to each other, but didn't become lovers until one vacation when they were both home from college. It was at college that Diana had her first sexual experience. A one-off, during a college dance, behind piles of coats in the cloakroom. She had been drinking, and dancing with this guy who was fondling her bottom and pressing his stiff penis against her belly. Diana was enjoying the sensation, with her vagina starting to ooze. The slight ache in her belly was evidence of her need for sex. Rather too drunk to object to the guy lifting her dress with one hand, she felt him begin to grope her vulva, whilst unzipping his flies with the other. Diana parted her thighs to allow the guy to slide his dick inside her. Her first time! It was gorgeous, even though her senses were a bit fuddled. It didn't last long though. Just as she was really walking in the clouds, her vagina was flooded with sperm. The guy withdrew, tucked his penis away, and walked out of the room, leaving Diana frustrated, in a state of unfulfilled satisfaction. She never saw him again. It was with relief that her period started two days later.

Then came Rod. When they first had sex, it was more of a deliberate experiment. Rod had admitted to being a virgin, so Diana showed him her genitals and encouraged him to fondle them and explore her sexuality, whilst she did the same with his. They were on the sofa in her parents' house, who were away for that week-end. Diana ended up taking Rod to bed. They fucked most of the night. She remained faithful to him through the rest of her college days.

Rod was often out rehearsing or playing quite a lot. Diana helped out in the wardrobe department, and often went with him to the club for a drink afterwards, but not after every rehearsal. They had just finished a short run of 'The Merry Widow', so there would be an after show party in the club. However, on that evening, Diana's ailing mom hadn't been well, so she was unable to join Rod. She had got home fairly late. Too late to join the party, anyway, so she undressed, and prepared for bed, changing into her night clothes. Diana was feeling rather tense, so whilst preparing for bed, she downed two large glasses of red wine, which helped to relax her, watching the television at the same time. But for some reason, she was feeling a bit horny. Her vagina had that special ache. She wanted dick. Maybe that's why she was a bit tense. She was wishing Rod would come home to satisfy her yearning.

Eventually, she climbed into bed at about midnight. Checking her vulva, yes, she found it was wet. Aching! Just then, she heard the front door. Diana snapped off the bed-side lamp, pretending to be asleep when Rod eventually came into the bedroom. She was in no mood for a long chat. Just his dick. So, when Rod eventually slid beneath the clothes beside her, Diana cuddled up to him, putting her arm across his chest. She could smell he'd been drinking beer. It was a warming sort of scent. Her hand rubbed his belly, playing with his pubic hair for a while, until she felt his penis begin to stir. Wanting to give it some encouragement, she slipped her head under the sheet, going down on him.




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Having reached his groin, she stopped abruptly. Diana smelt the unmistakable scent of a woman's vaginal juices in his pubic hair. She sniffed again carefully. There was no doubt. The pubic hair at the base of his penis was saturated by dried pussy juice. She put his rising dick in her mouth. There was no doubt about that taste. After a moment of disbelief and indecision, Diana realized that her husband had just come home from fucking another women. Pru! That woman! Butter wouldn't melt in that woman's mouth. But dicks would! She sat up.

'Who have you been fucking? Who was it? Pru? Was it Pru?'

'What're you talking about?' Rod whined.

'You stink of cunt juice. Your hair is full of it.'

'What... er ...?'

She snapped on the lamp, throwing the duvet back, exposing Rod's naked body. He thought sleeping naked was manly. His tousled pubic hair was, indeed, matted. Diana pointed to it. 'Look!'

'What?' he stuttered.

'Fuck off Rod,' she shouted, climbing out of the bed. All feeling of horniness had left her. Gone in a flash! Diana grabbed her dressing gown from behind the door before storming from the room into the spare. There, she threw herself on the single bed. She wouldn't weep. She was too angry. She just lay there, seething. She had been so wanting her husband to make love to her, and what did she find? That he'd already just fucked another woman. The evidence was indisputable. It must be Pru, she thought. Rod had a thing for her, she knew. And she had deep suspicions that Pru wasn't the only one he was fucking. He was quite often late getting home from work, with lame excuses. When she once found a pair of knickers under the seat of his car, she knew. Her mind was in turmoil, until eventually she fell asleep through sheer exhaustion.

When her daughter, Bella, asked her the next morning, why she was in the spare bed, Diana told her. Bella was upset.

'What are you going to do, mom?'

'What can I do? I can't land myself on my parents. Besides, the shock would probably kill mother. Just co-exist, I guess. Accept the inevtable. Besides, I think it' s been going on for a long time. Oh, not just with Pru. There are others, I'm sure.'

When Bella told her brother Derek on the phone, he was livid. He threatened all kinds of revenge on his father. But Bella told him to keep calm. But when he came home on leave, his father at work, he took his mother in his arms, giving her a close sympathetic embrace. His hands held her bottom tight, pulling her to him. She was very cuddly! Denis had always found his mother very attractive and sexy. Chubby, yes. But very sexy. Unfortunately, his cock found the close embrace rather stimulating, provoking the stirrings of an erection. Diana felt it, and in a motherly moment she couldn't explain to herself, pressed herself to it, rubbing her groin against it. Oh God! It was a long time since she'd felt a hard dick against her. Her vagina was responding.

The next few minutes were a blur. They were in the kitchen. Derek pressed his mom against the table, lifting her hem as he unzipped his flies. Knickers dragged to one side, Derek dragged out his now erect cock, guiding it against her vagina. One push and he was deep inside. They fucked hard for a good twenty minutes.

But that's another story. After all, Derek was married to Pru's daughter, of all people.

From now on, Diana slept in the spare bed. Conversation with Rod was terse and economical. They would learn to live with the new relationship. Of course, it wasn't Pru who Rod had fucked that evening. It was Jill, in the car park of the club. Still, the result was the same. Diana's sex life became non existent until, unexpectedly, one of her wealthy clients managed to seduce her, giving Diana an experience with another woman. It was one to change Diana's sex life for good. She became to adore lesbian sex. It gave her untold bliss during the build up to an orgasm. Orgasms which she had never experienced before. She was happy to let Rod try to prove his prowess with other women. She had her own new group of friends for sexual pleasure. However, that was to come later.

It was another two months before the friends all met again at Alan and Jill's dinner party. Diana was sitting between Alan and Harry. She was wearing a stunning dark grey silk dress of her own creation. It hugged her hips and accentuated her breasts. The skirt was split down the side, with a generous overlap, whilst the top was fairly high, with short arms. She noticed that Rod was between Pru and Paula. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula on his other side, Rod would waste no time chatting up Pru, putting on the charm. With Alan giving most of his attention to Paula, Diana made herself available to Harry. She chatted him up, flattering him. It was her plan to seduce him in front of Rod.

However, it didn't quite work out that way. Harry was a shy guy, who tried to overcome the problem by being over effusive. After the dinner and toast, Diana took Harry to the arm chair, where she took his drink from him, putting it on the book case ledge beside the chair. Sitting on his lap, Diana put an arm round Harry's neck, giving his a kiss, whilst opening his shirt, slipping her hand inside, to caress his chest, teasing his nipples. She was well and truly tipsy from the cocktails and the wine.

'Hm, that's nice,' he blustered, feeling rather embarrassed.

'There's more to come,' she whispered to him. 'Come being the operative word,' she giggled. 'How would you like to come with me?'

'Bloody hell! What? Here and now?'

'Why not? Pru is already in the hands of Rod. Literally, look!' Harry glanced across. Although the room was dimly lit from the standard lamp in the corner, he was sure he could see Rod's hand inside Pru's top. 'So, here,' she added, taking his hand to guide it inside her dress and bra. Harry was unsure what to do. So he just pressed his hand against the nipple. It wasn't a large breast, though it was firm and podgy. Satisfied that Harry wouldn't remove his hand, Diana kissed him again, long and lingering whilst her hand sought his trouser fastening. Once inside, she tugged the stiffening dick out. Oh dear! Now she knew why Harry was embarrassed. His dick was smaller than average. About four inches she guessed, though reasonable thick. 'Mmm. That's a nice one Harry,' she reassured him. 'I'd bet that dick has fucked a lot of cunts in its time, and given lots of women lots of pleasure. It's a sweet dick. So cute. Mm, I love it Harry.' She muttered praises for his penis as she played with it, studying every contour, exploring his tight testicles and the underside of his shaft with her delicate fingers, feeling it jerk as it strained for more.

This was a new experience for Harry. No-one had praised his cock as much as this before. His girl friend, where they had their holiday cottage, enjoyed it because she had an unusually small vagina. It was a perfect fit for her. Of course, Pru was unaware of this relationship. But now, with his cock getting so much attention from the sophisticated Diana, Harry became more adventurous with her breasts, peeling her top from off the shoulders, before reaching round her back to unclip the bra. Her smallish, full breasts came into view. The nipples were small and pale, the areolae almost the color of the surrounding breast, though the smaller pimply glands, arranged round the outside, were prominent. Harry studied them before attaching his mouth to one of them. The fingers playing with his cock were making him feel more and more horny. He wondered if he dared to feel her pussy. It was at that very moment that Diana whispered. 'Why don't you want to feel me, Harry? I'm wet, ready and willing. It's all yours darling. I need it!'

Wanting no further encouragement, Harry slid his hand between the side opening of the skirt to find the warm silky touch of her upper thigh. Her flimsy Ann Summers briefs were flimsy and small, offering no resistance to his stubby fingers as they searched eagerly for what it was desperate to touch. There was no obstacle to his intention, until his fingers finally discovered the fleshy labia, sticky with her juices. Harry swallowed hard. He was so overwhelmed by the knowledge that he was feeling another vulva that he couldn't prevent his cock suddenly exploding in Diana's hand, projecting his jets of sperm over his chest. Diana was delighted at the sight of the discharge, moving her free hand to catch the late spurts.

As Harry's cock dwindled in her hand, Diana rubbed the sperm in the other hand over her breasts and nipples. 'Sorry,' he muttered, taking his hand from her groin and from her breasts. 'Couldn't hold it back any more,' Harry apologized as he started to rearrange his clothes, making himself respectable again.

'That's alright darling,' Diana murmured. 'I loved watching every drop. I feel so favored to have done it for you. I'm only sorry it wasn't inside me. Another time, perhaps. I think, maybe, you'd rather have another drink now, to regain your strength.'

FIVE: THE FAREWELLS.

Shortly after one am, John's daughter called to collect her parents with Pru and Harry to share the journey. Every one had tidied themselves up and were sitting at the dining table, sipping coffee or, in John's case, a large brandy. The evening had been a real eye-opener for him. He was still trying to get his head round the fact that Jill had fellated him, encouraging his cock to explode in her mouth. He was even more astonished by her swallowing the sperm. He had never been sucked-off before, never mind have a lady swallow his cum. Added to that was the sight of Allan fucking Paula, an experience they had often fantasized about, but one which, when it actually happened, was mind-blowing. He only wished there had been a bit more light for him to see better! John didn't know whether to be jealous or stimulated by the sight of Alan's cock penetrating his wife's vagina. Perhaps a mixture of both. In any event, a large brandy was called for him to ponder his reactions.

Paula was very quiet. The experience had been wonderful. A dream come true. Alan was only the second guy to feel her down there, let alone fuck her. And her initial nervousness soon gave way to great stimulating delight. She had never known such ecstatic bliss in her life, and the main orgasm, when it finally shattered her, was out-of-this-world fantastic. She never realized they could be so intense. Whatever John might think, she knew it was worth the experience. She pondered the memory whilst sipping her coffee. Paula wondered how John had taken it. She would soon find out when they got into bed.

It was Pru who broke the silence. 'Well,' she said in an understatement, 'that's another New Year over.' As though it was an event to endure. She had certainly endured Rod's fucking, enjoying every thrust, though she was, perhaps, a bit too drunk to appreciate the finer points of the event, not reaching a truly satisfactory orgasm. Ah well, back to the fingers, she thought.

Meantime, Harry was quietly smirking into his drink, gloating over his experience. Diana, the posh wife of Rod, had tossed him off and let him feel her plump vulva, and lick her nipples. He could hardly believe his luck. It had been a very satisfactory ejaculation. One of his best.

The front-door bell rang.

After much hugging and thank-yous, the two couples shrugged into their topcoats, then left. 

'Another for the road, Diana?' Alan enquired as they returned to the sitting area. He turned to see her response, only to be faced, looking over her shoulder, with his wife kissing Rod in the hallway. He was rubbing his hands greedily over her buttocks. Before he could react, Diana moved in close, putting her arms round him to kiss him on the lips. A long lingering kiss. Alan responded by putting his arms round her and letting his hands roam all over her back and bottom. She broke from the kiss, putting her cheek against him whispering in his ear, 'I'd rather have another on the settee.'

After the earlier sexual exploit, Diana was feeling ravenously sexy. After having masturbated Harry, her own unfulfilled sexual needs were working overtime. Harry had shown no inclination to penetrate her, being content with having Diana jerk his cock until he splattered his juices all over his chest and the front of his shirt. The sight of the sperm spewing from the end of the cock inflamed her, but something about Harry held back her urge to take the spitting cock in her mouth, or straddle it with her vulva. She had spent the rest of the evening in a great state of frustration. Desperate to have Alan fuck her, she had to be content with biding her time until the moment arose. And here it was.

In spite of her desperation, Diana took it steadily, gently pushing Alan back towards the settee by the window, where Jill had given John his blow-job, unfastening the waist band of his trousers on the way. By the time they reached the edge of the settee, Diana had unzipped Alan, dragging out his half-filled cock. Sinking to a crouch in front of him, she drew his trousers down to his ankles, lifting one foot after the other out of the trouser legs, before taking the new dick in her mouth, feeling it filling and expanding, as it responded to the stimulation. To have such power over a man was wonderful. Lets face it, she thought, his dick is his main center of his manhood. His self esteem. Control that, and you control the man. And she had Alan in her control right now. Diana no longer had any qualms about Rod and Jill seeing her blatantly molesting Alan. In fact, she relished in it.

Alan stood, legs slightly apart, hands on hips, groin thrust forward, with his cock stiff and hard. He was enjoying having the elegant, if plump, Diana eating his cock. He had never really seem her as a sex object. Yet here she was, giving him head. After two or three minutes of sheer delight, sucking Alan's cock, Diana stood, unbuttoning her dress as she did, then pulling it from her shoulders to stand in her underwear. Reaching across to Alan, she took his hands to pull him onto the settee beside her. His hand reached between her thighs, pushing the briefs to one side, cupping the palm of his hand over the vulva, squeezing the fleshy labia. Alan felt the delicious nectar of her vagina against his hand. Using his two middle fingers, he penetrated her secret tunnel, feeling the muscles trembling. Diana had reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Once released, there was no sagging of the breasts. They were firm and round, if somewhat on the small side.

Alan studied the globes of pale creamy flesh, before latching his mouth onto the left one. Diana was trembling with excitement. He had a sudden desire to penetrate her. He knew she was ready and willing. Alan dragged the briefs from her plump thighs, over her legs and ankles. Diana shook them off her feet before opening her legs. Alan slipped to his knees between them, giving a quick look at her vulva, with its petite inner labia, before placing the head of his cock against the dilated vagina, heavily coated in the juices. He eased the head of his cock inside before pausing to relish the moment of entering the secret place of a new woman. Feeling Diana gasp, he slowly slid the full length inside the welcoming vagina. He heard a big sigh from her, as she wrapped her chubby legs round his waist. He loved the feel of the vaginal muscles squeeze his shaft.

Still in a deep embrace with Rod in the hallway, Jill was frantic. Her sex drive was in overdrive. She wanted more of this cock. More of any cock really. Just to be screwed hard with a stiff ramrod of flesh. Her hand rapidly unzipped his flies, eagerly pushing into the trousers, searching for the thing she wanted more than anything at this moment. Cock! Yes, there it was, half filled. She dropped to her knees, taking it in her mouth. She adored the awareness of a soft cock, filling out in her mouth. Rod's grew to its fullest size, almost choking her, before she slipped it out. Her hand grasped the thick shaft, jerking it up and down, desperate to feel it's full glorious stiffness. Rod was reciprocating by pulling her top over her shoulders to reveal her wonderful breasts.

With tongues lashing, still grasping his cock, Jill dragged Rod into the room, where she leaned her bottom against the arm of the vacant settee, pulling up the hem of her dress. To avoid unnecessary obstacles, Jill had not put her knickers back on. Her vulva was hard and swollen with lust. The episode with John's cock had aroused her lust to boiling point. Jill's hands grabbed Rod's trousers, quickly unclasping the waist, pushing them over his thighs. His underpants were dragged down his hips to expose his magnificent cock. Jill got hold of it, pulling it towards her vagina. Rod obliged by thrusting it straight to the hilt, deep inside the vagina. She gasped out loud at the intrusion.

Jill was on a high. In a strangled voice, she croaked, 'Fuck me. Oh my God! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh shit! I want more. More! Give it to me. Give it to me! Fuck me. Fuck me!' Rod's cock was driving hard in and out of Jill's vagina. Literally shagging her, hard and fast and cruelly. Jill loved it! That wonderful cock was stimulating the g-spot. She was going to cum , she could help it. She'd been waiting all evening for this. Her orgasm swept into her mind and body with a great woosh!

'Wow! My God, I needed that. Now for a more leisurely one.' It was then she realized that Rod was in no position to fuck her again. His cock had lost its erection and slipped out from her vagina. Unbelievable! He couldn't do this to her! She wanted more! But it was no use.

It was whilst Jill was in spasm, hips lurching, that Rod saw Diana. His wife was being fucked in front of his eyes. Diana, who had denied him sex for the past three months or more, was being fucked by their friend. Not only that, she was clearly lost in ecstacy, moaning and talking dirty. 'Give it to me darling. Oo yes! I love it. Fuck me fast. Fast! Oh shit shit shit!' He heard her muttering urgently. The fact that he had just fucked Alan's wife didn't seem to enter Rod's mind. He felt cheated. Let down. His mighty cock deflated, slipping out of Jill's vagina. He pulled his trousers up and excused himself. 'Need a pee,' he explained, leaving the room. When he got into the small loo, he locked the door and wept tears of anger. How could she do this to me? he raged to himself.

Diana had taken no notice of her husband's activities. She was enjoying her own too much to care about him, and was fast reaching another glorious orgasm. The fluttering in her loins, the shaking of her thighs and hips, got more intense as the orgasm started fluttering deep inside her. Starting as a small lurch in her belly, the spasms burst out. Several convulsions racked her body as she cried out. 'Oh jeeez! Shit! Arrrrggghhhh! Yes yes yes!'

But Alan wasn't finished. As he embraced her nakedness, he asked 'How about a bit of anal?' He had wanted to try anal sex for a long time, but Jill was unwilling to try it.

'Oh, will it hurt?' Diana gasped.

Without replying, Alan squatted between her thighs, thrust his head against her soaking vagina, then stuck his tongue inside it to suck out all the juices. There was plenty there, after her orgasms. He then hauled her to her feet, draped her face down over the arm of the settee. Pushing her legs apart, the whole expanse of her plump vulva and bottom was revealed to him. He looked at the small puckered button of her bum. It was pink and dripping with her juices. Diana flexed the anal muscle. Tantalizing! Beckoning! Kneeling between her splayed open legs, Alan used his thumbs to pry open the rectum, before putting his mouth against the open rose bud, dribbling the contents of his mouth into it. Satisfied that there was plenty of lubrication there, he guided the head of his cock to the little puckered entrance. Slowly, slowly he eased the end inside. Diana stiffened, clenching her muscles at first, but then relaxed to allow the hard cock to enter her anal passage.




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Diana was apprehensive. She had never even had a finger inside her bottom, never mind a thick dick. And now she was getting a big hard one in it. After her initial tightening of the sphincter, she realized that she would need to relax it completely. And when she did, Diana felt the dick stretching her rectum. Slowly! Slowly it eased its way inside. To her surprise, it felt absolutely incredible. Once passed the sphincter muscle, the penetration was easier. The sensation was quite different. It didn't feel like anything else she ever had felt before - it was deep inside. It's not her clitoris and it's not in her vagina, but it felt strangely like both in a crazy mixed-up combination in another part of her body. As Alan got in deep and started to fuck her, the rectum literally swallowed up the penis. It was though it couldn't get enough. It took her to an altogether differed sexual realm. Absolutely incredible. Difficult to believe! Without any effort on her part, Diana suddenly exploded in another orgasm. It felt so different, but absolutely marvelous!

Alan was amazed by Diana's reaction. His own orgasm burst forth, deep inside her rectum. Spurt after spurt filled the back passage. It was fantastic! When the seven or so spurts had subsided, he rested, flopped over her back. Reaching over to the side table for the box of tissues, he withdrew, holding the tissue over her rectum until Diana's hand took over. She sat up and kissed him hard. 'That was the most fantastic fuck I've ever had,' she told him. 'Thank you!'

Diana was back in her clothes when Rod returned from the bathroom, holding their topcoats. His thanks for the evening seemed rather forced, though Diana's was effusive. She kissed both Jill and Alan before leaving behind Rod. They didn't say a word to each other on the drive home. Nor when they arrived there. But Diana didn't care, she was reliving the events of the evening in her mind. She had got her own back on her husband's philandering. And how! Her very first anal sex. Awesome!

After the guests had all gone, Jill and Alan went straight to bed, each with a brandy and ginger. As they sat up together sipping their drinks, they exchanged experiences. 'Well Alan, you finally got to enjoy and anal fuck. How was it?'

'Different. Well, you heard Diana's view as it happened. She flipped!'

'Mm. Well, not for me darling. It's a shame Rod was suddenly overtaken by jealousy. He has an interesting cock.'

'So I believe,' Alan smiled. 'And you have a fascinating vulva darling,' he added, slipping his hand under the covers to reach for it. 'Mm, still fuck-ready, by the feel of it.'

'And you? After two ejaculations already?'

'Try me,' he answered, taking her empty glass, putting his with his own on the bedside table. Turning back, he took his wife in his arms, kissing her mouth and face all over. 'The thought of Rod's cock in you and you sucking John's cock, has really turned me on.' His hand was cupped over her warm swollen vulva. 'Still wet darling! Great!'

Her last words before becoming immersed in sexual activity were 'I'm glad I doctored the pre-dinner drinks with a love drops.'



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Their plan was concocted over the course of several lunch dates. Val and Deb were neighbors on the same block, best friends, and they talked about everything. There was nothing either of them kept from one another. They had both been married for years, generally happily...except that both of their sex lives were pretty bland and stale. What was it about husbands that they wore out after a few years? That's how what happened was almost inevitable. 

Val also knew (woman's intuition) that Deb was attracted to David, the mailman. Since nothing was taboo between them, Val came up with a plan, with Deb's approval, for, as they called it, their plan to "get the mail delivered properly." 

Deb was to be at Val's home when the mail was delivered by David, then attempt to seduce him while Val was secretly there, a voyeur in her own home. It was titillating...it was dangerous. They didn't want Deb's husband Bobby or Val's husband Steve to find out. 

Spicing up their sex lives by inviting each other's participation was extraordinarily naughty. But Val and Deb agreed that this was something they both wanted: Deb wanted the man himself, and Val wanted toi watch, at least that's what Val thought she wanted. The only question was the target, would the unsuspecting mailman want to deliver? 

Val and Deb both arranged to get out of work early that day. They wanted to have the scene set at 2:45, when David usually arrived at Val's front porch. It was a hot day out so they made lemonade to offer David. Deb put on a bathing suit and proceeded to go around with the hose watering Val's plants. When she saw David delivering mail next door she sprayed herself guessing this would be similar to a wet T-shirt contest when David got close. Finally David was walking up to Val's mailbox. 

He was a little surprised to see her at Val's house, instead of at her own down the block. Deb caught his questioning look, and she explained that she took care of Val's house when she was away. She asked him if he'd like some lemonade, taking a sip of her own glass and licking her lips sensuously. "Sure," he said, though his eyes were on her bikini top rather than the lemonade. 

"Great," she said, "but I only have the one glass here. Come on in and I'll get another glass." Deb had to stop and bend over to turn off the water. She could feels his eyes staring at her ass as she turned around. She laughed and asked him if he enjoyed the view. He blushed, smiled and said yes, and then followed her like a puppy dog into the house. 

They walked in to Val's house. David held the door open for Deb and followed her into the kitchen for the drink. She had to stretch to reach the glasses in the top cabinet. David walked toward her to help but just as she started to stumble backwards he caught her under her arms on the underside of her breasts and her ass ended up pressed against his uniform shorts. "Wow, how embarrassing," Deb said, but he didn't move his hands, and then she could feel a stiffness in David's shorts. He still had his hands on her breasts as she spun around and leaned into him. She looked up at him and gave him a kiss on the lips. He looked surprised but didn't resist. She opened her lips and slid her tongue into his mouth. There was hunger in his response as his hands moved to the back of her head. Deb could feel his cock throbbing through his shorts, straining to be released. She turned her back to the helpless mailman and took his hands, placing them on her breasts again. With only the thin fabric of the two piece bathing suit between her flesh and his hands, David could feel her nipples protruding. With a very naughty look over her shoulder, Deb started grinding up and down against his cock with her shapely ass. 

He moved in to kiss the naughty neighbor Deb on the neck. David was now too far gone to wonder where the real lady of the house was, even though, unbeknownst to him, Val was hiding in the kitchen pantry, peeping through a small crack in the door. A voyeur in her own home, Val was becoming very stimulated by the scene being played out in her kitchen, enough so that she started touching herself, making sure no sounds escaped her lips. 

David put his hand into Deb's bathing suit bottom and ran his hand over her pussy. He felt her smooth lips and the wetness starting to coat her lips. She moaned as he touched her pussy. He slid his finger down her slit, separating her lips and probing for the deeper wet spot. He then pulled her bottoms down and off, and lifted her to the kitchen counter. She leaned back and gave David a good look at her pussy. He began to explore Deb's pussy with his tongue and lips. Deb and Val were enjoying this. 

Val thought it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. As she peered intently through the tiny opening in the pantry, her hand was busy inside her unzipped jeans strumming her clit feverishly. Although she was able to stifle any guttural sounds she might otherwise make, she was not able to control the squishing noises coming from her now soaking wet pussy as she stroked. 

Deb, meanwhile, was enjoying the ministrations of her very horny young mailman friend. As he licked and slurped hungrily at her tasty pussy, his saliva and her juices were running down her legs and the crack of her ass onto the counter, making a puddle of slippery fluids. Deb was pulling and pushing David's curly black hair and face into her crotch. Deb peered over David's shoulder through the opening in the pantry door, and for the first time saw Val. Val had several fingers inside her pussy. Val was pleasuring herself with a lot of enthusiasm. That sight, along with David's relentless tongue invading her, sent her over the edge of an orgasm, sending fluids shooting on David's face. David kept sucking on her lips, drinking her juices. "This is just what I needed," Deb thought, "A hot man who enjoys giving and receiving pleasure. Now I want David's hard cock." 

Deb pulled David up by his head and neck. His cock was at full attention. She guided his cock into her open, wet pussy. David's eyes grew large and all he could say was, "Oh fuck" as his cock sunk all the way into her pussy. He was enjoying his cock in her warm welcoming pussy. After several minutes of hard stroking his breathing was getting fast and knew he was ready to cum. Deb could tell David was about to explode. Deb wrapped her feet around his waist and ass pulling him as close to her as possible. Deb was going to enjoy this until the last drop of cum was pumped into her pussy. 

Val's orgasm came swiftly as she peered between Deb's upraised legs at David's heavy balls slapping relentlessly at her ass. Deb could feel David's cock swelling inside her, wanting to bathe her womb with his hot seed. Finally, as his breath shortened, she could feel him erupt inside her. Her pussy tightened around his cock as it sent rope after rope of his scalding cum inside her. Uncontrollably, Deb banged her heels into his ass, as if to urge him on. Val looked on with real sexual hunger as David continued pumping into her friend, licking her lips as she watched the cum overflow and leak out of her wet hole. Val could contain herself no longer as she stepped forward out of the pantry. 

Val dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and kneels down on the floor as David pulled his cock out of Deb's pussy. Val reached out and started rubbing his cock between her hands and put it in her mouth. At that point he was beyond surprise as the supposedly absent mistress of the house was obviously present, because she was now pulling his cock into her mouth and holding his balls. He had not lost his erection yet from pumping her friend, and she could taste the mixture of his and her fluids. 

She wouldn't let him go soft. He was as surprised as she was as Val sucked hard and was rewarded with another shot of sperm. Not as big as the load he had just dumped into her friend's pussy, but she was pleased as his cock spasmed and she felt the shot hit the back of her throat. Val realized that somehow Deb had gotten off of the counter and was now kneeling beside her, her hand on David's ass as she helped push him into Val's mouth. 

David's cock finally softened, although as he withdrew from Val's mouth it still appeared red and elongated. David himself looked a little in shock. He had never been double teamed before, and that second orgasm he had in Val's mouth he would have thought was impossible. 

Still in shock, he started pulling up his shorts. "I've got to get back to my rounds," he said, "but that sure was nice." 

"I'm glad you had fun with Deb," said Val, " but I'm not finished yet. As soon as you can get that thing up again and you finish your rounds, get your ass back here. My pussy is hungry." 

"Yes, ma'am," he stammered, as he put his thing back in his pants and stumbled out the door. 

"I think this is going to be a fun summer," said Deb, "don't you?" Val smiled, knowing she would be getting hers soon. 



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Editor's Note: this story contains explicit gay male sex. If this is not to your liking, please read no further.

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I feel sorry for my son to be Justin. For starters he is marrying my crazy daughter Amber. Having followed her here all the way from California, and agreeing to marry her (Amber's third marriage BTW—and she's only 24), Justin now finds himself 3,000 miles from home and friendless. Both his parents are dead and he's an only child. Of the friends he does have back home, not one is flying out for the funeral. The marriage ceremony I mean, which on a very modest scale will take place in my backyard tomorrow afternoon. If it rains we'll hold it on the screened-in lanai.

Now to top things off, it's Friday night and bachelorette party time and Amber is off with her assorted band of latterday hippy friends downing tequila shots at Pistols, the nearby gay stripper bar. And where would her future husband be all this time? Sitting home and drinking beer while watching reruns of Friends, I assume.

So I took matters into my hands and invited him over to my place for a two-man bachelor party. What fun! Hanging out with forty-something "Dad" while he burns steaks on the gas grill. Still, it's probably better than being alone...

When the doorbell rang, around 5 pm, I was out on the lanai prepping the grill. I was wearing a button-down Hawaiian shirt with a long tail that hid my Speedo; I slid my feet into mesh beach shoes. I'd told Justin he could spend the night so he brought everything with him: his rental tux in a garment bag; an overnight bag; and all the luggage he'd be taking on the weeklong Honeymoon cruise to Cozumel I was paying for. Smart. I showed Justin to the downstairs bedroom where he'd be spending the night (Amber, remaining chaste for the first time in her life, was staying at her bridesmaid's apartment), so he could put his things away, then got him a beer from the icechest on the lanai. Got another one for me as well. A college football game was on the flatscreen visible from the pool, Texas v. somebody. Who gives a shit? The sound was muted and I was pumping into the outdoor speakers an iHeart station self-described as "the Best of the Naughts." I was trying to make things as relevant as possible for Justin, poor guy.

"Don't mind me," I told him, "I'm just scraping down the grill. Feel free to go swimming if you want."

Justin held his hands out and audibly exhaled through his open mouth. "What a dumbass," he said, standing at glittering pool's edge, "I forgot to bring my trunks."

You're going on a cruise to Cozumel, I thought, and you forgot to pack a bathing suit?

"Well," I said, slugging down some Bud Light, "you're welcome to just...you know."

"Zat OK?" he asked uncertainly. "I mean..."

I didn't know what he meant. "Well, you can't borrow my bathing suit cause I'm wearing it. And the only other thing I might have that would fit you is one of Dawn's old panties."

"Oh. Who's Dawn?"

"Amber's mother."

"Oh. Right. And what's the deal with her and Amber again? Amber doesn't talk about her much..."

"They're estranged. She's living out in California now, coincidentally. With the guy she left me for."

"Oh. Sorry."

My future son said "Oh" a lot. Did that signify anything? "Don't be."

"But she's not coming to her own daughter's wedding?"

"No, thankfully. Doesn't even know about it. They haven't spoken in like...three years."

"No wonder Amber's kinda..."

Screwed up? I turned back to the grill. Scrape, scrape. Next thing I heard was a loud splash. A modest Justin had been waiting till my back was turned to quickly undress. Then he'd jumped in feet-first.

I put the scraper thing down. I turned. I admit it, I was curious. It's not every "father" who gets to see his prospective son naked the night before the wedding. Now I realize that water magnifies things, but I was pleased to see that Justin came very well "equipped." In theory he would be providing Amber her requisite pleasure for many years to come. Or many months, knowing Amber.

"Wow. Nice." I was staring.

"What?" Justin asked.

"Ice. On ice. Want another cold one?"

"Sure. Thanks."

When I returned Justin was standing in nipple-deep water at pool's edge, facing me. He was grinning for some reason. I looked down. Double wow. Justin's beautiful, circumcised, young man's penis was pointing at three o'clock. Allowing for water's distortion I judged it to be about seven thick inches. Six-and-a-half anyway. I swallowed.

"Someone's happy," I observed.

Justin reached for his cold beer. "This always happens. Whenever I go swimming naked."

"And do you do that often?"

"I have. Sometimes. In people's pools. Not the ocean, though. The water in California is too cold."

"Right," I said, the image of a breaching Pacific whale entering my mind for some reason. I drained my can of beer, crumbled it, tossed it toward the half-cleaned grill and announced: "Fuck it. I think I'll join you."

"Come on in," Justin said invitingly. "The water's perfect."

Because I was holding a beer—a new beer just fished from the Igloo's slush—I did not jump in feet-first like Justin had. I unsteadily descended the shallow-end steps instead. I waded toward my future son. We were facing each other. He was still smiling. I smiled. Set my beer can on pool's edge. Splashed relatively cool water on my face.

"You're right," I said, "it is perfect."

"Isn't it nice?"

It is. My next move was not a conscious one. I did not meditate on it. Reflexively, I simply reached out and took hold of the thing. His thing.

"Wow," he said. More importantly, however, he didn't jerk back and shout, "What the fuck are you doing you faggot!"

Justin just stood there, smiling benignly.

"Nice cock," I said.

"Thanks."

"Welcome to the family."

"Thank you. Someday I hope to make you a grandfather."

I winced. Grandfather? I'm 45. Which is the new 35. And I have the body to prove it!

"I love a guy in a Speedo," Justin said.

"You do?" my hand's grip of his cock firmer than ever.

"Yeah. It's so sexy. Sometimes I watch the Summer Olympics just for the diving competition. All those guys with beautiful bodies from all over the world in their Speedos?"

"Hm," I said.

"And my dad used to wear a Speedo when we went to the beach when he was still alive. I always thought he looked so sexy."

"You don't say." Meanwhile I had maneuvered around until I was standing behind my son. Never, however, having let go of his beautiful cock. I pressed up against him. Pressed my own hard-on, constrained by the Speedo, against one of his firm, bare cheeks. I began stroking him.

"Oh," he moaned. Then: "Do you think we should be doing this?"

Doing it because you want to save yourself for your bride on your Honeymoon or doing it—not doing it, I mean—because...?

"Isn't this, technically...incest?" Justin asked, after a bob of his Adam's apple.

"Darling," I replied, hand still working his stiff flesh, "we're not father and son till tomorrow afternoon. As of right now we're just friends."

"Oh."

"So..."

"So it's not illegal?"

"Illegal?" I laughed, I couldn't help myself. "Not illegal. Immoral maybe but not illegal."

Another clipped laugh escaped Justin's lips. "But then again what's morality? My freshman philosophy professor in college said...Oh! That feels so good..."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. Son."

"You're going to make me cum."

"So cum, baby."

"Amber claims I cum too soon."

"Amber's a slut."

"What?"

"I said Amber's a nut. What does she know?

"I tell her she's a slow-cummer."

"She is. I bet. Ignore her."

"I fuck her for like...fifteen minutes straight and she...Oh! Oh god! Your hand! I..."

Justin's head had rolled back onto my right shoulder. I didn't mind. He had short-cut dark hair. It was wet, and smooth as a seal's. He had a handsome face. Beautiful! Chistled like Tom Brady's. I kissed his shaven left cheek.

"Oh daddy!"

"Cum baby!"

He did. He had. I looked over his left shoulder. It was hard to see in water's blue glitter. But I watched the white streak from his stroked head. Streak, break apart and sink, in heavy globules. I'm not sure I'd ever seen a more beautiful sight. It was sort of like a mini Lava lamp. He stilled my frantic hand.

"Oh...," he cried.

"You OK?"

He nodded.

"I'll get us two more beers." 

Another nod. What a great bachelor's party this had been so far!

"The Notre Dame game comes on at seven," my arm around Justin's chest, the two of us waist-deep in my pool. I was kissing him again.

"Oh yeah?"

"You like football?"

"Not really. I like the halftime show at the Super Bowl."

"Oh."

"Who's playing this year?"

"In the Super Bowl?"

"Yeah."

"I couldn't say, baby. It's October." I reached down. His penis was limp. I fondled his spent balls. I was reminded of fresh apricots. In the grocery store. One time a lady had come up to me in the produce section and said, "You know how to tell the best ones?"

"They're soft?"

"No, get the firm ones. And let them sit out a few days. Then eat them, when they're soft."

"Oh. Thanks."

"Don't mention it?" she smiled, underneath a millimeter of caked makeup.

"Do you mind?"

"Hunh?"

I was speaking to Justin now. Backing away from his full, round ass I pulled my Speedo's string and wiggled it down. To my ankles. It took awhile. In the buoyant water.

Then I came forward again and pressed my own bare cock against my son's bare ass. I saddled in between his cheeks. In his deep crack. I rubbed.

"Hello again," I said. "My turn."

"You want to cum?" he asked.

"Eventually."

Justin took a swig from his can and set it, at arm's length, at pool's edge. "You want to cum in me?"

I wasn't expecting this. The Notre Dame game was coming on. What? Receiving a hand-job was one thing but...?

"You like that?" I asked. "Up the ass?"

Justin nodded. "Yeah. It's been awhile. I used to play around with guys in college. I had a few gay friends on the West Coast. Bi anyway..."

"Does my daughter know about this?"

"Some of it," he replied. "Anyway, she's been with other women before, in case you didn't know."

I knew.

"Well..."

"Thanks for jacking me off so well, Dad...," he said.

I was touched. Well, not so much touched as horny. For my newfound son. "Then let's dry off and go in the bedroom," I suggested.

"OK."

OK. The grill is still fucked-up, I forgot to take the steaks out of the freezer, the Notre Dame game is coming on, Amber and her girlfriends are sucking down Cuervo at a gay bar and...my son wants me to fuck him up his beautiful white ass! OK.

"Want me on my hands and knees?" Justin asked, at king-sized bed's foot. And how did Serta, et al. decide a bed was king-sized. Did they go around measuring bed-widths in Buckingham Palace? No matter. I told him I wanted him on his back.

My son was handsome—beautiful—had a great body, a big cock and balls, and I wanted to look down on him as I fucked his ass. His ass was hairy but that was OK. Was there anything hotter than a hairy guy's ass matted with sperm after bareback sex? Not that I intended on pulling out...

I fingered Justin's hole before entering him. One finger then two. He wasn't lying. He was no virgin back here. His hole, while not wide, was definitely not tight. I smoothed KY on my hard cock and Justin, in sync with my desires, lifted his legs. I penetrated him. Oh!

"If Amber could see us now...," I said.

Justin's asshole tightened around my still cock. "You think she might come back?" She'd been living at my house since her return from Cali.

"No," I replied. "Just a matter of speech," meaning figure. "Relax."

He didn't. I fucked him anyway.

"It feels so good," Justin said, eventually, "to have a, you know, man in me."

I knew. "You OK?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're like...the perfect size for me."

"Am I?"

"Oh, daddy!"

"Son! I..."

I came. Without a sound. I merely pumped and pumped my load up his willing ass. As my load dwindled and my cock began to shrink I thought about: Notre Dame football. The grill that needed cleaning. Last time I used it I'd gotten drunk, fallen asleep and left eight plump burgers on the grate. What a mess! I had miles to go before I...

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son."

"You falling asleep?"

"No! No!"

I jumped up. (What a mess!) "That was...amazing!"

"Thanks dad. For fucking me so well. It's been a long time..."

I was distracted. Looked at the clock. Notre Dame game, first quarter. I needed a Red Bull. Red Bull and vodka.

"Let's go!" I shouted.

"Hunh?"

"I'll make you dinner!"

"Should we, like, change the sheets?"

"Don't worry about it!"

I was energized. Steaks to defrost. I fell. Onto the edge of the bed. Even Justin's feet were cute. I kissed them. The room was spinning...

"Daddy?"

A nude Justin was stretched out on a chaise on my lanai. He was hard again. Semi...

"Yes, darling?" I asked. I was scraping again. Scraping. Last time I used the grill I'd left six—eight?—burgers...Did I mention that?

"You mentioned you had, like, some of your wife's panties...?"

"Ex-wife."

"Ex-wife?"

"Yes."

"Yeah?"

"So like," my future son said, "I have this, like, really girly feeling inside me right now since you fucked me?"

"Girly?"

"Girly. You know...?

I didn't know. Notre Dame had just scored. I hated Notre Dame! "So?" I asked. I tossed the frozen steaks were on the grill. They sizzled.

"You think I could try one on?"

"What?"

"Your ex-wife's...?"

Vodka and Red Bull. I was drunk. Beer and...What the fuck?

"Hummer?" I said, inexplicably.

"Hunh?"

"Tebow me..."

Justin got up. I led him into the master bedroom. Opened a top drawer. "Tease are..."

"Wow!" he ejaculated. Metaphorically speaking. "She left all these behind?"

"Great behind. Juss like my thoughter."

"Maybe you should lay down. Dad. You're like..."

"Fine," I stumbled, to a knee.

"Wow!" Naked, he had pulled one of them on. A size 7. Microfiber. Lavender? Touch of lace. Perfect fit. I kissed it.

"Blootiful!" I exclaimed, staggering to my feet, after caressing my son's ass. "Time to thurn the takes."

"Dad?"

What a party!



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Introduction:

This is aw a story about three friends who find themselves together after the rapture happens.

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Chapter 1: Cole

Cole is just an average guy who lives out in the country in a nice big house. He has a girlfriend named Cate. His life has been pretty normal so far. Nothing much exciting has happened. He hasn't been in any car accidents. Hasn't seen anyone die. Just a pretty normal life. But little did he know that his life would be changed when he went to sleep that one night. 

Cate:

Cate is a beautiful 26 year old young lady who also lives out in the country. She's a little shorter than she should be for her age, but she's OK with that. Cate has also had a normal life until that one day that everything will have changed for her.

Sarah:

Sarah, is a much more beautiful lady who is 28 and she knows a lot of important things and she has a good job. Obviously, she's the only one in this story who's not a virgin mainly because if her age. Her life will also be forever changed when she wakes up the next day.

Chapter 2: Cole

Cole woke up one morning and turned on the news. He was shocked at what was on. People were missing. Homes were on fire. He knew exactly what it was.

"Oh no!." He called Cate. Luckily, she answered.

"Are you OK Cate?" He asked frantically.

"Yes but my entire family's gone!"

"I'm so sorry!! Do you want to come over to be with me?" When she hesitated, he said, "I have chocolate?"

"Yes I'll be there.

20 minutes later Cole heard a knock on his front door. 

"Come in!" he said. "Holy Cow Cate!" HE said this because she was wearing a really low cut top and he could see the top of her breasts. 

"Yeah sorry Cole. I just needed to relax." She walked in and sat down on the couch as Cole got her chocolate. 

"Well Cole. I really don't want chocolate. I kinda more want this." As she said THIS she took her shirt off and her bare nipples shown in the dim light. She kicked off her shoes and stripped completely naked. She beckoned to him and he stripped naked too. He led her to the master bedroom where they started making out. Neither of them had ever had sex before. Cole laid down on the bed and Cate got on top of him. She slowly inserted his penis because she was still a virgin and didn't want to get hurt. She started moaning as she slowly went up and down and then she went faster until her breasts were bouncing up and down and she started moaning very loudly. When she climaxed she screamed and kept on bouncing on him. He kept fucking her until she climaxed over and over again. Finally he was ready to come and he climaxed into her. She begged him to keep his pens in her because it felt so good inside her. Suddenly the phone rang so he had to answer it. IT was Sarah. She was crying. Everyone she knew had gone with the rapture. She suddenly cried, "I'm so horny and i don't know why! I need sex! Can i come over?!?!?"

"That's fine!. We were just doing it."

"You were? You and who?"

"Me and Cate."

"Ah. That makes sense. Can i come over for sex though?"

"One sec. Hey Cate?"

"Yeah Cole?" She answered.

"Can Sarah come over and join us?"

"Oh yes that would be great!"

"Good news Sarah! You can come over and join us!" Cole said.

"Oh good thanks Cole!" Sarah answered.

20 minutes later there was a knock on the door so they went to answer it They bother still naked and they were surprised to see that Sarah was already naked. She had huge succulent breasts that seemed to bounce with every step. We led her into the bedroom. Cate and Sarah started tongue kissing. Cate sat down on my penis again an started the bounce. Sarah laid down on top of my across my chest so i could squeeze her breasts. She started moaning. Cate got going so fast she started moaning really loudly. She started to scream as she came. With two naked women on top of me i couldn't take it and came right after Cate did. Cate got off and came over to me so i could suck her breasts. Her nipples were hard and they were pulsing. 

"My turn." Said Sarah and she got on top of me. As soon as she started bouncing she moaned really loudly. When she really got bouncing her huge breasts were bouncing up and down vigorously. Cate sat down on my stomach and started rubbing her breasts against Sarah's as they Sarah bounced on me. Sarah loved it so much she started screaming. She wouldn't stop screaming. When she came she screamed so loudly I'm sure our neighbors would have heard, had they still been there. She got off and told us to suck her breasts because she had milk. As soon as we started to suck her nipples they sprayed milk. Her milk tasted amazing. It was cold and refreshing. I started to pound Sarah from behind and she started to scream again. 

Cate was on the bed and she was getting eaten out by Sarah. Sarah's huge breasts hung down and were bounding rapidly. I turned Sarah over and fucked her missionary style. She came again and again. Her huge tits lactated by themselves this time. Her sex began to squirt. Milk and Sarah's juices were spraying everywhere. Cate wanted another turn so we laid on the bed all day and all night having sex until we were exhausted. We just stayed there for the ears to come. WE had sex every day and every night. I had everything i needed. Two naked women with incredible abilities that were all mine. We got married in the years to come so i had two wives that would fuck whenever we wanted to, which was always. My life had changed drastically and i was the happiest man on earth.



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Samantha enjoyed being married. She had not expected to be in a rut after only three years though. She was working, Jason was working and somewhere sex had fallen by the wayside. She was just as much to blame for the lack of innovation in their sex life she supposed. She lay next to Jason, who was starting to whisper in his sleep. He never talked to her about the dreams.

Jason's hand stroked his cock slowly as he watched his friend slide his thick, hard cock over the woman's breasts. Her tits were big, the nipples like two hard cherries. He wanted to suck them, but as always he abided by their rules. Gary's cock was sliding back and forth between Faye's cleavage slick with sweat and the precum from Gary's penis that was red and twitched violently whenever Faye's pink tongue flicked it's engorged tip. Jason's own cock was longer than Gary's and was not circumcised, his thumb caressed the tip of it and his other hand reached down to play with his balls. He moaned. Right now all he wanted was to have Faye suck him like she was now doing to Gary or to slam all 9 inches of his dick into her wet pussy. 

He took his hands away from his hard shaft; Jason did not want to cum just yet. He preferred to draw out the pleasure. Gary had turned himself around and was lapping at Faye's shaved cunt. Greedily Faye continued to suck his short thick cock milking it and licking it, while her moans were muffled. Gary captured her clit and sucked and lapped at it, her vagina already slick covered Gary with its sweet juice. Jason shuddered as he saw Gary's cock convulse shooting it's cum into her throat, spilling over the corner of her lips. Faye's hips bucked, grinding her pussy into Gary's face as she came moaning and screaming. It was too much. Jason stroked his dick and shot his hot cum all over Gary and Faye's still writhing bodies.

Moaning Jason woke, he was so hard, but he did not wake Samantha. Instead he went to the bathroom and jerked off. Samantha had an early morning meeting and he did not want to wake her. 

Samantha sighed. He was being considerate again. Angrily she pounded her pillow and buried her face into it. Maybe she would get lucky in her dreams too. She had a plan though, with a little help from some mutual friends she hoped to revive the passion that they had before they had married.

Later at the office Jason found it difficult to concentrate. At lunch he wandered into the corner deli. He had picked up a Tom Clancy novel and was flipping through it, when the woman's voice interrupted him. It was the woman from his dream, Faye. He had been Gary's best man at their wedding. His early morning dream of their menage a trois came back vividly. He watched as Faye wiped at the coffee that had spilled down her shirt. She smiled and asked if he'd like to help. He turned red, but felt himself ache. Faye licked her full lips and brushed her foot against Jason's calf. They looked into one another's eyes. He looked away first.

"I want you to fuck me, you know." Faye remarked matter of factly. 

Jason felt distinctly uncomfortable. His penis was stiff, aching and there was no way he could stand up and leave without people noticing his very hard arousal. He found it difficult to look at Faye. Sure that if he did he would throw her onto the table and screw her until she screamed. Faye tapped her long red nails against her cup and continued.

"I've always imagined that your cock would taste so good throbbing and spurting into my mouth. You know just looking at you now imagining your hands on my tits...........I know you like them, Jason. Wouldn't you like to play with them suck on them, bite them, rub your dick all over them?" She slid her hand under the table and caressed his thigh. Jason shivered.

"Jesus, Faye. We can't."

"Why not," she purred. "I won't tell. Gary doesn't mind. He has his own diversions. Come on Jason , Samantha won't know. " 

"I have to be back to work," he whispered lamely. The last thing he wanted to do was go back to the office. She smiled. Faye leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, very chaste. "Back to work for you then, but call me tonight. Gary's out of town. We'll talk." 

The smile that graced Faye's face was anything but innocent. She waited until Jason had left, and fished her cell phone out of the seemingly bottomless pit of her purse. The number rang six times and she was about to give up, when Samantha picked up. "So, how did it go?"

"He was so sweet, Sam, he's worried about you finding out," Faye giggled, "It's nice to know that some men have a conscious, but I think I've got him snagged. Are you still on with Gary tonight?"

Throughout the day images of him and Faye danced provocatively. Staying late to finish reports, Jason came home to an empty house. Samantha had left a note saying that leftovers were in the fridge, and that she had gone to the movies with friends. He stripped off his suit and slipped into his sweats. Going down to the basement that had been converted into a mini gym, he stepped onto the stair climber and 30 minutes later was dripping sweat. His stomach growled. Now even leftovers appealed to him. 

Jason ate the food, not tasting it, as he stared at the phone. Faye had said to call her. Going into the living room he collapsed onto the couch. He picked up the phone and pressed Gary's number on the speed dial. She answered slightly out of breath.

"I wondered if you were going to chicken out," Faye giggled when she heard his voice. "What shall we talk about," she teased, " the incredible hard on you were sporting over lunch, or how hot and wet I was?" 

Her voice was piquing his cock's interest. "You need to be fucked, don't you Faye? Not made love to, but fucked. What are you wearing, you little cock teaser?" 

"Jeans, a t-shirt, white cotton bra and panties. Mmmmmm and right now my jeans are feeling a little too constrictive. Wish I had your hand between my legs now. I'm going to slide my shirt off." Jason heard the whispery sound of the cotton over her skin. His hand was slowly caressing the skin over his chest and abdomen. "Take off your bra, Faye. Your nipples are hard aren't they?" He could hear her breathing. "Rub them, Faye, pinch them, play with them." 

Faye was kneeling on her bed just wearing her jeans. She could see herself in the mirror. The phone crooked between her shoulder and ear. Her hand caressing her smooth white breasts. Her nipples were very hard and very sensitive. Her nipples were dark rose buds and she bent her head down to lick the tips. When she described what she had done to Jason, she loved the way he moaned..

Jason's penis was throbbing. He slipped his sweatpants down freeing his erection. His hand caressed his balls as his cock twitched impatient for attention. Faye was describing how wet she was.

"My jeans are soaked, Jason. You've made me so fucking wet." Faye unbuttoned her jeans and held the phone to her crotch so he could hear the zipper going down. She slid them off and stroked her pussy through the silk of her panties that were nearly transparent from her juices.Letting herself moan and whimper so Jason could hear her as she stroked herself to orgasm. Jason had wrapped his hand around his rock hard dick and caressed his cock when he heard her moans he felt his cock spurt. Groaning he whispered hoarsely, "I want to feel my dick in your mouth and cunt so bad, Faye."

"I know you do, baby. What do you suggest we do about?" Samantha was not at the movies. Although she was in point of fact going to be out with a friend. She found herself remembering the first time she and Gary had played together. It had been at Gary and Faye's cabin just last summer when both couples had vacationed together.

Samantha had left with Faye to go on the nature walk, but she felt tired and had turned back. She had walked in on Gary who was masturbating. He had blushed and then the rest of him had almost matched the deep red of his hard on. Samantha was flustered, but she had not wanted to leave, she had walked in front of Gary. She sat down. There weren't any words. Samantha had settled back in the easy chair as Gary reclined on the couch and fondled his testicles. His thumb caressed the tip of his erection lovingly. Her breathing came faster. Her shorts were chafing her, but she didn't move to touch her self. 

She had been mesmerized by the look on Gary's face. The way he licked and bit at his succulent lower lip as his hand stroked his cock. His eyes stared into hers and she shuddered. Walking over to him, Samantha knelt down and slid her shorts down. Gary placed his large hand over her mound covered by the white nylon of her panties. He sighed as he felt how hot and moist she was through the material. Her hands covered his and she rocked against him, gasping as his thumb rubbed against her clitoris. His hand was moving up and down his incredibly thick cock as he rubbed and caressed her. Samantha whimpered in her throat. Her head went back as she came against his hand. Gary silently guided her head toward his erection. Her lips opened wide as he slid it into the wet warmth and spurted his cum into her throat. She swallowed eagerly some seeped from the corner of her lips and she licked it away.They rested. and then each stood up and went to their rooms to clean up. 

Just thinking about it made Samantha wet. She was meeting Gary at one of the vacant apartments in a building he owned. There were rarely any words between them. She liked it that way. Sometimes Samantha thought Jason would never shut up. There was no furniture in the apartment. Gary pressed her up against the window and she had a great view of the city as he slid his thick cock into her from behind. It throbbed and pulsated as his finger manipulated her clit and his beautiful mouth sucked and kissed the back of her neck. She pushed back against him wanting him to go deeper. Gary pulled his cock out of her. He breathed hotly into her ear, "You want more don't you? You're just a slut , Samantha. A slut who wants to taste her cunt juice on my dick." Samantha whimpered his fingers were making her shudder. When he felt her knees give out, he turned her around. Gary grasped her hair and thrust his cock deep into her throat. 

Jason was going to be putting in more hours at the office. Which was just as well. Sometimes she wondered how she had gotten to this point. She was twenty eight years old with a husband who was becoming more straitlaced and less adventurous by the day; and though she would not take back having married Jason for anything; Samantha wished she could find the words to tell him what she needed. Jason was so conservative. He picked out lingerie of wispy lace and silk, which she used to like when she was in college. Now she was different person. When she had met Jason she was still a girl. The girl had become a woman. A woman who had had lace and romance along with the white wedding, and now she craved pure passion. Jason was hard to talk to these days. He put in fifty hours a week or more at the office. She did not want to cause him any stress, so it was no complaints and keeping up appearances. Tonight all of that would be changed.

Faye was waiting for Jason at the motel. It was cheap and rented by the hour. She opened the door wearing a green satin bra that pushed her breasts up, out, and inviting. She wore the matching French cut panties over garters and sheer silk stockings. Jason could feel himself grinning like a school kid after hearing school was let out for a snow day. "I hope you fuck as well as you talk, Jason."

"I'll take that as a challenge," he walked inside. 

The decor was motel bland. It was clean. It was functional. 

Jason hung his blazer in the closet. He loosened his tie. "Take it all off baby," Faye hooted. She had curled up in the middle of the bed. Her legs curved under her. The radio was stuck on an oldies station, heartbreak hotel came on. Laughing Jason, strutted around the room doing a very bad Elvis imitation. Kicking off his shoes, he slipped off his socks and twirled them over this head. Letting them drop, he unbuttoned his shirt and then unzipped his pants. Faye was whistling, and whenever she applauded , Jason was treated to the sight of her tits bouncing in a very enticing way. 

He turned away from her and slid his pants down. Today he had not worn underwear. Faye licked her lips, she loved his tight little ass. When he faced her again, wearing only his white shirt open, his cock was doing a little dance all its own. He stalked over to the bed and gasped. Faye's nails were dancing over his abdomen. Her nails were long and polished (Samantha had always kept hers well manicured but short and without polish) a deep blood red. She caressed the inside of his thighs with them and he sighed, calling her a cock teaser. 

"That's right, honey. I'm going to tease you," Faye rubbed his penis over the satin of her bra, her nipples strained against the material. "You little bitch," he moaned his breathing had quickened and his fingers combed through her long red hair. He pulled her head back and bent over her and licked her lips. They were soft and lush, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her. Still standing at the edge of the bed, he shrugged off the shirt and looked down at her. "Take your bra off, I want to play with your tits." Faye unhooked her bra and slid it off. He watched as she rubbed her palms over her nipples. His cock was already throbbing he held his cock and rubbed it over those luscious white globes. Faye whimpered she loved the way that felt and looked. She flicked her tongue over the tip of Jason's cock. "Did I say you could lick me yet, cunt?" Jason tugged on her hair getting her attention. "No," Faye whispered, "please let me lick your cock, baby."

" Not yet, Faye. I told you I want to play with you until you beg me to fuck you."

He knelt down and his hands cupped her tits. His thumbs rubbed her nipples and she massaged his shoulders. Faye could feel it in her pussy which was hot and aching to be touched. Jason wetted both nipples with his tongue. He lapped around the soft rose colored aureoles and the creamy white skin, like kitten with a treat. Finally he took one hard nipple, red from arousal, into his mouth and sucked. Every time he sucked he felt his cock grow harder. His left hand was stroking her thigh, while his right hand played with the other tit. His fingers pinched and stroked it. He switched nipples and could feel her growing more excited.

Faye was moaning loudly. When he nipped and sucked on her nipples her clitoris swelled, her pussy throbbed and she could feel how wet she was. She tried to slip her hands in between her thighs but Jason stopped her. "Oh no you little cock tease, you cum when I make you."

"Please, Jason touch my clit; rub me, fuck me baby."

He smiled and spread her legs. Keeping his hands on her breasts, he squeezed them as he kissed the inside of her thigh between her stockings and her panties. He could smell how much she needed his cock. His tongue lapped the soaked satin crotch of her panties. She pushed herself towards his teasing mouth. Faye tasted so good, sweet and musky. He stopped and ordered her to take off the panties he pushed her back and still on his knees he ran his tongue over her moist folds. Tasting her his mouth sought out her swollen clit and sucked and worried it. Faye was screaming his name her hand pulling at the bedclothes as she came and came. Jason stood up, taking her hands he moaned "Stroke me I want to watch myself shoot all over your tits. "

Faye first took he thumb and caressed the head of his dick and spread the precum over it. The head glistened, the veins of his cock pulsed. He was so long and hard. Her hands wrapped around it and she stroked up and down fast and firm. Jason watched swearing softly, and moaning he watched as his semen exploded out of his cock. Faye felt it spurt over her chest and opened her mouth and felt some spill into it. She loved the way he tasted, next time she would suck him. Shuddering he lay down next to her and watched as she rubbed his hot cum over her tits and stomach like lotion. That was making his penis come to attention again. Faye leaned over and kissed him. Their mouths wide open their tongues slick over one another. She cupped his ass and slid one long nail down the crack then pressed in between his asshole and scrotum. He felt his cock go rock hard. He wanted to fuck her. Faye got on all fours on the bed. She looked over her shoulder, "Want to be my stud?" He grinned and slid his dick into her very wet cunt from behind as he thrust into her. Faye felt him inside of her and she pushed back against him, panting. He was so big, her vaginal muscles squeezed him as he slid in and out.He had slid one hand around and was fingering her clit. They both came together sharp and hot. He slid out of her and they collapsed next to one another. Propping herself up on her elbow she looked down at his smiling face. "Was it good for you," she asked trying to sound serious. Jason's smile probably would not have come off even with a crowbar. 

* * *

Gary was enjoying his back rub and the details of Faye's evening. Faye finished and collapsed next to him on the bed. "I really don't think those two talk about sex, actually I don't think they've ever talked about it." Greg propped up on one elbow and agreed, " Well, I've invited Jason and Samantha to the cabin this weekend. It's funny, I can tell Jason feels guilty about fucking you. It's going to be a hot weekend , either he's going to enjoy himself or kill all of us." His grin spread and he snuggled up close to Faye as they fell asleep spooned together.

***

Gary carried the tray into the living room. Grinning he told Faye to open wide and tossed a grape into her mouth. Samantha applauded and collapsed onto the floor beside Jason. "Well, what is on the agenda for this evening?" Jason asked as he piled cheese on a cracker and crunched, dropping crumbs over his flannel shirt. "You think that you'd be housebroken by now," Samantha laughed and brushed the crumbs from his chest.

"Well instead of a card game, let's play truth or dare," Faye suggested. 

* * *

"Truth or Dare, Gary?" Jason asked. "Truth"

"Ok, who gave you your first blow job?" Gary rolled his eyes,"Faye, honey, I'm sorry but it wasn't you. It was Carol Freehling."

"Details, we want details," Faye pounded the carpeting. "I was fifteen and Carol was my sister's best friend. They were both back from college for summer vacation and she was staying the weekend. She snuck into my bedroom and I woke up with my dick in her mouth." Samantha was giggling "Are you sure it wasn't just a wet dream?"

"Nope no stains on the sheets," Gary paused for effect . His audience groaned. 

"Truth or Dare, Faye?" Samantha grinned, having discussed the evenings events in detail with Gary and Faye earlier.

"Dare." Faye smiled.

"I dare you to suck my husband's cock while we watch." 

Jason choked on his wine.

Faye grinned and crawled over to Jason. Samantha snuggled up to Gary who was massaging her shoulders. Faye unbuttoned her denim shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. She ran her hands over her large breasts. Jason was having a hard time breathing and an even harder time someplace else. Taking his glass from him , Faye rubbed it over her nipples and put it down. She pushed his legs open and unbuttoned his jeans then carefully slid down the zipper. "Don't be shy, Jason. We've planned this for such a long time."

Jason shuddered, feeling his penis finally rising to the occasion. He looked over to Samantha and saw that Gary had slid his hand up her sweater and the other was caressing her thigh. He felt the soft brush of Faye's hair on his belly and felt her hands stroke him as she sucked on his balls one at a time. He did not want the sensation to stop and as Faye played with him he watched Gary undress Samantha. His wife's small pert breasts were flushed.




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Gary licked Samantha's neck and she moaned. She moved closer to Faye and locking her eyes with Jason's she pulled Faye's skirt up and pulled off her panties. Faye's sigh of pleasure echoed off his hard dick and her tongue abandoned his throbbing balls to tease the underside of his penis. Samantha's tongue flicked over Faye's moist lips, tasting her. She felt Gary behind her rubbing his thick penis over her ass and into her ass as his fingers played with her clit. Jason felt Faye's mouth envelope him, sucking firm and wet. He started to spurt and Faye pulled away to allow it to shower over her chest. She turned to allow Samantha better access to her pussy. Jason cradled her between his legs and his large hands played with her tits, massaging his semen over her breasts like lotion. Gary rubbed Samantha's sensitive clitoris unmercifully as he finished inside of her snug little ass. She sucked at Faye's fragrant cunt as she climaxed. 

Entangled together they collapsed .The only noise was the sound of their breathing and the night sounds of the forest.



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Friends: Deleted Scenes - A Dry Spell

Author's note: Thanks to all my readers for your comments. I have several stories in the works, but am always willing to hear suggestions for storylines, or general comments. Feel free to e-mail me.

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Ross hadn't had sex for months. Sure, he had gone without sex before. In fact, many times Ross had unwilling considered himself a sexual camel. But usually his dry spells were only for a few weeks at a time, and this one was slowly becoming a full-fledged, horn-dog, sex drought.

Now there he was. Sitting and watching Baywatch at Joey's place. Halfway though the opening credits, a hard-on filled his pants, as he watched the sexy lifeguards running. So many luscious and various breasts bouncing. Big ones; small ones; medium ones. All bouncing... bouncing.

Ross used every trick in the book to hide his pants-tent from his friend. It would be just too embarrassing if Joey noticed "it". The program went on. More running. More perfect views of those sexy bodies. Those tits. Those legs. Those asses.

He debated sneaking into the bathroom and relieving his sexual tension.

"No... not with Joey here," he thought to himself. "That's... that's just too... gross! Damn, I've got to get my mind off all this."

He stood to go, quickly turning away from his friend. "Hey man, I'm gonna... head out. Tell me how it ends, huh?''

"Dude, you know how it ends," Joey replied, his eyes barely leaving the screen. "They disable the bomb, and then they run on the beach some more. That's the beauty of this show!"

"Right. Well, I'll see ya later."

He left the apartment, and hesitated in the hallway. "Maybe I can just hang out with Chandler and Monica for a while," he thought. He looked down at his crotch, and decided that his boner might not be noticeable. And it would go away soon enough, if he could just get his mind on other things.

Ross opened the opposite door, and poked his head in. The living room and kitchen were empty.

"Chandler? Mon?" he called, though none too loudly. He didn't want to disturb them, if they were "otherwise occupied," after all, SOMEONE in the world must still be having sex.

There was no reply to his quiet call. "They must be gone," he assessed. Ross slowly entered the apartment, wondering if it would be wrong to "use" their bathroom.

As he walked that way, he heard a soft moan coming from the direction of the bedroom. It obviously was his sister. Ross turned to leave, but found himself frozen by her second moan.

"Oh damn... she sounds so erotic," the thought whimpered. His eyes rolled, as he found himself even more aroused than before. "It... it couldn't hurt to just... listen... for a while."

He knew he shouldn't do it, but still, he tiptoed to the bedroom door, listening intently for Monica's steamy vocalizations. Ross stood there and slowly unzipped his pants, afraid that even the zipper would be heard by the amorous couple inside. The door was slightly ajar, and he leaned his ear in, as he rubbed the renewed firmness of his cock.

Monica groaned deeply. "OOHHHHHNNNN..." Her breathing began to take on a subtle panting. "Ohh... mmm... mmm..."

"Omigod," Ross mouthed the words. He couldn't believe how hot this was. With his libido overriding his better judgment, Ross slowly pushed the door open a bit more, and peeked inside.

Instead of Chandler and Monica, Ross saw only his little sister laying on top of the bed. She was reclining back into the pillows. Her knees were up and spread, feet flat on the mattress. With her bathrobe undone and draped to her sides, Ross saw that she was wearing lacy white bra. Monica's eyes were closed and she gently bit her lower lip as her right hand moved inside her panties. Her left hand showed the extent of her arousal, as it tightly clutched the top blanket.

Ross' hand moved faster on his shaft. He was so fixed on the vision before him, that he failed to notice the door continuing its slow swing. It bumped against the wall, making just enough noise to rouse Monica from her lustful world. Her eyes shot open when she realized she was no longer alone.

"ROSS!" she screamed. She quickly jumped off the bed and wrapped herself in the robe. "What the HELL are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Mon, I'm so sorry," he apologized, stepping toward her with palms out in an attempt to calm her. He was completely unaware that he was still exposed.

"Where you WATCHING me?" she asked the obvious question. Anger flared in her blue eyes as she stared at him.

"No... no... I was... just... concerned that, uh... that the noise... coming from this room... this, THIS room... uh... was..." As Ross stammered for the nonexistent answer that wouldn't make him look like a pervert, Monica glanced down and saw his stiff, jutting manhood.

"Okay, Ross. You're still... OUT," she reminded him, as she averted her eyes, somewhat embarrassed.

Ross quickly zipped up, taking care not to catch himself in the metal teeth.

"It's just... It's been... It's that... I'm in a bit of a... dry spell. Well, actually, Mon... I, I haven't had sex in over four months. And I heard you, um... in here... and... and you were just so... I just... I just couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well... you can just 'help yourself' when you get back to your apartment."

"But Mon, couldn't I just... couldn't I just.. watch?... you?" He asked with a nervous giggle.

"What? NO!"

"Well, um," he cleared his throat and managed a nonchalant look. "W-, why not?"

"Because! Because... it's too... too personal. I wouldn't feel comfortable with you... 'pleasuring yourself"..." she found she was even embarrassed to say those words, "while you watch me... pleasure MYself."

"Well, do you do it for Chandler, don't you? I mean, not that he ever... um, ever... told me... anything."

Monica made a mental note to rip Chandler a new one when he got home. But right then, she only wanted to end the awkward situation. "Yes, but that's different," she said with an attempt at finality.

"Why?"

"I don't know," she whined, in frustration, then looked at the floor as she played with the end of the robe's sash. "Because... because I'm engaged to him... and... and you're my brother! It would be... EEWW! Can't you just go home and... do... 'stuff' there."

"Well, I could... but Mon, you know the whole time I'll be thinking about you laying there..."

"DON'T!" She held up her index finger, as she looked wide-eyed at him. "Don't say it."

"Mon, it's... it's not like we'd be having sex or anything..."

Monica stared at him with a quite troubled look, as she pondered. After all, he'd already seen her. He'd already heard her. And she knew he was right - even if he left, he would be thinking about her "display".

"All right," she whined in concession. "But not in here. That'd make it even weirder than it's going to be. Let's go out in the living room."

As she followed Ross through the doorway, she found herself thinking about that sight, the moment she opened her eyes. She always did like watching a guy masturbate. Seeing his hand slide up and down his shaft. Watching his balls move as he jacked himself off. Hearing his grunts as he got closer to ejaculation.

Monica snapped out of her erotic thoughts when she noticed Ross standing in the middle of the room, waiting for her direction.

"Um, you better lock the door... and then just... sit on the coffee table. I'll be, I'll be right back," she said as she walked over to the bathroom.

"Is Chandler..." he began to ask.

"He's working really late tonight," she called out. "That's why I was... you know. I didn't really... want to wait for him."

Ross sat there, somewhat nervously, waiting for her to return. When she walked back in, she was holding each palm upward, her fingers slightly cupped, holding something. She stood beside him, summoning the will to treat this like a normal thing.

"Okay... um..." she hesitated on the words, "you should, um... pull your... pants down."

Her eyes went to the large bulge in Ross' underwear as he opened his pants. His erect penis popped into full view and he eased his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Monica leaned over and spread hand lotion all over his shaft. She tried not to look at him, but his stare was unavoidable.

"So you don't... you know... chaff... or anything." She glanced at him only briefly, then her gaze locked on her hands as they worked him over. 

"Uh hum... thanks," he mumbled, dumbfounded, as his sister smeared the thick liquid all over his cock. He too was staring at her handiwork. Small feminine fingers and hands gliding all over his hard pole. Monica coated it well, and couldn't help but notice how it twitched under her touch. She resisted the urge to tighten her grip and truly stroke him. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't stop her if she did that.

"That's um... that, that should do it," she said softly, as she stood up and wiped her hands on the front of her pink robe. She tried to force her mind away from the hard cock that she was just handling. "So how do we..."

Ross answered her question as her voice trailed off.

"Well, sit on the couch. And maybe... kind of... lay back, uh, into the corner."

Monica nervously looked around the room, as she scooted back, resting against a pillow.

"Now maybe, maybe open your robe," he directed, uncertain of the boundaries to his requests.

Monica paused as her fingers slipped into the loosely tied belt. She silently told herself, "Okay, he already saw me." 

Then, she pulled and it unweaved. She opened the garment, still unable to make eye contact. However, they both noticed how her hard nipples peaked the material of her bra. Monica knew where she needed to take this, and although her mind said it was wrong, her body clearly approved.

Head down, her hands slowly traveled to her face. As she gently held her cheeks, she brought her forearms in, pressing together her bosom and accentuating her cleavage. In the periphery of her vision, she saw Ross take hold of his cock, and begin moving his fist up and down.

She closed her eyes and brought her chin up. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hands down her neck and chest to her breasts. She tried thinking every erotic thought she could, to try and get herself in the mood. Monica cupped and fondled her breasts, feeling the texture of the lace and the soft swell of the flesh inside. 

Ross stared at her hands. He watched as they followed the sexy curvature of her breasts. The hard oval of each nipple slightly discolored the white lace that failed to hide it fully, as it rested in the crook between her thumb and forefinger.

As Monica caressed her upper body, Ross' eyes followed up the long locks of black hair that cascaded down her chest. He gazed upon her stunning beauty, amazed that his little sister could be so seductive and so desirable. Right then, she was the truest definition of a cocktease. He admired the erotic look that lit up her face. Slowly he stroked his well-greased dick, easily pretending that it was a woman's wetness coating him.

Monica felt her arousal beginning to grow. She almost forgot that she was the object of her brother's lust. Her fingertips traveled downward. Her abdomen flinched as her fingers brushed across.

Up to this time, she had kept her feet on the floor, and her legs together; supposing that it would somehow give her a little modesty. But now, modesty was the last thing in her mind.

In one fluid motion, her hand traveled along her thigh as her leg slowly raised up onto the couch. Her little foot pressed into the couch cushions, as her hands glided back up the insides of her thighs. Ross heard an exhaled, almost whispered, moan coming from her parted lips.

Ross stared between her legs. The narrow straps of her white panties came over her hips, The waistband went down in a gentle V, to a low point just inches above where he envisioned her pubic hair began. An opaque front panel hid everything, and made him long to see what was within. 

Her hands slowly rubbed her thighs, running laps from her knees to the edge of her panties. Then her right hand paused at the fabric. It purposefully moved inward and settled over her covered mound. In exact synchronism, one hand made its long oval path along the inside of her left thigh, while the other rubbed up and down the short distance from sofa cushion to the thin waistband. As she did this, her middle finger gradually pressed deeper into the crease beneath the cloth. 

Ross slowed his jacking, not wanting to cum too quickly and end this erotic scene. He watched his sister's hands travel her lower body. Her stomach fluttered as her breath began to stutter.

"Go inside," he said softly.

Monica's eyes opened. Her motions momentarily stopped. Ross' hand was cupping his balls, as the other slowly stroked the shaft. Its head was pointing straight up at the ceiling. She caught herself imagining him spurt, and wondering how high it would shoot. She gently shook her head to make the thought go away. She was letting her brother masturbate to her, but she knew it was dangerous to reciprocate the desire. 

"Can you... can you put your hand inside?" he reiterated. "Like... like before?" She simply nodded and closed her eyes again.

Monica slipped her hand in the waistband. Slowly it went deeper. She focused on the varying sensations. The softness of her satin panties on the back of her hand. Her palm being rubbed with the gentle coarseness of her pussy hair. Damp soft flesh submitting to her fingertips.

Ross watched luster of the fabric changing as Monica's knuckles moved and bulged the cloth. He glanced up at her bra, then her face. His sister's eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. Her fingers were eliciting a soft whimper from her lips.

"What a beautiful mouth!" The thought stilled his actions. Perfectly formed. Just the right size and shape. He saw her tongue laying inside. He wondered what that tongue and mouth could do with...

Just then, his dreaming was startled when Monica moaned deeply, shifting her hips.

He looked down and saw that the shape of her middle finger beneath the fabric had temporarily disappeared. It gradually came back into view with her hand's long slow motions. Monica fingerbanged herself like this, rubbing her clit with each stroke.

Abruptly, his sexy sister arched her body, pressing her shoulders into the couch. Her ass lifted off the cushion, and her finger went all the way in, to the last knuckle. She settled back down onto the couch, causing it to come slightly out. But that didn't matter to her. It was deep enough. Ross watched as her hand squirmed around in her panties.

"OH!," she moaned softly, "oh yeah... mm!... mm!"

Ross began working his dick up and down again. The slick feeling was beginning to go away as the lotion was rubbed into his skin. He watched as the outline of his sister's hand once again showed her long strokes to both her cunt and clit.

Somewhat oblivious to her brother's renewed jacking, Monica's left hand slowly glided over her leg and up her stomach. It rested at her breast and undulated as she groped herself. Her fingers slipped behind the fabric, and she pulled the cup down, finally exposing some of her hidden flesh to Ross. Indeed, her nipple was beautiful, dark, and hard. She gently pinched it, and squeezed the soft mound that bore it.

"Ooo..." she purred, then she whispered to her imaginary lover, "yes... oh yes."

Ross hated to break her focus, but his own lust was too much to contain.

"Can I see?" he asked, quietly.

Monica opened her eyes. After a brief moment, she realized what he was asking. "I, I guess so," she replied hesitantly.

Her hand eased out of her panties, and her fingers hooked the fabric at the left side of the crotch. She pulled the white satin out of the way, showing her brother just how wet she had become. The smooth skin around her lips glistened with an erotic sheen. A well-groomed strip of jet-black hair started just above her clit and went up, to end somewhere still hidden by her panties.

"I mean, um, take them off," he clarified. From the start, Monica pretty much knew that this would happen at some point.

She settled both feet on the ground and lifted her butt off the sofa. Her panties slid down her thighs. When they reached her knees, she leaned forward, pushed them down her calves and took her feet, first one, then the other, out of them.

Ross didn't even have to say another word. Monica knew the full intent of his request.

She lifted her foot back up onto the couch and slouched down as she sat. Monica was fully spread in front of Ross, showing him a part of her body that most men would never see. Her pink clit protruded out from between cute little pussy lips. As her wrist rested on an upraised left knee, her other hand slid up her right thigh and brushed slowly across her swollen pussy lips.

As much as she tried to detach herself from the situation, she found herself staring at Ross' cock. His hand was moving the skin up and down. She gently bit the side of her lower lip and allowed her fingers to trace small circles on her clit.

"Uh... uh..." she whimpered. A little shiver shot from her clit, all the way up her back.

"Do it, Mon," he said, half demanding and half begging. She knew exactly what he meant.

Her hand went lower and her middle finger began to slip between her pussy lips. The first knuckle disappeared. Then slowly, the second knuckle. Finally, the rest of her hand cupped herself and she began masturbating in full view of her brother. But this time, she didn't close her eyes. She didn't want to live in her own world. This time, she wanted to see Ross jacking off as he watched her.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, without even trying for the seductive tone that oozed out.

"Exactly," he replied, his gaze flitting back and forth between her pussy and her face.

They masturbated for each other, for what seemed like hours. Neither one wanted to cum first. It seemed that neither one wanted this dirty game to end.

Ross would jack himself hard, until his ejaculation began to rise. Then he would quickly back off, fondling his balls as he felt the surge subside. His hand would grip his shaft again, starting slowly, and working himself back into the cycle. Over and over as he watched Monica.

For her part, his raven-haired sister found ways to attend to her own body's needs. She slowly frigged her pussy, as she watched Ross stroke. She watched and was enthralled by the way he teased himself into nearly cumming several times. 

Gradually, her fingertips went to her clitoris. As the slow circles grew in speed and pressure, her free hand went to her face, cupping her cheek. Her pinky finger slipped barely into the side of her open lips, teasing her mouth's need more than fulfilling it.

Suddenly, her head flew back with a shriek. "OH!" Her fingers stopped their fast, hard rubbing and that hand clamped over her mound. Monica's head dropped forward with a moan as she licked her lips, savoring her almost-orgasm. Then her hands came up to massage and grope her breasts before slipping back down to give double attention to her pussy and clit. Her slow rubbing began again.

Ross was spellbound by his sister's actions, yet he wondered if she would do other things for him.

"Um... Let me, uh, watch you from behind," he voiced his next desire.

"Okay," she agreed softly with panting breath. She was far too aroused by this point to say no. And truthfully, she was kind of enjoying acting like a slut.

Monica stood up and removed her pink terrycloth robe. She draped it over the couch and turned around. Then she rested one knee on the couch and leaned forward, balancing herself on the back of the furniture. Her left hand took over where her right had left off.




Friends: A Dry Spell



"Damn, she's got a nice ass," Ross mused. He watched the silhouette of her hand moving in the crook of her thighs.

"Lean forward more," Ross instructed. He wanted a clear view of his sister's pussy and fingers as she played with herself.

Monica first ran both hands through her long black hair, hooking it over her ears. Then she moved down the couch a bit to give herself more room. Bending over, she laid her forearm down the length of the back cushion.

"Mon, can you, um, spread your legs some more?" he asked, still with a sheepish tone.

She grabbed onto the arm of the couch for support. Her left foot slid sideways on the floor, and she lifted her knee, moving it into the center of the cushion. "Like this?" she asked.

"Oh god, yes," Ross groaned, amazed he was seeing his little sister in such a nasty pose. Her smooth pussy was framed by her ass and thighs, bringing to mind a Penthouse pictorial from two months back. "Just like that."

Without a further word, Monica's hand slipped back between her legs. Four fingers slid up and down the full length of her cunt, rubbing her outer lips. Ross stared at her manicured fingernails, focusing on the light pink, almost peach, nail polish. Then the sparkle of a large white diamond caught his eye. He couldn't NOT look at it.

His little sister was wearing her engagement ring. His beautiful little sister... his beautiful sexy little sister was wearing her engagement ring. His sexy, desirable, hot little sister was wearing her engagement ring as she put her body on display and masturbated for her big brother.

"Omigod, this is so hot!" he murmured. He watched as her middle finger bent and the tip glided inside. The digit snaked in and out as her other fingers continued rubbing up and down her shaven skin.

Monica was moaning deeply now, as she settled back into her fantasy world. But this time, she was dreaming of the man sitting behind her. And she was doing nothing to stop the dirty thoughts. Her brother was the man she wanted to please right then.

Ross' eyes ran the length of her slim, sexy legs. He imagined what they would look like, if she was wearing stockings and stilettos at that moment. He licked his lips as he stared at her little ass, the flesh taut from her position. No girlfriend... and no wife... had ever done this for him before. But here was his younger sister acting like a pornstar, just to help him get off. He still couldn't believe this was happening. "Damn, is this all a dream?" his mind questioned.

As if to find out, he reached across the couple of feet that separated them and gently caressed Monica's ass. She flinched slightly, awoken out of her fantasy. But she offered no protest. His hand moved down her leg, feeling her soft skin, as her own hand continued servicing her pussy.

Monica relished the light touches on her bottom and legs. She didn't know if she should tell him to keep doing it, but she certainly didn't want him to stop.

Ross watched Monica penetrated herself with a second finger. Her ring finger. The two digits worked in and out of her pussy. Her head dropped down to the padded couch-back and she gave a low guttural groan. Ross let go of his dick and used both hands to explore Monica's body. Caressing her legs... ass... back. Reveling in what his sister was doing, and what she was allowing him to do.

He reached between Monica's thighs, cupping his sister's hand in his own. He felt it writhe in his palm as her masturbation went on. At this, he took hold of his hard cock and stroked it in time with his incestuous partner. Monica felt when his hand left her ass and she quickly stole a glance through her legs to watch his actions. She could see nothing but hand, cock, and balls. She watched for a moment as her brother jacked off.

"Ross," she whispered.

He answered softly, "What?" as he continued enjoying her.

"Come around front. I want to... um..." She hesitated.

"You want to what, Mon?" he gently prodded her.

"I want to... to..." Monica was afraid to admit her desires.

"What?" he prodded, quietly but firmly. "Say it, Monica."

"I want to watch you rub yourself... that's all," she lied. Her brother quickly decided that if she was willing to help him like this, he certainly could do what she asked.

Still holding Monica's hand and crotch, Ross pulled his feet out of his pants and stood. He leaned in and "accidentally" rubbed the shaft of his dick on her butt cheek, though he did it far too many times to pass for "accidental." She turned her head and, out of the corner of her eye, caught him in his cheap thrill. Noticing her knowing smile, he realized he'd been busted. "Sorry," he said guiltily as he let go of her and walked around the couch.

Strands of long hair had fallen haphazardly across her forehead and face. He lovingly brushed them away as she looked up at him with longing. Then her eyes fixed on his cock, waiting for her brother to start.

Ross reached down and grabbed onto his member. He slowly stroked it, eye-level with Monica and pointing straight at her. He imagined it shooting right then, firing his white jizz all over her beautiful face. Ross dared to hope that his sister might let him do that; that she might have had that in mind when she asked him to masturbate for her.

Monica watched the skin flex and stretch under his handling. Her own hand continued its work, causing her to make little peeps of pleasure. She licked her lips, quite absentmindedly, as she watched Ross jacking off in front of her.

Then, saying nothing, Monica reached out and took hold of Ross' cock, pushing his hand out of the way. He stood there, arms at his side, as his hot little sister began to stroke him.

She felt its firmness in her hand and the softness of his skin. She kept a somewhat loose grip, preferring at first to simply caress, rather than jack him.

Monica glanced up at him. "You don't, um... mind... do you?" she asked, quietly.

He cleared his throat and replied, in that low desperate voice that attempted to hide his desire. "Whatever...uh, you want."

Her grip tightened around her brother's dick. The skin began to move up and down, under her hand's control.

Monica spoke to Ross, though the way she stared at the motions in her hand, it almost seemed as if she was addressing his cock.

"Does that... feel good?"

Monica had given handjobs to many men before. Of course, there was Chandler, and her earlier boyfriends; and even a stranger in a bar once when she'd had too much to drink. She had learned what guys generally liked. But for some reason, Monica felt almost... virginal... and she wanted to make sure that she really was pleasing Ross.

"Uh hum," he responded, in a bit of a daze.

Monica started to stroke him faster and harder. She watched his balls move forward and back with as she masturbated him. It felt good to have a cock in her hand. It always had. But for over a year, the only cock had been just Chandler's. She hadn't realized how her hand had been craving something new. All this felt unbelievably erotic, that the cock in her hand wasn't Chandler's; and yet, it was strangely soothing, that it was her big brother's.

By this time, she had stopped fingering herself; her attention solely focused on jacking off Ross. Her free hand made its way up from her pussy and cupped his balls. She gently squeezed them as she stroked the hard shaft. He felt the dampness on her fingers as she rubbed him.

"Oh, Monica," her brother moaned.

"Come closer," she directed, softly. Ross was nearly pulled by his dick toward her. Monica's hand left his balls and snaked back between her own legs. Her finger dove in, as she resumed her responsibility of pleasuring them both.

She now was stroking him at a more leisurely pace. Her soft moans told him that she was matching those movements on her own body. Ross saw that his cock was so very close his sister's face. Never had he imagined that he would ever see her gorgeous face and his dick in the same view. He wondered if they had already gone way too far in this.

"Uh, Mon," he said.

She ignored him. In Monica's mind, the line wasn't being crossed. Rather, it was being pushed a just little farther away with every passing moment.

Monica's hand stopped. For a split-second, Ross feared that she realized just exactly what they were doing, and had decided to end it.

Instead, her eyes closed. The tip of her tongue slipped out barely past her lips, and she took a long, slow lick up the side of his shaft. This was followed immediately by a series of wet, tongue-kisses.

"M-Monica," he stammered.

"Shh, let me do this for you," she mumbled, as she continued bathing her brother's cock with her tongue. 

"Omigod," he whined.

Monica gently chastised him between licks, her eyes still shut the entire time. "Look... you're the one... who... wanted... me... to help you."

"Yeah, but-"

"Shut up, Ross," she interrupted him, letting him know that she was going to blow him, whether he liked it or not. And like it, he did.

He refused to admit it out loud, but his sister's tongue felt so good, running all over his cock and balls. Then she went over the top, and he watched half his dick disappear. He fought the urge to grab her head and push all the way to the back of her mouth. If she was going to do this, it was best to let her do what she wanted. 

Monica's head bobbed up and down his cock. Her own finger restarted its motion in and out of herself. Soon, Ross heard a series of loud, sloppy moans coming from his sister, as she strove to maintain both his blowjob and her masturbation.

She tried to focus on licking and sucking the cock that was in her mouth. Yet her own desire to cum kept invading her thoughts.

Normally at this point with Chandler, she would have flipped on her back and told him to fuck her. But she knew that wasn't an option with Ross. Still, she would allow herself to do pretty much anything else for him. She would even let him cum in her mouth, if he wanted that.

"After all, none of these other things are REALLY sex, right?" her mind questioned.

She just couldn't let him in her, she decided. As much as she wanted a good hard fucking right then, she just couldn't do that with her brother. What they were doing... what SHE was doing was border-line. But to screw her brother... that would be just WRONG. 

So the only thing she could do was keep masturbating. Indeed, she was certain that she could make herself cum, as she'd done so many times before.

Ross was nearly in a trance, watching Monica's blow-job and listening to her erotic sounds. He had no idea her voice could be so provocative. He almost wanted to congratulate Chandler on his excellent choice of a wife. But clearly, Ross knew that this evening would have to stay between him and his surprisingly willing sister.

Monica's eyes opened as she felt a hand gently take her chin, and the cock was pulled from her mouth.

"What? What is it?" she asked. Her hand paused as she sat up slightly. "Am I doing it wro-"

"No, no," he reassured her with a smile. "Believe me. You're doing it right. Oh god, you're doing it right... I, I just had an idea. Something else I'd... I'd like to do."

To answer her questioning look, Ross walked around the couch and picked up Monica's bathrobe. He draped it over the wide arm of the big chair, and took her by the hand to lead her over. He sat Monica down, to straddle the arm. Ross looked up and down her open, inviting legs. The bare balls of her feet rested on the rug in front of her, giving a perfect curve to her flexed calves. His mostly naked sister watched him, still uncertain of his plan. 

Ross stripped off his shirt, and moved toward Monica. He put his hands around her waist and squatted slightly to line up his dick between her thighs.

"Wait! No, Ross. We can't," she protested, placing a small hand on his chest.

He paused, then gave a gentle laugh. "Oh, um, no Mon, I wasn't trying to, like, have sex with you. I just... um, wanted you to, you know... rub... on my... y'know... with your..." She knew.

"Oh," she said, somewhat relieved. "I guess, I guess that would be okay. Um... I guess I could do... that."

Even though they were having almost every form of foreplay known to man, it never struck them that they were laughably uncomfortable talking about it.

Monica put both hands on his chest, scooted back, and raised up slightly off the broad chair arm. Ross slipped his long hard cock underneath her, feeling her wetness as his member skimmed against her pussy. His knee pushed into the chair seat and he lowered his weight down onto the very end of arm. Monica settled in, her lace bra grazing his torso. One nipple still exposed and barely touching him.

They sat there, closer than they'd ever been before. Closer than any brother and sister ought to be.

She began rocking her body, rubbing herself along the length of his shaft. His pubic hair tickled her clit each time her hips pivoted forward. Little twinges of pleasure signaled in her frame.

"Like this?" she asked softly, her gaze riveted on his neck.

"Oh, Monica, like that," he assured her, still grasping her tiny waist. Soft wet pussy lips kissed his penis. A hard fleshy rod throbbed against her cunt.

Ross stared at his little sister. She seemed almost unaware that her fingertips were playing in the hair on his chest; gently caressing his muscles. Her rocking continued, and those soft short moans began emanating from her again.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes. His baby sister was doing things for him that he'd never done with anyone else. His hands came up and he wrapped her in his arms. Such an intimate, yet carnal embrace. 

He pulled his head away, and her face came up. They looked into each other's souls. Ross leaned in, and Monica's eyes slowly closed as his lips barely brushed against her own. But before they could kiss, she jerked away, her body stopping.

"No, Ross. I can't kiss you. I can't... like this..."

Ross chuckled softly. "You can, you can do all that other stuff... but kissing is out?"

"Ross, please. I'll do this for you, but I just- I, I can't..."

"No, that's okay, Mon. Just, whatever you're okay with," he said tenderly.

Monica thought for a moment. "Maybe I should... turn around," she offered.

As if dismounting a horse, she swung her leg over the chair arm, but Monica quickly was back in the saddle, facing out the open window.

She said softly, "Oh god, I hope no one's watching us."

"Just don't think about it," he replied, sliding his dick back under her. His abdomen pressed against her ass.

"Yeah, I guess if anyone's looking, they've already had an eyeful," she conceded. Then she looked over her shoulder. "But we really need to finish this soon. This is the last thing Chandler needs to walk in on." They shared a little laugh, imagining how much he would freak out. "So do you think this will make you... you know."

"Uh huh, I think it will."

" 'K," she acknowledged. Monica turned back and placed both hands close together on the arm of the chair. Her hips resumed their short, slow rocking motion. She felt her clit rubbing on the firm ridge of his head. "Omigod," she muttered with a soft moan.

Ross ran his hands along her back, caressing her soft skin. He came to her bra. Monica felt his fingers dip into the elastic... a gentle pulling of the cups against her breasts... and then a release of the pressure supporting her chest. It didn't matter that she was already nearly naked, nor that she was using her body right then to try to make Ross cum. No, it was just that simple action, that one thought; her brother was undressing her. THAT was the most erotic thing to enter her mind all evening.

He slipped the straps off her shoulders and slid them down her slim arms. She looked down at her bra, hanging around her wrists and draping over her hands.

This was so dirty. This was so erotic. This was so much what she wanted.

Ross brought his hands up and cupped his sister's breasts; something he'd wanted to do ever since he watched her doing it herself, a short while ago. They fit perfectly in his hands and he began caressing them. Tracing their hard areolas and the peaks of her erect nipples. Monica felt her brother giving soft squeezes to her breasts, and gentle pinches to her nipples. Her mind shifted between the sensations in her lower and upper body.

Monica's fingers dug into the padded chair arm. The sturdy furniture was holding up quite well, despite its unexpected use. Her left foot rested on the floor. Her other knee pressed into the cushion, with her foot hanging off the chair. She felt Ross' leg rubbing against her ankle as her body moved. His stomach against her back. His hands on her breasts.

"Damn, Ross would be such a good lover," she allowed her mind to admit.

Her hips continued their work, moving back and forth. Ross reveled in the sensation as Monica's pussy lips rubbed up and down his shaft. The robe beneath where their genitals met had turned a deeper shade of pink, as Monica's body responded to her activity. Soon, she was practically drenching his dick with her arousal. 

"Ohhh Monica, that's it," he groaned.

"Can you... can you cum?" she asked, panting, as her labor of love went on. Monica herself wanted to cum and she knew she could cum. Hell, if this was going to get Ross off, there was no reason she shouldn't get herself off, too.

"Oh, totally," he replied, with his hands roaming her body. "Just don't stop... oh, don't stop, Mon."

There was no way, by that time, that she would stop. Her body moved with a workout more satisfying and more enticing than anything she'd done at the gym. She focused on the hard dick underneath her. The occasional flinches of that cock. The warmth and pressure against and just inside her pussy lips. The feeling of the head now grinding against her clit. 

"Uhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Oh god... oh... oh..."

Her long hair had fallen across her face, though she neither noticed nor cared. A chill shot down her back as she felt fingertips brush the left side of her neck, pulling her locks over her shoulder. The gentle caresses on her cheek and neck raised goosebumps. Her brother's soft touches were in stark contrast to her own rapid, impassioned motions.

"Oh yeah... mmm... like that... just like that," he encouraged his sister as he kissed along her neck.

"Uhn... uhn... uhn... mm... oh god... oh god... mm..." she uttered, her crescendo approaching. His hot exhale on her neck and shoulder gave an added aspect of eroticism for her to focus on.

Monica felt Ross' body begin to tense. His stomach undulated against her back as he took deep rapid breaths.

"Keep going... keep going..." he said through clenched teeth.

She ground herself against him, moving her hips as rapidly as she could. Monica wanted her own orgasm, and hastened to bring it on. She directed her thoughts to the wonderful titillation of her clit polishing his head; the way his ridge slipped back forward and back across her sensitive flesh.

"Almost there...." he grunted.

"Ross, please, not yet... please... let me cum too," came her breathless pleading.

But groping his sister's body, feeling her cock-dance, and hearing her beg to cum; all were more than he could resist. Ross groaned as he fired between her legs.

"NOOOOOooooo," she cried out, momentarily feeling deprived of her climax.

Concentrating only on the sensations in his body, Ross threaded his arms under hers, and pulled her back against himself. His fingers wrapped up and over and pressed into her shoulders, holding her in place. Monica felt his cock throb with ejaculation.

Her hands clamped onto his hips behind her as she attempted to keep rubbing herself against his shaft and head. Her breasts swayed on her chest, bouncing between his forearms. Her lower body's actions persisted frantically. She looked down and saw streams of cum still landing on her robe and hitting the insides her thighs as Ross' months of pent-up passion exploded.




Friends: A Dry Spell



As the rush abated, Ross began sliding back and forth, feeling his sister's soft wet pussy on the top of his dick, and her textured wet terry-cloth robe below. Eyes closed, he kissed the back of her head, lovingly. He let go of her shoulders, then one arm dropped down and across to grab her tit. The other hand brushed her hair away from her neck. Ross passionately kissed and licked along the side of Monica's neck as he kept her trapped in his embrace, fondling her breast.

"Oh, Monica," he moaned, oblivious to his sister's lurid plight. She was still trying to rub herself to orgasm on him. But with Ross' languid sliding and Monica's frenzied pace, they couldn't fall into sync. She hovered so close, yet her zenith was enticingly out of reach.

"Make me cum, dammit," she whined in frustration, her hips acting with a mind of their own.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, Mon," he said quickly with realization. "What, what do you want me to do?"

"Just make me cum," his sister replied, panting. "I'm... I'm so tired... but, but I need it, Ross... 

His hip motion stopped and his free hand slipped down between Monica's legs. Ross' fingers found her clit, just as his dick slid backward beneath her to give access to her flesh. His fingertips moved in tiny circles, with her clitoris tucked between them. He kissed her earlobe. She felt his breath blowing across it as he spoke.

"Will this work... for you?" he intoned with still-heavy breathing.

Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of being masturbated. Both her clit and her breast receiving their own specialized attention. Massaging fingers. Talented hands.

"Maybe... yes... I... I don't know..."

"Just let it come, Monica," he whispered. "Let it come."

His voice was somehow erotic and comforting at the same time. Her lips parted and she moaned softly as she melted in Ross' embrace. She wanted so much to let him bring her.

Incestuous rubbing was soon joined by Ross' renewed kissing along her neck. The whirlwind of action of a few minutes before was replaced by an equally enticing, yet far more romantic scene. She turned her head to him, silently beckoning his lips to her own. Her prohibition of kissing was quickly forgotten as the siblings devoured each other's mouths.

She wrapped her hand around his head, holding him near her shoulder. Monica's covered moans grew louder. She broke their kiss just long enough to say, "Press harder."

Ross followed her direction, and Monica simultaneously pushed her crotch down against his hand. As she did so, she felt the head of his cock begin to part her lips. The strong teasing of her clit was overshadowed by the simple, firm pressure at her entrance.

"Omigod," she thought, "he's almost in me. No!... no, we can't."

But her hips seemed to disagree. They imperceptibly slid forward and back, rubbing his head as far in as the dark-haired beauty dared to go. She ended their impassioned kissing and turned back, away from him.

"Monica, can you-"

"I don't know, I don't know," her whining answer interrupted him. "Ross, I, I need you to make me cum."

With new vigor, his finger worked back and forth, firmly on her clit.

"No, Ross," she whispered.

"What should I-"

"Please don't make me say it," she blurted out, shaking her head.

Then the realization of her meaning hit him. For the first time, he noticed that his dick was still hard; that his cockhead was just barely inside her. Ross' hand stopped moving and he simply held her.

"Mon, I... I need to know you... um... want..." His words trailed off.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly as she struggled with the admission.

"Say it," he whispered in her ear, sending an inviting chill down her spine. She almost felt as if she had no choice but to follow his direction.

"Go-, go in me. I need to cum. And, and I know that'll do it."

Ross gave her a kiss on the cheek, that was brotherly, yet in this circumstance, strangely erotic. He released her breast and her body was gently but firmly pushed forward. She lifted her ass slightly off the chair, to let him go all the way in. Her hands rested on the back and arm of the furniture. She stared at the floor behind it. Her mind forced away the gravity of what they were doing, and what they were about to do.

Monica felt his hands run along her back. They slipped around her waist, and came to rest on her hips.

Her head came up and her hair flew back, and she groaned deeply as she was gradually filled with her brother's cock. 

"Do it, Ross," Monica begged, quietly. "Make me cum. Please... please," she fought to say the word, "fuck me 'til I cum."

Ross slowly began screwing his sister. After everything she had done for him that evening, he was more than willing to fulfill this lurid duty.

As soon as she experienced the first sensation of penetration, Monica became quite desirous to let him fuck her. The feeling of that hard dick repeatedly filling her was taking her higher, little by little.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah," she gasped between exhales, "... do it slow."

In... and out... in... and out... he granted her request. As he did her, Ross played with Monica's long black hair, that flowed over her shoulders and down her back. So soft, so sensual, so sexy.

"Oh yes... yes..." she whimpered, eyes tightly shut. 

"Oh god, Monica, this feels so good," he groaned.

"I know... I... please... keep doing it..."

"Uh huh," he agreed simply, as he stared down at his dick sliding in and out of his sister. Her hot, wet, velvety pussy gripping him tightly. It was the most erotic, dirty, glorious sensation he'd ever had.

He touched her; every part of her that he could reach without stopping their fuck. Caressing her soft shoulders and arms. Cupping her hanging breasts. Gripping her firm ass. Rubbing her trim legs and toned ass.

Soon, Monica found herself pushing back onto him, in perfect time. Her orgasm growing, fed by his hard flesh.

"Harder... harder..." she directed, "I like it hard..."

Ross complied and a sensual feminine grunt popped out of her with each thrust. "Uhn... uhn... uhn... oh... yeah... yeah... hard... hard!..."

She felt her breasts swaying beneath her as her body was rocked by her brother's loving force. His hands wrapped around her hips, holding onto her for leverage, as he pounded his thighs against her. His dick buried all the way in her each time, ramming against the upper wall of her cunt. His loose balls slapped against her tingling clit.

"OH! OH! YEAH! FUCK! ME!" she screamed. "OH! ROSS! ROSS!! HOLD ME! HOLD ME!"

Monica stood up slightly and was enveloped into his arms. He squeezed her tit and sucked on her ear and kept on fucking her body. If only he could have seen the look of utter sexual abandon that graced her face, Ross probably would have shot again on the spot.

She aimlessly reached back, trying to find his body. Wanting to touch him. All she could find was his hips and then his head. Her fingers gripped his hair for a brief second. But then she contented herself with grabbing his forearms, as they enfolded her.

"Uhhhhhhh... UUUUHHHHH..." Each moan grew in volume and pitch. Her climax began to swell upward from her pussy. Her fingers clutched his arm, in a white-knuckle grip. "UUUHHHHH!!... OH YEAH!," she screamed as the full strength overpowered her. "AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Ross held her upright as he thrust forcefully up into her. Monica convulsed with her orgasm. Each thrust sent a spasm through her frame. Her petite body was racked with lusty fury, and she was able do nothing but let it to happen to her.

Monica's face matched the impassioned intonation of her voice. "YEAH... OH YEAH... OH!... OH!... YEAAAHHH!!!... UUHNN... UUHNN... Uuhnn... uuhnn... mmm... mmm... ohhhh... mmmmmm..." Her moans took on a sexy mellow whimper as she came down.

Her exhausted body collapsed in her brother's arms. Time seemed to stop as they stood there like that. Ross holding her. Tenderly kissing her neck. His hard cock still up inside her. Both panting for air. Soon, Monica brushed her tousled hair from her face as she swallowed and cleared her parched throat. Her lips, dry from her erotic screams, were soon moistened by her able tongue.

She moved, causing Ross to release her naked body. Monica leaned forward and pulled off him.

Silently, they looked around the room, both catching their breath and wondering what they should do next. Neither sibling felt embarrassed or guilty, yet both questioned whether they ought to.

Monica picked up her robe from the arm of the chair, and upon noticing the very damp fabric, decided against putting it on. She demurely tried to hide her breasts with her forearm, as she glanced around for any other garment.

Ross looked at her and smiled at the cute absurdity of her modest gesture.

"C'mere," he said as he took Monica's elbow and pulled her to him. She found herself once more in his embrace and instinctively nuzzled his neck. Her nipples pressed into his chest. She felt his cock against her stomach. Monica looked up at him with soft eyes, taking in his smile, which she genuinely returned.

Ross kissed his beautiful sister. Their mouths embraced over and over. The emotion they shared in those kisses was one that they knew could never be described to anyone else. Equal mixture of sibling love and sensual love. Their lips slowly parted. 

"Thank you," he said simply, as he stared into her dazzling eyes.

She put her head on his bare chest and caressed his back, as she replied, "Any time, big brother... any time."



Friends: A Little Office Sex



Chandler had been fooling around with Rachel's boss, Joanna, in her office. When she was called away to a meeting, she teasingly locked him to her desk chair, sans pants, to wait for her return. Unfortunately for him, she called later to tell him that she would be delayed for quite a while.

Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position. They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave.

But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved. In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door.

"Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office. Now I know why," Rachel pleaded.

"Hey, look, you're in trouble either way! Okay? If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation.

"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she suggested.

"It still wouldn't be clean," he replied, eliciting a look of disgust from Rachel. "All I want is my freedom."

"Foot rubs for a month!" she offered.

"Freedom!" he insisted.

"I'll take all of your photos and put them into photo albums!"

"Freedom! I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me?!" Chandler opened the door and called to Rachel's coworker, "Sophie, help me! Help me!!" Sophie stood up to help.

"Sophie, sit!!" Rachel ordered. Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed.

Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag.

"No! Would you just calm down!" she said to Chandler, her own calmness completely gone.

Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag. It left his mouth with a 'pouf'.

"I'm gonna say this for the last time," Chandler began with measured tones. "Would you please just…"

As he was speaking, he moved his arm and the upper file drawer rolled out. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.

"I uh... will buy and wrap all of your Christmas gifts."

"No!"

"I, ah… Oh! I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!"

"With extra pulp?" he asked, with false brightness.

"Yeah!!" Rachel said happily, thinking she'd finally found a deal.

"No!"

"D'oh!!" she exclaimed, frustrated. She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. "I've got it!"

"You don't have it," he said suspiciously.

"I have so got it." She cleared her throat. "Well, you said that Joanna would be gone for a couple of hours." She moved in close to him. "So, I'm thinking... a little touchy... a little licky... a little sucky..."

Rachel's eyes matched the seductive tone of her voice. Her tight body was invitingly close.

"Well, oral IS good..." Chandler said, with feigned contemplation. "But won't Sophie wonder why you're in here for so long?"

"No, she's really not that smart..." she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm thinking of something... that rhymes with oral..."

Rachel thought for a moment. Then she took a quick step back.

"NO! No deal!" she said, pointing her finger at him.

"Oh, come on. What's the big deal?"

"Look, I didn't even let Ross do that when we were dating... and I was in love with him. There's no way I'm gonna let you put YOUR thing..."

"All right, all right... calm down. How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk?"

Rachel looked at him with suspicion.

"Okay, but only if I get some oral too. I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Deal?"

She extended her hand, except instead of offering to shake his, she did a more appropriate thing, and placed it on his crotch. Chandler looked down.

"Deal!" he said putting his free hand on her breast. They each gently squeezed their handful.

"Now, unlock me."

Rachel retrieved the key from her pocket.

"So can I pretend that you're my secretary? 'Miss Green, can you come in her and take some DICK-tation?'"

He laughed, but received only a testy look from Rachel.

"Look. Don't push it," she warned.

Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.

"Hmmm... you can't really move until I unlock you..."

"Yes, that's kind of how handcuffs are designed to work," Chandler snapped back. Rachel was undaunted.

"Well, what if I'm not ready to unlock you?"

She slid the key in her pocket and pushed down the front of Chandler's boxers.

"What if I want to do some stuff to you while you're cuffed to that filing cabinet?"

She began to stroke his now-hard rod. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response.

"I'm beginning to see why Joanna wanted to have you as a boy-toy. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.

Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him.

"I think I want to play with my toy... a little touchy..." she whispered, "a little licky..." She licked the length of his cock.

"A little sucky..." She placed her mouth over his head and gently suckled on the end.

"A little more sucky..." she purred. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard.

"AAAWWWWWWW!" Chandler groaned.

"SHHH!" Rachel shushed him, "Sophie's still at her desk. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered back, " but it's really hard not to..."

"Well do I have to stop?"

"No no, let's not get hasty. I'll be quiet. I promise."

"Okay," she smiled seductively, "because I want to keep sucking on my toy."

Rachel was jacking his dick as she held the front of his underwear down.

"Y'know, these are just in the way. I don't think I want them on you anymore," she decided.

With that, she pulled down Chandler's boxers and gently slapped his feet to get him to step out of them. Her hands glided back up. She slowly stroked his rod and fondled his balls.

"There. Isn't that much better? Just think of it as a different kind of freedom," she said as she put Chandler back in her mouth.

Rachel held his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Chandler watched his beautiful friend sucking his cock, and tried for all he was worth not to make a sound.

Her movements gradually transferred from her whole body to just her head, allowing a faster blowjob as it moved back and forth. Chandler rested his head on the file drawer behind him, breathing hard.

Rachel's mouth left his cock, and her hand took over, stroking him in time with her previous sucking.

"Does my boy like the way I suck his toy?"

Her lips were instantly on his sack, sucking on one of his balls.

"Oh yeah!" he said in a low tone.

"Good, because I wouldn't want him to re-neg on our deal," she said, then slowly licked the bottom of his shaft as she watched him.

"Oh, I won't," he promised.

With one last series of licks and sucks, Rachel stood, and moved in close to him.

"You actually thought I might let you do me in the ass, huh? So, do you like my ass, Chandler?" she teased.

"Oh yes, it's very very nice," he said nervously.

Rachel was wearing a dark grey pantsuit. She turned around and pulled the jacket up to reveal her butt. It filled the cut of her pants nicely; tight enough to be a little provocative, yet still very professional for the office.

"I think I have a nice ass, too. I work very hard at it, you know..."

She backed into his hard rod, and rubbed the shaft with her butt cheeks.

"... making sure that it's firm... and tight... and sexy... I want guys to want to fuck it... but you know that they can't..."

A small drop of precum beaded out onto the fabric.

"Uh, Rach... if you keep that up... I'm probably going to blow my load all over your suit."

She laughed sexily and turned around.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we," she said as she reached up and unlocked the handcuff from the drawer handle. "Why don't you go sit in Joanna's chair."

Chandler went and sat down. Rachel strolled around the end of the desk and came up behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, then teasingly jerked his head back so he was looking up at her. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, upside down. A long wet kiss.

"Time for your part of the bargain."

Rachel spun him around to face her. She undid the single button on her jacket, and allowed it to fall open. Removing it, Rachel tossed it across the desk. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt under it. Rachel looked at Chandler sitting there in only a blue dress shirt.

"I don't think you should leave that unattended," she smiled.

Chandler caught her meaning and gladly stroked his rod as he watched his sexy friend strip.

Rachel unzipped her slacks, stepped out of them, and draped them over her jacket. Beneath her v-neck top, her obviously erect nipples told Chandler that her only underwear was the lacy yellow thong that hung loosely in front of her trimmed snatch of hair. It was held on only by simple strings as straps. She stepped toward him.

"Take this off me."

Chandler gently pulled on the front and saw the pussy hair that was veiled by the lace. His hands eased her thong down her thighs, and it fell the rest of the way to her ankles. Rachel lifted her high heels, one by one, to step out of it.

His hand traveled upward, and he brushed his fingers across her pussy. She was already quite wet. Rachel read his mind.

"Giving head always gets me VERY horny," she explained.

Chandler slowly rubbed her pussy lips as Rachel ran her fingers through his hair.

"Mmmm, yeah," she said softly.

His other hand moved up and under her shirt, and groped her breast.

"Oh, yeah," Rachel moaned, brushing her long hair from her face. "Oh, Chandler, sweetie, I like this and all... but I REALLY need you to lick me."

"Well, that was part of the deal..." he agreed, trying to hide his excitement.

Rachel moved between Chandler and the desk. She leaned back against it, giving him the slightest peek at her pussy. He leaned in and gave her a little lick. She gasped at the tingling in her clit.

"You need to be up on the desk," he suggested.

She hopped up on her boss' desk and put her high heels up on the arms of the chair. Chandler sat between them, and had a wonderful view of her slim thighs, shaved pussy, and little clit. He ran his hand up her leg, caressing it from ankle to puss.

Chandler rolled the chair toward her, bringing her feet much closer to her butt. He placed the flat of his tongue against Rachel's pussy and slowly licked it. Rachel let out a little moan.

"Remember... no noise," he whispered.

Rachel replied, a bit annoyed, though not at him, "I know... I know!"

Chandler enjoyed the tables being turned, and he resolved to make it good. He traced the outside of Rachel's labia with his tongue. He wanted to tease her. Make her want more than she was getting.

He flicked the tip of this tongue gently across her clit, barely brushing it. He softly blew cold air onto it, making her shiver.

"Oh god, you're killing me," she whispered in frustration. "Just lick me, dammit."

Chandler smiled at her. She returned a glare of irritation, mixed with desire, though she tried to hide a little grin.

He leaned in and placed his whole mouth over her pussy and licked her lips up and down.

"Oh yeah... that's it," she moaned, finally getting some relief. "Just like that... oh... yeah, lick it good."

She squeezed her breast, then realizing that it wasn't enough, she slid her hand under her shirt and rubbed her nipple.

Chandler's tongue weaved in and out of her folds, as though it were searching for something. Licking and licking and licking. Persistently taking Rachel higher.

"Yes," she whispered, "oh Chandler, yes... lick it... lick it..."

She put her hands behind her, resting them on the desk, and rotated her hips up, so he could service her more completely.

Chandler's tongue probed deeper and deeper into Rachel. She was whimpering with each new feeling. It was as if her flesh knew exactly where his tongue would go next, and began tingling a moment before it received its wet touch.

Rachel was trying very hard to keep her sounds quiet. But it was so difficult for her with what she was feeling between her legs.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...ahhh..." she whined, softly.

She felt Chandler's tongue move up to her clit, his lips close around it, and then the most amazing jolt as it was given a good, long suck. Her lips were firmly closed, trying to hold in the moans that longed to escape.

"Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..."

Then she whispered, "Chandler, I can't take much more. I need you to go in me... please."

Chandler left her pussy with a gentle kiss, then helped bring her legs down to the ground.

"Turn around," he suggested.

Rachel had given up the whole 'boy-toy' game, and simply wanted him in her. She followed his lead.

"Bend over the desk," he whispered as he gently pushed her onto the surface.

Chandler looked down at Rachel. Long light brown hair. Slim, athletic body. Gorgeous round ass. Her feet were just over a shoulder width apart. Rachel was in the perfect fucking position. For just pure sex, Chandler liked this best.

Rachel's cheek rested on the glossy wood and her eyes were closed, as she waited for the sensation that she knew would come. There was the first of it; a soft cockhead rubbing on her wet pussy.

"More, more," she thought.

Then pressure began to build at the entrance to her cunt.

"Yes," she mouthed.

Rachel could feel her pussy lips slowly parting as Chandler tantalizingly started to fill her.

"More, more," this time, whispering.

Little by little, in a teasingly slow fashion, Rachel felt herself being filled with a warm hard cock. She groaned as loudly as she dared.

Chandler began drawing his dick out of Rachel, then he pushed it back in. Drawing and pushing, over and over. Rachel dwelt on every increment of motion inside her.

"OH!" she whimpered quietly, "oh, yes... please..."

Chandler looked around the room as he fucked Rachel. Office furnishings... filing cabinets... professional-looking decorations.

"Hell, if Rachel worked for me..." he thought.

Then his mind went to his own office...

Rachel bent over his desk. Fucking him for her raise.

"Well, Rachel, you've learned some excellent skills this year. And you'll get an extra 5% if you let me do you in the ass, tomorrow. So, what should I tell payroll, Miss Green?"

Another scene entered his mind...

Rachel walking in, wearing a business suit with a short skirt and high heels. He was looking at her shapely legs. Running his hand up her thigh to her stocking-top.

"Time for your daily blowjob, Mr. Bing," she'd say.

Then she would dutifully drop to her knees and blow him until he came in her mouth.

Suddenly, in his mind, he was behind the counter at Central Perk. The place was full of customers. Joey, Phoebe, and Monica sitting on the couch. Ross in the big chair.

No one even aware that Rachel was crouched behind the counter with his cock in her mouth. She was wearing one of the cute outfits from her waitress days. Little apron. Short skirt. Black hose. Sleeveless denim shirt. Hair up. Just sucking away.

"Say, Monica," he'd call across the room, "You're a chef. Could you come here a minute? Rachel needs your help with a taste-test."

Monica would walk across the room and disappear behind the counter, as everyone went about their business...

Chandler caressed Rachel's ass and ran his hand under her shirt to rub her back. She felt the cold steel of the handcuff, still around his wrist, dragging up and down her skin.

"Fuck me, my boy-toy," she thought, indulging again in her fantasy.

She imagined Chandler handcuffed to their radiator, naked. She'd come home and kiss him passionately. Just the kiss would get him hard. She'd lift her skirt and pull his face to her pussy. He'd gratefully lap away, driving her to an orgasm that would wash away the day's stress.

Sometimes she would let Monica play with her little boy-toy. In her mind, her roomie was sliding up and down on Chandler's dick as he sat, leaning against the wall.

Rachel would walk over, caress Monica's body, then put her breast in her dark-haired roommate's mouth. Monica would suck Rachel's tit, while Chandler fingered her pussy.

After Monica was done with him, Rachel would take her place on Chandler. Monica would lick her nipple and rub her clit, as she rode him...

Neither realized that they were making far more noise than intended.

Suddenly they both snapped back to reality. Their faces turned up, and they froze, staring at the door as it opened.

"Rachel, is everything all r-"

Sophie's look was even more panicked than theirs. In one glance, she took in the sight of men's pants on the back of a chair, Rachel's pantsuit draped over Joanna's desk, and her coworker bent over her boss' desk with her friend laying across her back.

"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Bye-bye, now," Chandler said, rushed.

"Sophie, I can explain everything," Rachel said without moving. "Just... just let us finish and I'll be right out."

Sophie only nodded, the frightened look never leaving her face as she closed the door behind her.

"Well, so much for being quiet," Chandler said.

"Oh thank god," Rachel sighed, relieved. "Now fuck me."

Chandler resumed his thrusts, and immediately realized that Rachel had given up on holding back her moans.

"Ohhhh yeah... oh Chandler... yeah... do it... do it..."

Rachel felt the weight of his body pushing her into the table. So erotic to her.

"Deeper... go deeper," she panted.

He stood, and wrapped his fingers around her waist slightly pulling her to himself as he reached the bottom of each thrust.

"AAWWWHHH..." she moaned, feeling his head press against the top of her vagina. "Now harder... fuck me harder."

Chandler slowly withdrew his rod, then rammed it into her.

"FUCK, yes," she screamed.

He did this again and again, feeling her ass slap against his stomach, each time.

Rachel was tightly gripping the curved front edge of the desk with her outstretched hands. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She groaned through clenched teeth.

"Fuck me, Chandler... nail me good and hard... UHN... UHN... now faster... UHN... bang me faster, boy-TOY!"

Chandler was completely aroused by hearing his friend talk like this. He was determined to make her cum. He pounded her as hard and deep and fast as he could.

"UHnnUHNnnUHNnnUHnnUHNnUHNnn..." Rachel gave out a long groan, punctuated by his thrusts. 

Chandler's face was flushed and his breathing sounded like an old steam train. He was so close, but he was holding back as long as he could, hoping that Rachel would cum first.

Soon, her body surrendered to her orgasm.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed. Then she felt hot cum shooting into her. "OHHHHhhh... ohhhhh... mmmmm...  yeah... yeahhh... cum... in me... cum..."

Chandler's thrusting abated as they both felt the climax ease away.

A few minutes later, with Chandler re-secured to the chair, Rachel walked out of Joanna's office. Sophie's back was to the door, and she discretely pulled her hand out from under her skirt.

As Rachel tossed a bundle of soiled Kleenex in the wastebasket, she said, "Um, look, Sophie... about what you saw before..." she laughed nervously as she went on, "and I guess what you heard..."




Friends: A Little Office Sex



Her coworker interrupted.

"Look, Rachel, I understand, and I won't say anything to anyone."

Rachel noticed that her voice was unusually tense and she had an anxious look on her face.

"But if you could catch my phone for a little bit... I uh, need to go do something..."

Without waiting for a yes, Sophie got up and headed to the ladies room.

"I'll be, um, 10 or 15 minutes."

Rachel sat down, smiling and trying to get her mind back on work. But all she could think of was Chandler sitting in that office. No pants. Handcuffed to the chair.

She gently pressed her hand against her crotch.

Looking up at the clock, she realized that her boss would be at least another half-hour. Rachel calculated whether there would be enough time... 



Friends: Achieving Phase Three



FRIENDS: Deleted Scenes - Achieving Phase Three

Since Ross and Joey were unavailable, the girls had taken Chandler to a strip club to help him get over breaking up with Kathy. "Getting to Phase Three" is what the guys called it. Unfortunately, things didn't go well, and Chandler was still despondent as they returned to his apartment. Kneeling around him as he sat in this favorite chair, they tried to get him to talk about his feelings, but that didn't work either.

"Okay, look, I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave," Chandler said firmly.

Monica objected, "Come on! Chandler!"

"Look, forget it. We tried, but Phase Three is a lost cause, okay? Those strippers were insanely hot, and I couldn't picture myself with any of them." He sat back in his recliner, disgusted. He buried his face in his hands.

"They really were pretty, weren't they?" Monica addressed the girls as she stood. Rachel and Phoebe both voiced their agreement, gathering behind Chandler.

"Yeah, I really liked that fighter pilot one," said Phoebe.

"Oh, Candy! She was so spunky!" Monica said. The other girls concurred, without so much as pausing to think about it.

There was a lull in the exchange, then Monica said, "Y'know, I think if I were going to be with a woman..." Monica said this purely to pique Chandler's attention, since she really had been with a woman, a number of times. The words, and her pause, had the desired effect. Chandler perked up, listening to the conversation just a couple feet behind him. She continued. "It'd... it'd be with someone like Michelle... she was so... oh, she was so petite." Her last word was filled with sexual tension and raw lust.

"See, I don't know," Rachel replied, "for me it would have to Chantal."

"Oh, Chantal!" Monica said wistfully, as Phoebe nodded agreement.

Rachel went on. "Oh my goodness, she had the smoothest skin! I mean when I stuck that dollar bill in her g-string and grazed her thigh…"

Chandler jumped up out of his chair. "Phase Three! I just achieved Phase Three!"

"Really?!" Monica said, somewhat in disbelief.

"I am totally picturing you with all those women!" he said, excitedly.

Monica had a confused look. "That's... that's not Phase Three."

"Well, I'm there too!" he explained. All the girls smiled as they understood. 

Rachel was very intrigued. "Well, are we all together? Like in a group?"

"Stop it! You're killing me! I think I just moved on to Phase Four!"

"Oh! What is that? What is that?" said Phoebe.

"Where I don't want to have a relationship ever! I just want to have sex with strippers and my friends!!"

"Ooh! Ooh! Well, but, how about just with your friends?" Phoebe suggested.

"No way! Are you serious?" Chandler asked. He wasn't sure whether to believe them, but was still excited by the image in his mind.

"Well, sure!" Rachel replied. "Hell, Monica and I had sex with you so we could show you how to please Kathy. Why not have sex to help you get over her?"

"Okay! Okay!" Chandler yelled as he ran back to his chair and sat down among the girls. "So what do we do?"

"Well, um, we don't have any strippers, but I could strip for you," Rachel offered.

"You know how to do that?" Phoebe asked. "That's so cool." 

"I know a few things," Rachel smiled coyly. "Put on some music, Mon."

Monica found a CD with some pulsing dance music, and Rachel began. She walked a few feet away. Monica and Phoebe knelt on either side of Chandler's chair, and watched with him as Rachel seductively took off the long winter coat she was wearing.

She moved teasingly, and ran her hands from her hips... up to her breasts... then through her golden brown hair. She raised her arms up, and locks of hair fell from her fingertips. As her hands glided down her face and neck, over her low-cut top and past her breasts, Rachel turned around and rubbed her ass. The tight jeans she wore were perfectly filled with her hips and butt.

Monica looked down and noticed a prominent tent growing in Chandler's pants. She reached over and rubbed the length of his rod. Chandler's attention snapped to his crotch, and then he looked up at Monica with slight surprise.

"Watch her," she smiled and chided him.

As Chandler watched Rachel's exotic dance, he lifted his hips to allow Monica to pull down his pants and boxers. Then her small hand began stroking him.

"Phoebe," she whispered.

Monica made eye contact with her, and with a couple looks, got the message across that Phoebe should be rubbing Chandler too. Their hands wrapped around Chandler's hard dick. Monica's hand was on top and Phoebe's on the bottom. They quickly matched stroking rhythms, then resumed watching Rachel.

She was pulling up the bottom of her light blue shirt, exposing her flat stomach and belly-button. Her finger slowly traced the number "7" on her abdomen. Both Chandler and Monica got the inside joke, and Monica giggled.

Rachel faced away from her friends as she peeled off her shirt. When she turned back to them, strands of her long hair were sexily crossing her face. She had covered her breasts with her forearm. Chandler was the type of person that had to say something when he was nervous, and usually he said something foolish.

"I, uh... I knew you weren't wearing a bra... ya know, from before."

"Oh, at the strip club? So you could see my nipples, huh? Yeah, they sure got hard, watching all those hot... women." She strutted toward him as she spoke. 

Rachel bent over to Chandler, and asked, "So do you want to see them?" Chandler could only nod. "Well, take control, mister."

Chandler reached up and grasped Rachel's wrist, slowly pulling it away from her chest. He started at her breasts.

Rachel ran her fingers through his hair and enticed him in a school-girl voice, "I know they're not very big, but I hope you like them." Her pert breasts were a full B-cup.

"Anything more than a mouthful is wasted, I always say," Monica added. Chandler instantly wondered how many mouthfuls of breast Monica had tasted.

Rachel's hands slid down her friends' arms and landed at Chandler's cock. Her fingertips tickled the head, and the girls paused their stroking. Their hands pulled the skin down tight, so that Rachel's teasing had maximum effect.

"Hmm, more than a mouthful is wasted," Rachel repeated, as if in thought. "Ya know, Chandler, that goes for penises too. But the question is... just how much can I fit in my mouth?"

Before he could say anything, Rachel stood up quickly and spun around, letting the words sink in. Still dancing to the music, she said to the room, "You like a girl in denim?"

She unbuttoned and unzipped her blue jeans. As she looked over her shoulder at Chandler, she continued, "Or do you like a girl out of denim?"

She eased her jeans down, and pulled them off, along with her boots. A blue thong was planted firmly in the crack of her ass. She ground her hips, teasing him with her shapely posterior.

"Spank her," Phoebe challenged. Chandler hesitated.

"I think she wants it," Monica encouraged. Chandler reached out and gently slapped Rachel's butt cheek.

"Oh!" she reacted, "Why Mr. Bing! You're so nasty!"

Rachel slowly pulled her thong down, and the strap peeled it's way out from between her ass cheeks. She took it to the floor, bending over all the way. Her little shaved peach was on display for Chandler and the girls.

Kneeling in front of Chandler, she caressed his bare thighs.

"So how was that?"

"That was HOT!" Chandler said.

"Yeah, Rach, where'd you learn all that?" her roommate asked.

"Well," she explained, a bit shyly, "I used to do things like that for Ross, and I eventually figured out the stuff that was really sexy."

"I think for the first time, I am SO jealous of my brother!" Rachel winked at her.

"I can do hot stuff too, ya know," Phoebe objected.

"Yeah, but, what Rachel did... pretty much anyone would want to have sex with her on the spot," Monica countered. Phoebe got up and walked around to Monica.

"I bet I can do things that will have YOU wanting sex with me," she said as she caressed the top of Monica's head.

"Yeah, yeah, do that stuff now!" Chandler shouted, "Ooh, and Rachel... you give me a lap dance."

She smirked, "Well, Chandler, I'm naked. And you're pretty much naked, so I think a lap dance would basically just be sex at this point."

"I'm okay with that."

"How about I give you a nice blowjob to start with?"

"I'm okay with that too!"

Phoebe led Monica to the middle of the room. Rachel turned Chandler's recliner to the side, so she could catch glimpses of her girlfriends as she blew Chandler.

Even with the 3" heels on Monica's boots, Phoebe stood a little taller. They looked into each other's eyes.

"Ya know, Monica, the whole time we were roommates, I had the biggest crush on you," Phoebe confessed. Whether that was true or not was immaterial right then. "You're so beautiful. So smart... So sexy."

She hesitantly touched Monica's arm. "I always... no, I... I can't," Phoebe continued, feigning embarrassment.

"What?" Monica encouraged, already hooked on Phoebe's line.

Phoebe looked down. "Well, I always wondered what it would be like to kiss you." Then her gaze met Monica's. "Can... can I kiss you... maybe, right now?"

Monica had all but forgotten that Chandler and Rachel were still in the room. She just swallowed and nodded, eyes wide.

Phoebe placed her fingers along both sides of Monica's neck. In response, she closed her eyes and reached her lips upward. Phoebe kissed her, gently at first, then passionately. For both, it felt like the first kiss either had been given.

Chandler's attention was divided between watching Phoebe and Monica kiss, and Rachel's oral services. But it was the kind of indecision that he liked. Rachel was licking the side of his cock, as she watched.

She had wondered if Monica and Phoebe had ever done it when they were roommates. And Monica always brushed off her questions. But now she knew.

Phoebe kissed Monica's neck. She heard a slight "aaahh" pass Monica's lips. She moved down and across, kissing the faint freckles that dotted Monica's upper chest.

"I've waited so long for this," Phoebe whispered, as if to herself, but completely for Monica's benefit.

The low V-neck of her shirt cordoned off an area of bare skin for Phoebe to focus on. But both women knew that none of Monica's body was truly off-limits. Phoebe held Monica's breast as she continued kissing. It filled her hand perfectly. Firm, but with just the right amount of give to the gentle pressure of her fingers.

"My god, Phoebe's good," Rachel murmured as she masturbated Chandler.

"Oh yeah," he agreed. He pushed her head back down to his crotch; his eyes never leaving the girls.

Rachel smiled at his absent-mindedly honest gesture. She gently sucked the very tip of his penis, as she stroked his rod. Then she held it in place as she plunged her lips to fill her mouth. She alternated between licking the shaft, and taking her mouth over the top and down.

"I... I want to do something for you," Phoebe said, still faking vulnerability, "Will you let me?"

Monica was the one who seemed truly and sexily innocent and vulnerable right then. "Uh huh," came her quiet reply.

Phoebe stripped the tight red shirt from Monica's body. She caressed her back, before unclasping her bra. As it came off, Monica watched Phoebe's reaction.

"They're perfect," Phoebe assessed, as if seeing Monica's breasts for the first time. She knelt in front of her, and took one in her mouth.

"Oh god," Monica moaned as Phoebe licked her tit.

Then Phoebe traced the ring of her other nipple with her tongue, before bringing it in tight to her lips. She gently sucked on Monica's breast. As she did this, she unbuttoned the front of Monica's black pants. Monica caressed Phoebe's shoulders as the foreplay went on.

Phoebe tugged at the pants, and easily worked them down Monica's hips, leaving them at her feet. Her satin panties joined them, and Monica's body was revealed. She loved the erotic feeling of being stripped.

If it was possible, Chandler was even harder than before. Rachel noticed this too, and commented. "I think someone likes what he sees," she teased.

"Gotta tell ya Rach, every time I see her body, it's better than before."

She laughed seductively, "Me too, Chandler." Then she returned to her oral duties, happy that Kathy was the farthest thing from Chandler's mind.

She had been rubbing her clit, and now Rachel pushed a finger past it's opening. She slowly frigged herself while she gave Chandler head.

Phoebe knelt down and tenderly licked the button of flesh that protruded through Monica's pussy lips. "Oh my god," her partner gasped, closing her eyes. She spread her feet, as far as her pants would allow.

Phoebe covered Monica's clit with her mouth, and gently sucked, the same way she had been sucking her breasts.

"Oh, Phoebe," Monica moaned. She bit her lip as a chill ran up and down her body.

Opening her eyes, she looked over for the first time at Chandler and Rachel. Her roommate was kneeling between Chandler's legs as he sat in the chair. With her side view, she appreciated the curve of Rachel's ass, and saw glimpses of a finger moving in and out of her cunt. Long hair draped across Chandler's thigh, obscuring Monica's view of his pleasure. But the way Rachel's head was bobbing up and down, and matching the speed of her finger... this was arousing to Monica. She heard the soft "Mm! Mm!" coming from Rachel as she enjoyed everything her hand and mouth were doing.

Monica was panting and licking her lips as her gaze returned to Phoebe.

"Let me do this for you," she said quietly. Monica was amazed at how Phoebe had made her want sex with her blonde friend... indeed, more than with anyone else in the room.

Phoebe stood and stepped back. She unbuttoned the straps on her long black cover-all dress. It fell to her feet and she kicked it away. She wore a brown floral top underneath. Monica watched as Phoebe pulled off her thin stretchy shirt, and then removed her bra and panties. The whole time, Monica was rubbing her breast and clit, almost trying to be discrete, but knowing that discretion didn't matter.

As Phoebe stepped toward, Monica dropped to her knees. Complete lust had possessed her, and foreplay wouldn't be in the cards. She just wanted Phoebe's pussy in her mouth.

"Rach, you better stop, or I'm gonna cum really soon," Chandler directed. Rachel laughed slightly, pleased with herself and her girlfriends' effect.

"How about we just help each other along for a while then?"

She turned the chair to face Monica and Phoebe, then joined him, snuggling into him. Rachel draped a leg over the arm of the chair, to spread her legs and give Chandler access to her pussy. She masturbated his cock, and he slowly rubbed her clit, as they watched.

Monica was completely naked, except for the black pants and white panties bunched around her ankle boots. At that moment, she looked completely submissive to Phoebe; desiring to fulfill her every need. Monica's face was buried in Phoebe's pussy. Her arms were threaded through Phoebe's legs, and she had grabbed hold of her ass to pull her close.

"Look at her go," Rachel commented, "Monica's incredible!"

"Yeah she is," Chandler agreed, "I had no idea she was so good at that." They were hearing Phoebe's moans of pleasure.

"Trust me, she is!" Rachel replied. This got a surprised look from Chandler, which Rachel didn't see. Her focus was on her roommate.

"That's it, little one. Lick me," the tall blonde said to her raven-haired partner. She was petting her head, as if stroking a cat.

Monica licked the full length of Phoebe's slit, before running the tip of her tongue along the folds of flesh that surrounded her entrance. Around and around, taking Phoebe a bit higher with each lap.

Then without warning, she sealed her lips around Phoebe's clit and sucked hard, pulling the flesh into her mouth as far as it would go. Holding it there with suction, Monica teased it with the tip of her tongue.

"MOTHER FUCKER!!" Phoebe screamed in pleasure.

Monica released her clit, and began shoving her tongue up into Phoebe's pussy, while she exhaled warm breath onto her clit.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Phoebe yelled as she grabbed Monica's head and held it in her crotch.

Monica continued pleasuring Phoebe, taking her closer to orgasm with each passing moment. Phoebe was groaning and swearing constantly now. She was rocking her hips forward and back, masturbating on Monica's face.

"Do me, you... oh you... little pussy-licker," she screamed.

Rachel was breathing hard, both from Chandler's finger, and from watching her roommate give oral sex. She was stroking Chandler fast, but he gently stopped her. He didn't want to cum yet, and certainly not just from a handjob.

His hand, however, continued fondling Rachel's puss, and she had a small moaning orgasm as she watched Monica doing things that she wanted done to her.

Phoebe came hard, throwing her head from side to side. She held fistfuls of Monica's short hair, to keep her mouth right where she wanted it.

As her climax subsided, she stepped back from Monica, and bent over to her. Her white knuckles released and she held Monica's head as she kissed her, tasting herself on Monica's lips.

"Ooo, I wanna fuck you so bad," Phoebe said through clenched teeth, with just the right mixture of lust and affection.

"Where's our strap-on, Rach?" Monica asked.

"In my room."

As a naked Phoebe ran across the hall to get it, Rachel called out, "Look in the closet on the top shelf."

Chandler gave her a look of disbelief.

"There's so much you don't know, sweetie," Rachel said as she kissed his temple. "And here's where we get busy, big guy." She moved in position to do her lap dance, straddling his lower body.

She gyrated her hips, feeling Chandler's hard dick rubbing on her ass cheeks. When it slipped into the crevice between them, she thrust her hips back and forth, masturbating Chandler with her ass, and teasing her little butthole.

Rachel stood up slightly, and his penis sprung forward, between her legs. Sitting back down, she continued rocking, so that her clit and pussy were stimulated by the skin of his shaft.

The whole chair swayed with her movements. Rachel leaned to the right, so Chandler wouldn't miss anything that the girls were going to do.

Monica was so hungry for gratification, that she still hadn't bothered to remove her pants all the way. She just knelt there with them around her feet, masturbating and looking toward the open door. Seeing Monica in this partially clothed state was probably the most arousing thing to Chandler; that she could be so filled with lust that nothing mattered but getting fucked. It showed him how much of a slut Monica could be. 

Phoebe soon returned, shutting and locking the door behind her. She was already wearing the strap-on, which sported a large rubber dong. Monica assumed a place on the floor, on hands and knees facing the chair. She wanted this done to her as much as Phoebe wanted to do it.

Rachel leaned forward, and held Chandler's cock at the opening of her cunt. Rachel pushed back onto Chandler's dick, and took in a sharp breath as her box was filled.

They watched Phoebe kneel behind and penetrate Monica. Phoebe moved deliberately, drawing out a soft grunt from Monica each time she pushed into her.

"Oh god," she whimpered, "Fuck me, Phoebe."

With long slow strokes, Monica's blonde friend teased her and pleased her. Monica's eyes were closed as she enjoyed every sensation. Phoebe caressed her back lovingly.

Rachel rode Chandler, as she rested a hand on his knee and her elbow on the arm of the chair. She was grinding her ass into his pelvis and feeling his dick move in tiny circles inside her.




Friends: Achieving Phase Three



"Mmmmm... Chandler, that's amazing."

For his part, Chandler was just sitting there, getting fucked, and trying not to cum.

Complete euphoria showed on Monica's face. Her mouth was slightly open. Almost imperceptibly, her tongue was flitting between her lips.

Phoebe gently raked her fingernails down Monica's back as she screwed her puss. Then she clothed Monica's back with her body. Monica felt hard nipples pressing into her and she dropped her head, swimming in her senses.

Phoebe kept humping her as she cupped both of Monica's breasts in her hands and fondled them. The exposed nape of Monica's neck was showered with kisses, sending a shiver down her spine. Phoebe nuzzled the back of Monica's head.

"Short hair is so sexy," Phoebe whispered in her ear.

"Oh Pheebs," Monica whined. 

Rachel's pussy was screaming for more. She sat upright, putting her left foot up on the seat beside Chandler and placing her arm on top of the headrest behind him.

She raised and lowered herself, leveraging her arm and hand on the chair. The springs in the chair helped Rachel to bounce up and down as she fucked Chandler.

Phoebe shifted to a squat behind Monica and drove the strap-on dildo deeper into her. Monica gasped. Phoebe's long thin necklace danced between her breasts as she furiously fucked her friend.

Monica raised her head and opened her eyes. At eye level, a few feet away, were her friends' genitalia. Each time Rachel came down, Chandler's cock was buried ball-deep into her. When she bounced back up, Monica saw his hard shaft emerge and Rachel's cunt lips drag along its length. To Monica, it was almost in slow-motion.

She tilted her head back to look up at Rachel, and saw the ecstasy on her face. She was grunting loudly, each time Chandler's dick was rammed into her. Her free hand was running through her hair.

Suddenly, Rachel threw her head and body backward as she came. The force caused the barcalounger to flip to a reclining position, but that didn't pause her, not one bit. Though she no longer had the wonderful bounce, she fucked herself on Chandler as fast as she could, even as one foot hung off the front of the chair.

Monica was panting heavily and whimpering. Phoebe knew that she was close.

"Faster, Phoebe, faster... yes... yes... harder... now harder... oh fuck me... oooh fuck me... oh gawwwwwd," her voice cracked as she climaxed.

Monica gave low guttural groans as Phoebe slowed the pace, but drove deeper and harder than before. Monica gasped for air as her orgasm consumed her.

"Don't cum yet, baby," Rachel said to Chandler, catching her breath.

She pulled off him and they flipped the chair upright. Then she knelt by his left knee and stroked him.

"Come on, come on," she said, urgently motioning the girls to join her.

As Chandler scooted forward in the chair, Phoebe pulled out of Monica and went to her knees by his right leg. Monica slowly crawled over, still feeling much of her climax.

"You know what you want to do," Rachel said as she looked deep into Chandler's soul. "So do it," she ended with a whisper and a smile.

Three beautiful faces, kneeling before him. Practically begging to be painted. He had been holding off for so long, that he knew he could cum fairly quickly. He began jacking off.

"Cum on us, Chandler," Phoebe said.

"Yes... please cum," Monica continued with a passionately hoarse voice, "Please cum on me. I love it when a man cums on me."

"Cum in my mouth, Chandler. Let me taste you again," Rachel added.

They moved together to give him a nice close target area.

Chandler groaned as streams of white liquid shot out of his dick. He was jacking so hard and so fast that it spread all over the three girls. Rachel and Monica both opened their mouths, hoping to catch some.

His ejaculation ended with a few stray drops, and he observed his handiwork.

Phoebe caught some across her cheek, and on her breast. She was smearing it all over her nipple.

Rachel had a couple good strands of cum decorating her hair. A heavy spurt hit her upper lip and immediately was drawn into her mouth. She was licking the corner of her lips, trying to reach a large bead just to the side.

Monica, being in the center of the target, received the most. And she loved it. Chandler's jizz was gradually tracing its way down both sides of her face. A couple shots had gone right in her mouth. The remnants adorned her lips and chin, and dripped onto her thigh.

As Monica licked her lips, Rachel and Phoebe leaned in to kiss her and graze Chandler's cum from her cheeks. 

Chandler sat back in his chair and rested, though he really hadn't done much.

"Okay, that was the most amazing thing... EVER!" he said. This garnered smiles of approval from all three women.

As the girls gathered up their things and redressed, they playfully touched and caressed each other. Everyone was in quite a good mood, after their little tryst.

"Glad you liked it, sweetie," Monica said as she kissed him.

A lingering kiss from Rachel, and quick smooch from Phoebe, and they went across the hall, leaving Chandler to revel in his good fortune.

Back in their apartment, the girls relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful emotions.

"That really WAS great," Rachel sighed, to Phoebe's impassioned agreement.

"Yeah, and ya know what?" Monica said. "Now, I can't promise anything, so don't tell Chandler. But I'm gonna make a few calls in the morning and see if some girls from the strip club want to come over tomorrow night."



Friends: After the Wedding Day



Friends: Deleted Scenes - After the Wedding Day

It was the day after Monica and Chandler's wedding. Monica sat alone in their apartment, surrounded by wedding gifts. Even though she had promised otherwise, she had opened some without Chandler.

Joey came in. "Ooh-ooh-ooh! Are we opening presents?" he said excitedly.

Monica was distraught. "No! No! I shouldn't have even opened these! I mean I..." She became more animated. "Joey, I am out of control!! Joey, you have to do me a favor," she pleaded. "No matter what I say... no matter what I do... please do not let me open another present! Okay?"

"Okay," he agreed.

She paused for a moment, but she couldn't control herself. "Give me one more," she whined.

"Okay," Joey said, handing her a box.

Monica quickly set the gift down. "No, no, no, you HAVE to help me stop. You have to help me get my mind off these."

Monica's frantic emotion had caused erect nipples to poke through her top. Joey got a sly look on his face. "Well, I know ONE thing that will get your mind off the presents."

"What is it? Anything," she asked, desperately.

"Well, I'm just saying that yesterday, during the reception, in my hotel room... you probably weren't thinking about presents."

"You... you think we should have sex again, so I won't open any more gifts? You think we should cheat on my new husband, so he doesn't get mad about me opening all our presents without him?" She clearly had a change of heart from the day before.

"Monica, I kind of think we already cheated yesterday, and even though you were a little drunk, it didn't bother ya too much then. Look, Chandler's my best friend, and I don't want him to know about yesterday either. But if we're both gonna make sure he doesn't find out..."

As he was speaking, Joey unzipped his pants and took out his rod. He slowly jacked it as he walked over to Monica, who was kneeling on the floor among the wrapped boxes.

"...what's the harm in doing it again? Ya know, just to keep you from opening the presents... "

He stood right beside her, stroking her head, and holding his dick straight out. Monica looked over at it, eye level. It was big and thick and hard. She really did want it, as much as she said she shouldn't.

Monica hesitantly faced him, still on her knees. She caressed the side of Joey's cock with her cheek. Her eyes were closed and she nervously wetted her lips, as she summoned the will to do what she really wanted.

Her face turned inward and she brushed her lips against his shaft, slowly moving them from side to side. Joey couldn't believe how seductive this was, though he was certain that wasn't why Monica was doing it. Tentatively, she kissed it, just a little peck on the pecker.

Then she faced forward, once again wanting to feel the soft skin of his penis on her silky cheek. Monica's lip quivered slightly. She swallowed hard.

Monica never looked up at Joey. She was trying to tell herself that this was Chandler's member that she was desiring. But she quickly gave up these thoughts. Knowing that it was Joey, that one thing was overpowering her.

Taking it a step further, she gave the side an open-mouth kiss, gliding the tip of her tongue on his skin. With each of these steps, her desire was growing.

She took his cock from his hand and slowly rubbed the full length. To Monica, his cock looked so huge in her hand. To Joey, her hand looked so small holding his cock.

The long sleeves of her gauze top were bunched around her wrists. Monica pulled the white fabric down, so it fully covered her hand, then resumed rubbing Joey's rod. The softness of the gauze felt good on his dick.

"Oooh, Mon..." was all he could say.

She smiled slightly, looking up at him for the first time. " I... I thought you might like that."

Holding his cock, and slowly stroking it, Monica moved to place her lips on the large head, then after hesitating a moment, she pushed it into her mouth.

Joey groaned at the warm wet mouth that he had felt the day before.

"Suck it, Monica... you can do it," he encouraged, quietly.

This spurred her on. Pulling her sleeve back up to her wrist, Monica masturbated him with both hands as she sucked, wanting some part of her to touch every part of his cock. She even attempting to deep-throat him, though she found she wasn't relaxed enough to take all of him.

Her oral sex seemed to be... not out of passion for Joey, though it certainly was hot. But rather it flowed out of her own necessity. Her own need, whatever that may have been.

"See, Mon? I bet you aren't even thinking about opening any presents."

Monica paused. "Yeah, but I can still see them," she whined. "I think we need to go to the bedroom."

Joey followed her and closed the door behind them. Monica stood a few feet away, looking at him with uncertainty.

"Look, Monica... if you don't want to..."

She ended his sentence with, "Shut up, Joey," as she quickly closed the distance between them.

Any thoughts of necessity in Monica's mind were now replaced by complete desire. She pressed her small frame into him as they kissed. 

He played with her dangling necklace and his fingertips glided across the skin above her shirt's scooping low neckline. She breathed heavily. Joey cupped her breast and felt a nipple that he had seen poking forward. He thought, "god, it's so hard!" 

His dick was still out, and Monica stroked him fast. She broke their kiss and rested her forehead on his chest.

"I want this, Joey... make me think only about this," she implored.

This was not the smoldering passion they had the day before. It was a raging desire for nothing but sex.

Monica fell to her knees and devoured his cock in a way he'd never felt from her before. Her long hair swayed with the rapid bobbing of her head. She ran her mouth and tongue up and down both sides of Joey's shaft, pausing at the top for a couple quick sucks. Her constant soft moans during this time were both clear and muffled, depending upon whether her mouth was full at that moment. Her uncontrollable lust made Monica even hotter than she usually was.

She sucked one of his balls, pulling it into her mouth as she masturbated his long rod. Monica let it audibly pop out of her mouth, and immediately licked his cock from sack to head. Then more of her fast, lusty sucking as both hands pressed into his body at the very base of his shaft, pulling the skin tight against his rod.

He knew she was good at giving head, but this was incredible. Joey couldn't help but think how lucky Chandler was to have such a sexy wife.

Suddenly she stood. "Take me, Joey." Her eyes begged, matching the tone of her voice.

Joey grabbed her upper arms, just roughly enough to entice her, and pulled her to himself. He gave her one long, erotic kiss.

Monica felt so controlled. She wanted him to do anything to her... anything he wanted.

Joey pushed her, gently but firmly, against the door. He stood behind her and moved locks of hair to expose the nape of her neck. Monica shivered, not a cold shiver, but one created by his warm breath on her skin.

He grabbed her ass. She had filled out a bit recently. By no one's view, was she fat. But he could tell that her ass was now a little more full and round like Rachel's.

His hands roamed her thighs. Monica felt her lower body sandwiched between his hips and his hands. She whispered a little "oh" at the feel of his body against hers.

Joey's hands moved upward. Under her tight see-through shirt. Beneath her white tank undershirt. Grabbing her breasts through a thin cotton sports bra.

He pushed it up and Monica felt his hands holding her bare breasts. His lips on the side of her neck. His hips and hard rod putting pressure on her ass and the small of her back. Her body being groped - that's what she wanted.

Monica felt the fabric of her shirt tickle her nipples as Joey abandoned them. His fingers undid her tan pants. She stood there, allowing him her body.

"Anything you want," she whispered, almost to herself.

He pushed the tight pants over her hips and crouched behind her to pull them to her ankles. Her thong joined them.

Joey kissed and licked Monica's ass cheeks as he ran his hands all over her thighs, brushing his fingers against her already wet pussy. She gave a trembling exhaled "ohhh."

As if reading her mind, Joey slid one finger straight up into Monica. She closed her eyes as he slowly began drawing it in and out of her. She spread her feet, giving him open access to her cunt.

"Anything you want," she whispered again, though her permission already was obvious to both.

Her mouth hung open, enjoying the sensations Joey was giving her. Monica softly whimpered, "Oh... oh... oh... oh..."

Soon, Joey sensed she was ready for something more. He scooted back slightly, and took her hips, pulling her bare ass back toward him.

She took this guided step backward, and leaned forward. Her hands were pressed against the door, beside her face. They were shaking.

Monica knew her most intimate parts were exposed to a man that was not her husband. But that thought was quickly pushed from her mind, as Joey's tongue met her pussy.

"Yes," she whined as she bent slightly further, presenting more of herself to Joey.

"YES!" she moaned, as his tongue went up into her.

He licked her wet lips, holding her ass in both hands.

"Oh, yes," Monica moaned, "oh god, yes!"

Joey's tongue settled into the rhythm of a cock going in and out. He wanted to build the desire in Monica to have something larger take the place of his tongue. 

She whimpered. She whined. She moaned.

After a couple minutes, his intention came to fruition as she moaned more deeply, "please go in me... please..."

Joey stood and placed his cock at Monica's entrance.

"No, wait," she panted, "I don't have my diaphragm in. You, you have to use a condom. They're in... in the nightstand by the bed."

Joey retrieved one, and as he sheathed himself, he looked at Monica. What a sight!

Naked from the waist down. Pants around her spread feet. Shapely ass sticking out at him. Long black hair draped across her back. Hands and head against the door. Waiting for him. Not even caressing her breast, or rubbing her clit, or doing anything to keep herself aroused. She was far beyond needing that. She was just... waiting for him.

Monica felt his hands on her hips. Then a light pressure on her pussy lips.

"Do it, Joey," she said softly.

She threw her head back and groaned as Joey's thick cock slowly filled her small tight pussy. He had dropped his pants to his knees, and she felt his skin against her ass when he was all the way in her. He settled into a strong slow rhythm.

The door's wood was cold on her cheek. Joey's wood was warm in her cunt. The ribbed condom, the kind that she liked Chandler to use, stimulated her lips as Joey repeatedly thrust into her.

She looked back over her shoulder. Joey's look of lust and determination made her want this even more. "Fuck me," she mouthed.

Joey ran his hands under her top, caressing her back. He drew them out, and trailed his fingers through her hair, admiring her beauty as he nailed her slowly.

He caressed her cheek. His fingers came so close to Monica's lips that she took one in. She licked and sucked it, like a little cock.

Monica tasted herself, just like the times she finished Chandler off with a blow job after he fucked her. Part of her wanted her husband there, just so she could have a cock in her mouth. But that could never happen... or could it? Her thoughts played in her mind, wondering if someday Chandler might...

Joey removed his finger from her mouth. His hands roamed her arms, back and ass. Monica was panting and moaning. 

"Mmmm.... mmmm... yes... oh yes... do me, Joey... please... please don't stop..."

Her forehead was resting on the door as she swam in her senses. Monica pushed her ass against his hips, moving it in a tight circle and feeling his cock probing deep inside her. He stopped his action to allow Monica to fuck herself on him. Then she pulled off slightly.

"More," she moaned.

Monica wanted to be fucked. She didn't want to do the fucking. She wanted to be desired and fucked.

Joey had been squatting slightly, so his dick could go straight into Monica's pussy. But his legs were getting tired. He stood, bringing her body up on his hard rod. This pushed his cock into her G-spot, rubbing it tightly.

She stood on her tip-toes, as her friend resumed fucking her. 

"Oh god... oh god... YES! FUCK ME, JOE... YES!!"

Her voice reached a fevered pitch and she pounded her fist on the door.

"AAAHHH!! AAAAAHHH!! OH FUUUCK!!"

Joey held her hips to steady Monica as he rammed into her. Her body was tense and trembling. She was groaning one word, over and over.

"YES! YES! YES! YES!"

She felt herself so close to orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna CUUUUUUUU...." The word evaporated into a long moan.

Joey had been holding out as long as he could. But hearing Monica climax was more than he could handle. He released and filled the condom.

"OH, MAAAAAHHNNN!!" he groaned. For a moment, Monica missed the sensation of hot jizz shooting into her.

They heard the front door open. Both froze with frightened looks, thinking they had been caught.

Phoebe called out, "Mon, you home?"

Joey pulled out of Monica and they hurriedly pulled their pants up.

"Uh... yeah... I'm in the bedroom... I'll be right out," she answered, trying to control her panting.

She was reaching under her shirt, pulling her sports bra back into place, and trying to think of their next move.

"What do we do? What do we do?" Joey whispered.

"Okay, don't panic," she whispered back. "I'll get her to leave for a minute, then you run to the bathroom. When she comes back, you come out of the bathroom, like you were always there."

"OK!" he replied in a hushed tone.

"And don't act guilty," she instructed, "no one's gonna find out about this, ok?"

"Okay," he said, firmly.

Monica stood by the door.

"Um, Phoebe? I think we may have some more presents over at Joey's place. Could you go over and get them for me? Like... um, now? I, uh... want them all here when Chandler gets back."

"Yeah, sure," was the reply. They heard the front door open and close.

"Okay, go!" Monica said, opening the bedroom door. But then she stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Thanks, Joey."

He returned her smile and they shared a brief kiss.

"Now, go... GO!"

When Phoebe returned, Monica walked out into the living room. "I didn't see any over there."

"Oh, well maybe... they're all here!"

Joey came out of the bathroom. "What, the presents? Um, yeah, I brought the rest over here earlier."

"Well, I'm very proud of you Monica," Phoebe said. "You haven't opened any more gifts without Chandler."

She didn't notice the eye contact between the two. Monica tried to hide a little smile as she looked at her partner-in-crime.

"Yeah, well... I just had to get my mind off them for a while."



Friends and Bedposts



My current live-in girlfriend, Cara, and I were sitting down to an intimate Friday evening candlelight dinner, which we then planned to develop into a romantic candlelit evening in our bed. We had just made a major purchase which had been delivered that morning, a spectacular reproduction mahogany four poster Victorian bed. We had every intention of inaugurating it tonight.

Cara is about my age, 40 something, around 5'5" and 140 pounds. Cara has shoulder length wavy brunette hair, is extremely attractive, and has a mature body. I don't mean that she is obese or flabby. To the contrary, she keeps herself in spectacular shape. But she has had a couple of children (now young adults themselves) and is no high school cheerleader. She has prominent breasts, I would say a large "C" cup, with small breast implants to keep them firm. I know what you're thinking, but if she didn't tell you about them, you would never (and I do mean never) know of their existence. Her nipples are small and a bit pointy, but become very prominent when aroused. Her right nipple is pierced. Her hips are ample and round, not fat, but these are a mature woman's hips made for some serious pounding with plenty of curves. Cara keeps her pubic hair cut very short and neatly trimmed, as she still favors sexy laced underwear. She regularly tans in a studio in town, and beneath her clothes displays a most intriguing collection of tan lines. Cara is, in a word, a smoking hot MILF, and no male breathing would argue the point with me.

We had just sat down to enjoy our meal when there was a loud and strident knocking at the door. It turned out to be Amelia, a lovely young vixen who is a student at the college where I teach. Not, I might add, my student. I teach a completely different discipline than she is studying, so there is no chance of that happening. Amelia is about 5'8" tall and 120 pounds, slim with an erect carriage and straight back, just past 20 years old. She has a firm, small, tight little ass on top of long, stunning legs. Her breasts are probably a "B" cup, not all that large, but they compliment her body well. Her small breasts have very large and prominent nipples, which are nearly always erect and stiff. Her nipples are much too big for her breasts, and quite sensitive. 

Amelia has extremely long, curly, red hair and an absolute gorgeous face, a natural pale complexion decorated with a fascinating splash of freckles. She lets her pubic hair grow naturally, and since it grows fine, sparse and red, the effect is quite fetching. Amelia had experienced terrible prior problems with boyfriends and an incredibly boring sex life when we were introduced, and since then I have been informally tutoring her. It is strictly sexual, she knows about Cara and Cara knows about her, and Amelia dates around regularly, although usually with disastrous results. Several times a month Amelia schedules an appointment to visit my bedroom, and I introduce her nubile young body to a new adventure, technique or experience. I should note, with some pride, that the young lady's sexual repertoire has been expanding with considerable success, as she is a most adept and willing scholar. 

Needless to say, Amelia was not scheduled to stop past the house this evening, and I was surprised to see her standing on my doorstep. I was even more concerned to see that she had been crying, and tears were still trickling down her beautiful cheeks. It developed, through deep sobs and hiccups, that Amelia was (as usual) having boy problems and needed to talk badly. She seemed to be quite upset, and there was nothing to be done but for Cara and I to invite her inside. We finally got her calmed down and talked through the whole story, and she started to feel better. We had finally gotten her problem resolved (at least for the time being), but it simply wouldn't do to shove her out the door. With a whisper in my ear, Cara instructed me to leave the candles lit and added an extra plate and glass of wine. Cara and I finally resumed our interrupted romantic dinner, now joined by an additional guest seated at the table.

After our meal I left to use the restroom, and then had to field a university telephone call, and when I returned Cara and Amelia were passionately kissing and embracing. I had no idea what kicked this off, but on the other hand I saw no need to spoil a good thing once it was started, so I just sat back and enjoyed the really quite spectacular festivities that were unfolding before my eyes. They went at it for a while, with their respective garments in increasing disorder and threatening to be discarded at any moment in a most promiscuous manner. Amelia's nipples were prominently protruding from the front of her barely buttoned, tight sweater. 

Cara stood up, out of breath, flushed and glowing, and took Amelia's hands, "I think we need to take this show to the bedroom." 

I was suddenly glad that I had just purchased a brand new king sized bed. I lagged behind to turn the thermostat up, secure the house, and ensure that all the candles in the kitchen were blown out. Meanwhile, Amelia and Cara kept feeling each other up, necking and fondling, and they vanished down the candle lit hallway that led to our bedroom. I hastened to complete my domestic chores, to be rewarded with an extremely interesting trail of discarded female attire scattered down the hallway. Relishing the lacy garments scattered erotically across the floor, I snuffed the last candle in the hallway, throwing it into darkness, and stepped into our bedroom to be greeted by a most intriguing little scene.

The candles remained lit in the bedroom, and it was bathed in a muted, fluttering orange glow. Amelia was on her back, Cara on top, both entirely naked and locked into a furious session of "69." I got undressed and watched the two beautiful women, contrasting in every conceivable manner, MILF and sorority, freckles and tan lines, experience and enthusiasm, rounded and slender. Their hands were everywhere, wet slurping noises, damp kisses, gasps and sighs, whispered instructions, the sound of two bodies moving against each other. I could see Amelia's red hair spread out below Cara's hips, and could see Cara suddenly start thrusting hard against the bed. When she arched her back up with her eyes shut and biting her lip, grinding her hips urgently against Amelia's face, only to suddenly stop and harshly cry out, I knew she had just come. The girls rolled over, with Amelia's hair a red cascade over Cara's crotch, and Amelia's tight little ass grinding against Cara's face. Cara's hands were busy, caressing curves, pulling things apart, fondling and stroking. Amelia started jerking her hips in spasms and I could see her nipples rigidly excited. Amelia started crying out "oh oh oh oh oh" in little girl noises, and then in an instant her hips jerked hard and Amelia wailed loudly "Oh God Oh" and I knew that she had just come hard.

The two women shifted so that they could kiss lightly while they caught their breath. 

Cara looked at me from underneath Amelia's tight white thigh, "Why don't you join us, Daniel?" 

I didn't need to be told twice, and next thing I knew hands and lips and kisses and strokes and fondles and tweaks and sucking and fingering and licking were everywhere. I discovered myself on my back propped up on some pillows, with Amelia at my crotch giving me an absolutely champion blow job. This was a fringe benefit of my earlier bedroom instructions, for when we met Amelia had never given another man a blow job. She had stroked a few youth's cocks while parking, but that was the extent of her experience. After a number of absolutely delightful nights, Amelia had shown promise of becoming a fine little cocksucker. However, she had never taken me completely into her mouth, much less deep throat me. I was stunned and surprised, therefore, to discover that Amelia had just worked my cock all the way down her throat.

Amelia was furiously sucking on me, her right hand at the base of my cock, and the other hand fondling my balls. Cara was now behind and between Amelia's legs, I watched her over Amelia's back and red hair, licking her pussy, her hands busy. I reached back and grasped the front bedposts, enjoying the view over the back of Amelia's head while she worked on my cock, feeling the young girl tighten or stiffen or twitch as my talented girlfriend brought her to another series of multiple orgasms. Cara must have taken pity, for she eased off and soon I felt an orgasm of my own beginning to build. As if on cue, Cara looked up from Amelia's thin curly red hair and requested, "Amelia when he comes, jerk him off onto your breasts and those lovely hard nipples of yours." 

Amelia was more than willing to oblige Cara's request, given that she had her tongue on her clit, a finger on her g-spot and a finger up her ass. Amelia tightened her left hand around my scrotum, feeling the balls preparing to blast a load of cum down Amelia's throat. I was incredibly turned on by Amelia's unexpected and wildly enthusiastic sucking, and just laid my head back and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling. Amelia kept me in her throat until almost the last minute. When my hips started arching off the bed she slipped my cock out from between her lips and with her right hand began to furiously jerk me off. I lasted for about ten seconds, and blasted a load of hot white cum all over her left nipple with a few clinging shots landing on her erect right nipple. I came so hard that I pulled the front of the bed nearly off the floor!

The sight of a full cum load dripping all over Amelia's beautiful rigid big nipples was too much for Cara, and she returned with a old vintage Polaroid that we kept on hand for just such contingencies, and snapped three shots of Amelia displaying her cum soaked tits for the camera, one for each of us. 

Cara gazed hungrily at Amelia, licking her lips, "Don't clean it off, let me."

Cara kissed her way up Amelia's abdomen, nibbling and licking and tasting Amelia's sweat streaked flesh. When she reached Amelia's chest she lifted up the redhead's small breasts, displaying them to both of us, then started to slowly and sensuously lick off my dribbles of cum. Cara sucked Amelia's nipples hard as she cleaned them off, then kept tugging lightly on them while she kept her mouth at work. At the same time, Amelia reached both her hands down to her crotch. Her left middle finger and index finger spread the hood of her clitoris apart, and her right middle finger began massaging her own clit, which was just barely visible as a slightly engorged swelling buried at the top of her labia. Cara kept playing with Amelia's nipples and sucking on her tits, while Amelia fingered herself to what must have been a shattering orgasm. Amelia's tight hard ass came straight up off the bed and her legs spread wide open then slammed shut, as she cried out her pleasure in loud breathless gasps. You could see the hint of creamy juices on her labia lips, just visible through her sparse bright red pubic hair. It was a beautiful orgasm to watch.

When Amelia came down she reached forward and touched Cara's nipple ring, tugging lightly on it, using it to pull Cara's right breast to her mouth. She sucked eagerly on Cara's nipple ring, playing with it, yanking it hard, touching it lightly as she barely pulled on it, twisting it, moving it up and down and sideways. All this time, Cara's pointy little nubs had swollen up and were now ripe and prominent. Amelia fucked Cara with her other hand. Cara was breathing heavy and fast, her chest rising and falling. 

When Cara was close she called out, "Amelia, pull the nipple ring away from my breast with your teeth and make me come, finger me hard, yeah, yeah, put a finger in me, finger me hard, two fingers in me, right at the g-spot, yeah, yeah, yeah, god I'm hot, yeah, put your thumb on my clit mound, yeah, right there, right there, push against me, yeah, chew on my nipple, suck my nipple ring, chew it, oh yeah, ooooohh yeeaaaah, oooooh yeaaaahhh, that's it, take me hard, suck my nipple, yes, oh yes, yes, grab my tit, hard, yes hard, yes, yes, twist my tit with your hand, yeah, that's it, hard, twist hard, get a handful of my tit, I'm there, I'm there, I'm there, faster Amelia, faster, yeah, yeah, I'm there, take me girl, yes, yes, yes!" and suddenly exploded into unintelligible yelping as she came with shouts and exclamations. 

Both Cara and Amelia collapsed on the bed, out of breath. I left the bedroom briefly, returning with a couple of bottles of wine and three glasses, and a small platter of finger food. We sat together intimately, taking a respite while we let things build up again naturally. The candles were still burning, casting interesting shadows around the room as we ate and talked. Then Cara drained her glass, a sinister twinkle in her eyes, the room suddenly transformed into hot and erotic, and resumed the evening's party.

Cara lifted her breasts, fingers lightly pinching her nipples, and asked Amelia, "Do you like my nipple ring, baby?" 

Amelia replied, "I love it, I want one." 

Cara smiled in the subtle, shifting illumination of the bedroom, "Do you really want one?" 

Amelia replied, "I want one bad, I want you and Daniel to pierce me, Cara." 

Cara asked again, "Can we pierce you in public?" 

I knew what Cara was thinking, once in a while we had nasty little S&M, B&D parties in the secret room of our basement for a select guest list, and Cara wanted to pierce Amelia's hard, rigid, over-sized nipples in front of an audience. Such an event would serve as Amelia's introduction to their playroom, a long-overdue and greatly anticipated occasion from my perspective.

Amelia never hesitated, "Please, Cara, I want a room of people to watch my nipple get pierced while I'm strapped down, helpless, bound and gagged." 

And THAT, you can rest assured, will be another story.

Cara kept whispering to the luscious redhead cuddled against her, "Have you ever watched a man come in a woman, Amelia?" 

Amelia replied, "No, just been fucked myself." 

Cara cooed, "Do you want to watch Daniel come inside of me and then lick his cum ooze out of my pussy when he fills it." 

Amelia, doubtless remembering the load I had just sprayed all over her little tits and big hard nipples, replied, "I want to see it. I want to watch Daniel fuck you." 

Cara kissed her long and hard, then asked Amelia to sit on the side. When Amelia slipped off Cara I rolled between her legs. Cara spread her knees wide and opened her pussy for me. I got up on my right arm with Amelia to my left, spread Cara's pussy lips with my left hand, placed the tip of my cock at her pussy with my hips, and slowly sank into her. Cara was really aroused and still wet from her recent come, so I slipped easily into her. I kept leaning up and away from Cara and stayed on my right arm, so that Amelia could watch. Cara facilitated by lifting her right leg high and hooking it behind my neck, completely exposing our intercourse to our young friend.

Amelia almost forgetfully stroked Cara's large breast with the nipple ring affixed and carelessly played with it, her eyes glue on my cock buried in Cara. Amelia's already big eyes went wide as she watched my cock spread Cara's labia lips. When I pulled out, Amelia saw Cara's lips grip me and pull out a little with the firmness of my cock. When I pushed in, Amelia saw Cara's lips correspondingly part and the ridges of my veins slide past the edges of her hips. Amelia reached down once and felt Cara's pussy, lifted one finger to her mouth and sampled Cara's juices mingled with my sweat. Cara by now had wrapped her legs around my waist. 

Amelia whispered, "Oh my god, so that's what it looks like, oh my god, he's so big, he's filling you like he fills me, oh my god, this is so hot." 

I enjoyed the ride for a long time, Cara's left arm intertwined with my right arm supporting my body weight. Cara rested her left hand on my powerful triceps while I pumped in and out of her. It was a good long fuck, I wanted Amelia to get a real x-rated show out of this, and I know she wasn't disappointed. But all good things must come to an end, and suddenly I had an urgent need to spray my cum deep inside the full hips of my horny girlfriend. I grabbed Cara's hips with both hands, shifted her position, and went to town. I engaged in some good old fashioned, down and dirty, deep penetration, hard ramming, giving it to her fucking, and Cara's pussy was as tight and gripping and milking as any teenaged girl. I shut my eyes to enjoy the sensation again, and with Amelia watching intently blasted a monster load of cum into Cara. I pushed hard and deep into Cara, shot the first burst, then pulled out a bit. I brought some of my first shot with me, and then blasted the rest of my load right inside Cara's pussy lips. Cum oozed out of the sides of Cara's pussy lips and dribbled down towards the cleft of her ass. 

Man, it felt great, Amelia saw the muscles on my ass tighten as my cock fired off inside Cara, and placed her head close to our coupled crotches to observe the cum leaking out of my girlfriend. I leaned forward and kissed Cara lightly, telling her that I loved her, then pulled out. When I withdrew a stream of cum pulled away with my cock, and Amelia could see that Cara's pussy lips were stretched loosely away, her pussy veritably swimming with my cum. It was quite a sight, but Cara was very sensitive and asked Amelia nicely not to finger her again. Amelia obliged, but all the time she never took her eyes off my girlfriend's freshly fucked pussy, and her nipples looked so hard I thought they were going to explode off her chest.

When Cara had recovered a bit she told Amelia, "OK, now you can go ahead." 

Amelia eagerly pounced, placed the side of her head on Cara's softly rounded belly and proceeded to tongue clean my cum from Cara's pussy. Amelia seemed to enjoy the taste of myself and Cara co-mingled. Cara and I lay together and cuddled while Amelia cleaned her out. 

After Cara was, well, pussy-licking clean she made a little suggestion to me. Specifically, she suggested that I fuck Amelia's tight little ass from behind while Cara played with her. Amelia burst into a big smile, and in a twinkling she was on her hands and knees, her hot ass sticking in my face, her face hidden behind a veil of bright red curls glowing in the candlelight. Amelia reached forward and grasped the two front posts of our new four-post king sized bed. Amelia's hands would initiate the posts, her would be the first female hands to grip them as she got fucked. 

I settled in behind her and started rubbing her pussy, which was already moistened and parted slightly open in unmistakable invitation, while Cara placed her forefinger at Amelia's dark brown little hole. 

She hesitated a second, with just the tip of her finger resting against the puckered entrance, and told Amelia in a sultry voice, "You're going to dream about this experience for the rest of your life, pretty little Amelia."

With that, Cara pushed her digit inside the redhead. Amelia humped her ass a little bit when she was penetrated, but it was a randy "I want more" humping not a "Oh no not my ass" struggle. The young redhead whimpered as her ass was violated, and her fists grasped the bed posts in a death grip. Cara leaned forward and started tugging on one of the redhead's large swollen nipples. Amelia started moving her body in response, her long red tresses swaying as my girlfriend toyed with her, and her whimpers turned into sensual gasps.

After a few long minutes, Cara leaned forward and asked the young trollop, "Two fingers, my dear?" 

Amelia was being overwhelmed by sensations and couldn't form a word, she just moaned in response. Taking this as an affirmative response, Cara withdrew her single finger from Amelia and began using both thumbs to spread her ass wide open. Amelia struggled a bit at this, but I fondled her breast with one hand and stroked her pussy with the other, and pleasure won out over pain. When Cara adjudged Amelia's nether hole ready for more penetration, she placed two fingers at Amelia's tiny brown hole and pushed. Amelia moaned loudly, her hands jerked against the bedposts, and her hair tossed and quivered, but she did nothing to stop the progress of Cara's two fingers. Even though I had already come twice tonight, we had taken a nice long break after the first one, and watching and participating in this erotic scene had turned my cock into a piece of concrete- ready, eager and willing for another round, and the sooner the better.




Friends & Benefits



Sheila and I had become "Friends with Benefits" about six months earlier. I had recently moved to the area and didn't know anybody, she was a divorcee who had just ended her first post-marriage relationship. The attraction was immediate and strong. I'm a 30 year old bald black man. She's a cute 5' 2" blond with beautiful blue eyes, big enough to match her surgically enhanced 34C breasts. They were a divorce present to herself, "We never had children, but I still got the twins in the settlement," she liked to say. Although the passion was initially overpowering, the Friends with Benefits relationship hadn't included quite as many benefits as I'd imagined, and I'd become content with just being friends.

She called me one Thursday night, obviously a few margaritas into the evening, and demanded that I get my "cute ass" to the bar she was personally keeping in business. I thought I knew what the night had in store, and quickly rushed to meet her. When I arrived, I saw that she wasn't alone, she was drinking with a co-worker, a man named Jamie. I had heard her talk about Jamie before, and knew that she had a thing for him. They had bonded at work by commiserating over her divorce and his current marriage troubles. I could tell that the two of them were a couple of hours ahead of me in terms of alcohol, and tried to catch up as quickly as I could. Sheila drunkenly, recapped the situation of the night for me. Jamie and his wife had a big blow up, and she had packed up and taken their two children to her mother's house. He seemed fairly certain that this was the end of his marriage, and Sheila only seemed to be encouraging that assumption. Assessing the situation, I realized that my benefits probably wouldn't be redeemed that night.

As the evening progressed, we decided to go to a nearby club. I jumped in my car, while Jamie and Sheila got into her two seat convertible. I wondered if I should even join them, or if I should just go home. I decided to go to the club, and the three of us took turns buying rounds. Sheila was the queen of the dance floor, but pushed away all of her potential suitors except for Jamie. I stood a few feet away, swaying to the beat while I watched her tease the crowd. She turned towards me, pointed in my direction, and beckoned me to her with one finger. I danced my way to her, and suddenly it was six months earlier. The passion had returned. Our hands explored each other as we grinded our bodies against one another. Just as I felt myself leaning in for a kiss, she pushed me away, turned around and began to grind with Jamie. I tried to not look humiliated as I walked to the bar to get another round.

I returned with the drinks, and we stood a few feet from the railing overlooking the city, still swaying to the beat. The song changed and Sheila let out an almost orgasmic moan in approval. She turned to me, grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me towards her. As she pulled me to her, she was also backing herself into Jamie, until the two of us had her in a sandwich. Sheila had a sexy, seductive look in her eyes as she grabbed the back of my head and began to pull me in for a kiss. I resisted, prompting her to give me a sexy pout and ask, "You're not going to kiss me?"

With that, she had me. I leaned in and kissed her, all the while grinding and groping on the dance floor. She pulled her lips away from mine, and without breaking eye contact with me, raised her right hand up to the back of Jamie's neck, and pulled his head down to hers. She turned her head to kiss him, while keeping her left hand on my ass, making sure I didn't pull away. As I saw her unbridled lust manifesting itself, pulling away was the last thing on my mind. I was so turned on seeing this beautiful young woman assert herself sexually, I began to grind even harder. I aggressively grabbed her breasts as I leaned in to bite her exposed neck. I heard someone moan with pleasure, although I'm not sure which one of the three of us it was. Jamie was the one who finally broke our tryst saying, "I'll go pay the check."

Sheila and I stood there, no longer grinding, but still holding onto one another, swaying to a song that was no longer playing. We just stared at one another, her breasts heaving, her right hand rubbing up and down my chest. I began to realize that what seemed like every eye in the bar was focused on us. We both began to speak at the same time, "You first." I insisted.

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't going to call it a night." Sheila said as she traced a finger around my nipple through my shirt.

"Things aren't going to be too crowded if I join you?" I asked, implying that I hadn't already made up my mind to join them for the night.

"My apartment's big enough for three." She smiled, grabbing my hand and leading me towards Jamie at the bar. As soon as he signed the check, Sheila handed Jamie her keys and informed him I'd be joining them. I climbed into the passenger seat of her two-seater, Sheila on my lap. As we pulled away, I rubbed my left hand up and down her left side, while rubbing the inside of her right thigh with my right hand. Sheila turned her head towards mine, reached her right hand over my right shoulder, cupping the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. As our tongues explored each other, I grabbed her left breast with my left hand and began to rub the hot, swollen, wet space between her legs with my right. Sheila had trimmed the area recently, making her swollen labia stand out that much more. As I teased her area, she pulled away from my lips to let out a satisfied moan. Sheila took her right hand from around my neck and put it between her legs, guiding my hand to where she wanted it. She slid a couple of inches to her right until she was sitting on top of my now rock hard erection. As I used my fingers to pleasure her, it was causing her hips to pleasure me.

She reached across the gear shift with her left hand, and let Jamie's impressively sized member out of its cage. She licked her hand and started to jerk Jamie off as he drove. "I can't believe how good both of these giant cocks are going to feel inside of me." Sheila growled, as if possessed. Finally we pulled up to her apartment, but the three of us were in the middle of something and too preoccupied to stop. I slid my index and middle fingers deep into Sheila's soft, warm pussy, tickling for her G-spot. The closer I got, the more she writhed in my lap. While my left hand was up her blouse, groping her left breast and nipple, Sheila was leaning towards Jamie, with whom she was locked in a passionate kiss while continuing to satisfy him with her left hand.

We might have never left that car, except that Sheila finally reached her point of no return. Her body spasmed twice as I pulled my cum soaked hand from between her thighs. Sheila watched lustily as I licked her juices from my hand. "God that's hot" she breathily exhaled. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and rushed into Sheila's apartment.

For a moment there was a awkward silence as we all tried to decide how to restart the festivities. "Let's go back to step one." Jamie suggested. He walked to Sheila's stereo and put in a dance CD. Quiet enough not to wake the neighbors, but clear enough to reawaken our libidos. Sheila and I began to grind together in the middle of her living room, as Jamie slid in behind her. She grabbed the back of his neck, and we recreated the position that had caused everyone at the club to take notice.

This time, instead of leaving to pay the bill, Jamie began to pull off Sheila's blouse. As his hands moved up her body, removing her top, I began to kiss my way downward, sliding her skirt and thong to the floor and tossing them to the side. From my kneeling position I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful swollen alter that beckoned me to worship. I licked her tender, moist pussy, causing her to shake. Using Jamie for support, she wrapped her legs around my neck pushed herself into my mouth. Jamie laid her down upon the sofa and in a position resembling a 69, took one of her breasts into his mouth. Sheila reached up and began to pull his shirt off, scratching his back as she did it. With her feet, she started to pull at the bottom of my shirt as well. "Mmm, naked boys." She moaned.

I pulled my head away from her legs only long enough to take my shirt off. I began to take off my jeans without stopping what I was doing. I heard Jamie's belt buckle hit the floor, and knew that I was the only one with any clothing still on. That soon changed as I kicked off my pants and socks. I could feel Jamie change positions and knew just where he was headed when I heard Sheila lustfully whisper "Fuck my titties."

As I continued to pleasure her below her waist, Jamie sat astride of Sheila and began to slide his rock hard penis between her breasts. I don't know which of us was the first, but soon all three of us were moaning with pleasure. Jamie's pace began to increase and I heard Sheila order "Cum in my mouth!" With that he stood up beside her and Sheila turned onto her side to take Jamie into her mouth. Although she tried to keep my head between her legs, I had other plans. I turned Sheila all the way over, so that she was on all fours, and I slid my throbbing member into her dripping wet cunt.

With a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, Sheila was in her own libidinous paradise. When Jamie finally shot his load, his orgasmic grunt was only rivaled by the sound of Sheila's ravenous moans as she tried to swallow every drop. I continued to pound her from behind as they began to kiss, Sheila giving Jamie a taste of his own seed. As Jamie moved his way down to her breasts, I grabbed Sheila's long blond hair. With her neck tilted back towards me I leaned in and bit it, feeling the sweat from my chest mix with the sweat on her back. My body began to tighten up, and I knew that I was reaching a long overdue release. Both of Sheila's hands gripped my ass as she said, "I want to feel you cum inside of me." With that I let out a loud grunt as I felt my seed fill up her tight little vagina.

We sat on the couch under a blanket, Jamie and I again sandwiching Sheila. Our hands, lips and tongues running all over her body. Hers all over ours. I excused myself for a glass of water. Drinking it slowly, I was still processing the night's events in my mind. I went to the stereo and turned it off, we had forgotten the music was even playing. Softly at first, then louder, I heard a familiar noise coming from the direction of the couch. Sheila was mounted on top of Jamie, blissfully riding him, her eyes closed. Her perfect medically enhanced breasts and nipples pointing proudly to the ceiling. I thought back to six months prior, when she had been too self-conscious to even be on top. As I quietly gathered my clothes and prepared to call a cab back to my car, I realized that the benefits our friendship had produced went beyond sexual. I took one last look back as I walked out the door. Our eyes met and she blew me a kiss. I smiled back, gave her a wink, and closed the door behind me. 



Friends...and Benefits



The summer evening was just right - cooler than the day had been, but still warm enough that going around in bathing suits wasn't too uncomfortable. The group of friends, all home from various colleges, were hanging out at the local abandoned quarry, now the local swim hole. Alcohol had been flowing freely, and most of the young adults were feeling no pain. A few had already paired up and snuck back to their tents for a more intimate reunion, leaving just Marie, Ted, Derrick, Chris, and Robert around the campfire near the edge of the water.

"Now, that is NOT how it happened!" Chris was protesting as Robert and Ted were telling a story from their childhood. Everyone was laughing, even Chris, as he hurled marshmallows at the other two boys. Marie smiled vaguely, and Derrick, watching her, nudged Ted next to him, then nodded toward Marie. Ted got the hint and signaled to Robert and Chris. Robert was slower on the pickup than Chris, but once Ted leaned over and whispered something in his ear, Robert grinned and nodded. Marie, although a bit geeky in high school, had been a hottie behind the glasses...and now that she had ditched them in favor of contacts, Marie was even hotter, her big blue-green eyes contrasting beautifully with her tan skin and black hair.

"Oh, and Marie - remember the time we taught you how to dance?" Derrick said in one of the silences and winked at Ted. Ted immediately chimed in, "Yes, and have you improved any? You had NO sense of rhythm!" The boys all hooted agreement as Marie stood up indignantly, staggering a bit, and slurred drunkenly, "I had GREAT rythmn...rithmen...whahever!" That made the others laugh even harder and let out catcalls and hoots.

"I'll schow you I can - I can dansh ash good ash annybudy!" Marie shouted and then began to do a sinuous, sensual dance, her hips swaying and her breasts shimmying in the shifting firelight. The boys fell silent as she continued to dance in a very sexual way, the alcohol having relaxed a lot of her inhibitions. One or two of the boys even groaned as they all felt their cocks get harder.

"Woooo, Marie!" one of the guys called out. "Hot, baby, hot!" That seemed to egg Marie on even more, and she began to do a tease for them, slipping one bikini strap down her arm, just to pull it up again, then the other, then both. The guys all shouted encouragement, and Marie's face began to get more flushed. The scent of her arousal was beginning to be noticeable, and the boys began to get more aroused and restless themselves as they scented her.

Derrick and Ted, the two leaders of the group, started getting more explicit in their cries. "C'mon, Marie, take it off - or are you too afraid to?" They both knew that Marie could never back down from a challenge. "Yeah, baby, show us if those gorgeous breasts are real!" "Nah, I bet they're fakes! She won't show us - too scared to admit they're fake!"

Marie looked at them hotly and protested, "Thesh babies arre rrreal, shee?" and she yanked her top off, to the shock and delight of all the guys. "Herrre, feel 'em!" she growled at the stunned Derrick, who quickly recovered and reached up to slide his hands along her big bosom, squeezing gently at first, then with more urgency as her nipples hardened under his touch and Marie moaned from somewhere deep in her throat. Ted came up behind her and, wrapping his arms around her, tipped her slightly so she was a little off-balance and leaning against him. He let his hand go up to Marie's tits and stroked the hardened nipples, making her groan and galvanizing the other boys to action. Soon she had four pairs of hands all over her, stroking her legs, stomach, breasts - any place they could roam. Marie leaned more on Ted as the combination of arousal and drink made her dizzy. Her legs spread apart as she tried to get her balance back, and Derrick's hand slid right into place between her thighs, teasing at the damp fabric of her bikini - and with a noticeably damper spot right in her crotch.

Marie began to grind her hips against Derrick's hand and he growled as well, pulling down on the crotch of the bikini bottom and pulling it off her legs. Ted helped by pulling on Marie just slightly so that she would stumble but not fall. As her feet came up, Derrick pulled the panties off that foot. Soon Marie was completely naked and smelling of arousal. The four around her became even bolder; hands roamed over her pussy area and asscheeks, and soon fingers were being inserted into her cunt and anal passages. Marie was in a fever, not knowing who to rub up against, and she began to whimper, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh please!"

All of the men had noticeable hard-ons, and her pleas were causing them all to respond, rubbing their cocks through their swimsuits against her nubile body. One by one, they pulled off their suits and slid their bodies along hers. She let out a groan that surely could have been heard all over the camp and Ted, his prick poking at the rosebud entrance to her luscious ass, grabbed her hard and, lifting her off her feet, growled at the others, "Let's go someplace more ... private."

The others nodded agreement as Derrick picked up Marie's feet and they carried her, half-heartedly protesting, to their tent nearby. It wasn't huge, but it was large enough to hold all of them semi-comfortably. The guys laid Marie down on one of the sleeping bags on the floor, then began to fondle her in earnest.

Marie was writhing on the bag, in ecstasy from having all those hands roaming her, touching her, invading her body in such delightfully erotic ways. She was so in delirium that it didn't register that a body was pressing on her and a cock sliding into her lubricated quim until the owner of the cock - Derrick - began to slide his hard prick in and out of her soft, welcoming cunt. "I...I doan knooo..."

Derrick whispered in her ear, making her shiver, and said softly, "Oh, Marie ... you're so soft, so sexy ... please don't make me stop ...," and then his lips slid down to her nipples as he pushed her breasts up to capture the taut, reddened nub. As his tongue and lips teased the nipple further, Marie arched her back and groaned out, "No . . . doan shtop!" Her legs curled around Derrick's legs and her heels bumped into his buttocks, encouraging him to keep going. He moaned, "Oh damn, this is so fucking good!" and began to speed up his thrusts.

Meanwhile, Ted, Chris and Robert were stroking their cocks; Ted moved down to Marie's mouth and slid his prick in between her soft, pink lips. He moaned as his cock was surrounded by her warm, wet mouth and tongue; he grabbed Marie's hair and began to move her head back and forth. Chris was sucking on her other breast while stroking his dick, and Robert was wrapping her hand around his member and rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. Ted made a growling sound as Marie's groans made her lips and mouth vibrate; he gasped out, "Oh fuck yeah! Do that again!"

The sounds of groaning and sighing were all that filled the tent for a while, as the four boys enjoyed the many charms of their friend. Derrick was the first to say anything, and he, although loving the feeling of his prick being massaged and squeezed by Marie's hot little snatch, had been fingering her asshole and wondering what it would be like to have his cock in the tight little hole. "Ted," he gasped out to his friend, "come down here and let Chris have her mouth...I want to fuck this sweet little ass, and I've always wanted to double-penetrate a girl."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yeah!" Ted agreed, and pulled out of Marie's mouth with an audible pop. Derrick pulled out of Marie's cunt, to her moans and protests, and positioned himself at her little rosebud hole. Ted poised himself to enter as soon as Derrick gave him the word, and Chris grabbed the back of Marie's hair and began fucking her face, emitting groans of pleasure as her vocalizations made her lips vibrate against his cock.

Derrick scooped out some of Marie's secretions from her pussy and spread them over her ass hole, fingering into the hole and getting some of the lubricant into the passage. He then poised his cock at the entrance and slid in slowly but firmly. Marie arched her back, her whimpers lost around Chris' cock, and Derrick continued to push in, holding her around her waist, until he felt a snapping sensation and realized he was inside her heavenly back door. He then nodded at Ted while saying, "OK guys, get ready - rolling her onto me!"

All the guys backed off slightly as Derrick rolled onto his back, taking Marie with him, his prick still buried firmly into her ass - gods, it was so tight! Chris and Robert went back to their blow job and hand job, respectively, while Ted teased at the entrance to her cunt, then pushed in slowly. He and Derrick both had a moment when they both thought they were going to lose it, as Ted's helmet rubbed against Derrick's through the thin membrane separating the two passages, but then Ted got past that and buried himself in her hot little pussy. "Ohhhhhhh damn," the two boys groaned, and Ted added, "This is even better than in the pornos!"

The two boys began a back-and-forth motion, one boy pushing in and the other pulling out, as they fucked their friend, enjoying how much tighter her holes were than before they both fucked her. Derrick, in particular, was almost in pain from the tightness . . . and enjoying it greatly. He could feel his foreskin being pulled back and forth; the friction was driving him crazy. He could hear Chris above him groaning out, "Oh fuck, oh shit, I'm cumming!" as Robert guided his cock, Marie's hand still around it, to her chest and moaned out, "Oh hells -!" and shot his seed all over Marie's chest and stomach. That, in turn, triggered Ted and Derrick, and they both growled and moaned as their cocks spewed spunk into Marie's ass and cunt.

Ted pulled out, then Derrick, and all of the guys looked at Marie, who was covered in cum, cum oozing out of her ass and cunt, and a small string of cum leaking out of her mouth - she was so drunk, she was having difficulty swallowing the spunk Chris had shot. She finally managed, though, and she grinned drunkenly at her four friends. "Tha wassh awshume!" she slurred out. The four boys let out a collective sigh of relief, then helped Marie up and out to the water to clean up. They stayed near the shore where the water was warmer and the ground underfoot safer.

The water was so warm and caressing, the five soon found themselves aroused again and ready for round two. Marie was even easier to lift when she was in the water, and this time Chris and Robert were the ones to bury themselves into her ass and pussy. Both boys groaned as their cocks felt her hot, tight passages squeezing around them. Derrick and Ted had Marie's hands around their cocks as they sucked on her nipples, making her groan and whimper as she wriggled around as much as she could on the other two boys' shafts. That, in turn, made Chris and Robert moan as the movement of her body made the friction on their cocks increase.

Since they had already cum earlier, all four boys were able to keep their stamina up more, and they took their time fucking Marie, Robert pulling out slowly while Chris pushed in. Derrick and Ted helped Marie slide her hands all along their pricks, pushing the foreskin over their glans and then back down along the shafts. Marie's head whipped back and forth, her moans and cries spurring the boys on to fuck her harder. The boys' comments got more ribald as well; Ted was muttering in Marie's ear, "Such a hot little slut, so wet and ready for us...you love us fucking your body, don't you?" while Derrick moaned out what a sweet round ass and perky, full breasts she had. Chris and Robert were gasping out between thrusts how tight and hot her holes were. Marie not only didn't object, she moaned out, "I amma shlut...I wan' yooo to fuck me likea lil whoore...fuck me hard!"

The guys took their time, but the words Marie said goaded them on to increase the speed and intensity of their thrusts. Soon the only sounds were the boys grunting and panting and Marie whimpering and moaning out her approval of what they were doing. But too soon the friction and the fact that they were fucking their friend – and out in a public place – caused the four men to groan out, one by one, "Oh god...Oh shit...I'm coming...Fuck, yeah, I'm cumming!"

Derrick and Ted pulled up closer to Marie and, angling their cocks, shot their cum over her breasts and stomach. Seeing that, Chris growled and shot his load into Marie's hot little cunt; Robert felt Marie's ass and cunt tighten with her orgasm and he couldn't hold back any longer. His hot blast of seed shot up Marie's back passage and he gritted out, "OH shit, yes!"

The four helped Marie again get cleaned up and they all walked up to the firepit to get their suits. Suddenly they all heard the sound of clapping; apparently their cries had alerted the whole camp and of course as many people as weren't then occupied came to see what was going on. Catcalls of, "Oh damn, Marie, never knew you were such a hot slut!" and "What a show, guys! Gonna do a repeat performance?" filled the air as the five blushed. Then Derrick, the orneriest of the bunch, grinned and replied, "Sure thing! Every night at 5 – but it'll cost you!"

Groans and good-natured protests filled the air as the five collected their clothes, Marie getting groped a bit by some of the guys as she headed back to her tent. Derrick, however, intercepted her and asked quietly, "We've got room in our tent – want to join us there?"

Marie smiled blearily and said softly, "Sshure. Souns good!" She draped an arm over Derrick's and leaned drunkenly on him. He grinned, cupping her breast with a hand as he adjusted her so he was mostly carrying her. He nodded to the other three and they joined him, helping with Marie's drunken form as she staggered between them all. Oh it was going to be a good night, all right...just perfect for the five friends to really get to know each other better! Derrick grinned and kissed Marie gently, then harder as her lips reacted to his and she pushed in harder into the kiss. Mmmmm, he thought to himself – a good night indeed ...!

Hand on her buttocks, squeezing gently, he and the other three herded Marie back to their tent. Having a hot, fuckable friend was one of the best benefits the four could ever dream of! And as the five drifted off to sleep, Marie firmly in the middle of the four, they all hoped that they would get a chance to do this all again.