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Damn, My Buddy is a Sub! Ch. 01

By: Watcherdownsouth



"Dude, I appreciate you inviting me over to hang out for a while. With my wife and kids visiting family out of state, I was starting to get bored around the house in the evenings."

My buddy had invited me to come over and have a few drinks with his girlfriend one evening while the wife was visiting family. It was nice having a quiet house to myself the first night, but after that it was a little strange -- the house was usually noisy with the sounds of the kids. I had not had a chance to meet his new girlfriend before, and I was looking forward to it. From the pictures he had emailed me, she looked pretty. Cal had said that she was really nice, but sort of uptight. I wasn't so sure -- in a couple of the photos, she seemed to have a certain playful gleam in her eye. I had seen that look before in girls I dated in the past, and it was usually a very good thing.

I walked into the living room, and Terri stood up as I introduced myself. She smiled and walked over and said hi, then gave me a quick hug. I could feel her big, firm breasts press against my stomach as she hugged me. She let go, and went back and sat down next to Cal on the sofa. I sat in a chair and made small talk as I imagined what she would look like naked. She was even prettier in person, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. According to Cal she was somewhere in her mid-thirties, but looked ten years younger than that. With her wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt, her slim, tanned legs were propped up on the sofa. I was having a hard time trying to maintain eye contact and not just sit and stare at those luscious legs. Tanned and pedicured, even her feet were beautiful. I could see now why Cal had asked her to move in with him after just a few months of dating.

I think Terri could sense that I was checking her out, and she gave me an amused little half-grin when she caught me staring at her legs. I cleared my throat and started to stand, and asked if I could get a beer or something. She jumped up, and said that she was thirsty too, and that she would make a pitcher of margaritas. 

After she left, I cut my eyes at Cal, and said under my breath, "Shit, dude! She is beautiful! What is she doing with you?"

He laughed. We were always busting on one another -- that is just the way our friendship worked. We had been buddies for a few years. I met him through my wife -- he had dated her years before, and had remained friends after they stopped dating. He teased me on a regular basis that he had fucked my wife first. I would just tease him back that I must be fucking her better, because she was with me, not him.

I had been teasing him since he had started dating Terri about me getting to fuck her. Hell, I said, if you fucked my wife, it is only fair that I get to fuck your girlfriend. Cal would just laugh and blow me off, but I stayed after him. I was sort of teasing, and sort of not teasing. I was content with my wife, but after he emailed my pictures of Terri in a bikini at the beach, I started fantasizing about slipping my big dick into her -- she really did have a terrific body. Cal knew I daydreamed about it, but it was hard to read exactly what he thought about that. 

Cal had a little bit of "player" in him, but we had never shared or swapped partners. Other than him sleeping with my wife before I met her, the closest we had come to anything like that was when I had first started dating my wife. We had come over to Cal's house one evening for drinks, and before the night was done, we ended up skinny-dipping in the pool in Cal's backyard with him and the girl he was dating at that time. We did not trade partners or anything, but we did each go down on our respective dates as they sat naked on the side of the pool chatting. In fact, we skinny-dipped together like this two different times.

Having skinny-dipped with him a couple of times, I could understand why he usually had a good-looking girl hanging around. He was not nearly my size, but stayed in good shape. He was about 5'9' or 5'10", and somewhere around one hundred and seventy pounds. He was lean and well-defined, with more of a runner's body than a weightlifters body. I was much larger -- about 6'2" and weighing about 230 pounds, I was broad-shouldered and muscular. 

"Hey, before Terri gets back, I want to tell you something", Cal said with a mischievous grin. "About a half hour ago I started flirting and coming on to her. I was rubbing her tits, kissing her neck -- generally just getting her worked up. She kept pushing me away, saying that you would be here any minute. She gets really wet when she gets horny, so I was trying to see if I could get her wet enough to make a spot on her khaki shorts before you got here."

I told him that it didn't work, because her shorts did not have any spots on them -- I would have seen them. He just grinned and said, "Yeah, I saw you checking her out. But keep an eye on those shorts, because they will have a spot pretty soon." With that, he glanced towards the door, and then pulled a pair of girl's panties out from between the sofa cushions. "I had her shorts and underwear off and was fingering her when you rang the doorbell. I wouldn't give them back to her, so she had to pull on her shorts without them. As wet as she is, it will start to show sooner or later!"

I chuckled and shook my head, and motioned for him to throw the panties to me. I was sort of proud of Cal -- I didn't know he would do something even mildly daring like this with a girl he was dating. He was good-looking enough, and dated good-looking women, but he had always been sort of timid around them, especially women that he was dating. If was like he was always waiting for their permission before doing anything. He had a little bit of a submissive streak in him, so it was a little surprising that he would get Terri worked up, knowing that I was about to show up, and even more surprising that he would share so much about her with me when I had just met her.

I caught the panties when he tossed them, and examined them. Bikini style, black, with little pink polka-dots on them, from Victorias Secret. Just about exactly what I would have guessed. I closed my eyes, held them up to my nose, and inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of Cal's new girlfriend. With my eyes still shut, I inhaled again. The scent exploded in my brain, then raced directly to my groin. Light, sweet, and feminine, the scent was pure sex. Still holding the panties with one hand, I reached down and adjusted my trousers to make room for my half-hard cock.

"Uhmm, Paul? Paul?" Cal's voice cut through my daze. I opened my eyes to see that Terri had stepped into the room, and was holding a tray with the drinks on it, staring at me as I sat there with her underwear pressed to my face. The look of bewilderment on her face was priceless. "Cal! I cannot believe that you gave those to him! I do not even know him!" she scolded. 

I could tell immediately that even though she was a little embarrassed, she was not truly angry. She did not yell, and she did not immediately ask for them back. She set the tray down, then jumped on Cal and started playfully hitting him. He was laughing, and protecting himself with a pillow from the sofa. As they were wrestling around, I reached forward and poured three glasses of margarita from the pitcher, then sat back in my chair, and inhaled the scent from the panties again.

Terri sat up and saw the filled glasses, and picked one up and took a deep pull from it. She looked over at me holding her underwear to my face and asked, "Can I get those back now?" 

I shook my head, then said "Not yet. Not until you have emptied your glass twice." She just rolled her eyes, then punched Cal again for giving them to me. We sat and made small talk for a while, getting to know one another and emptying the pitcher. Terri made another pitcher, and after a while it was gone too. By now, we were all starting to get pretty buzzed.

Terri looked over at me and asked, "Can I get my underwear back now?" I replied, "I don't know. How do I know that they are yours?"

"Well, who else's would they be?"

"Well, maybe they are Cal's". I said with a grin. "Or maybe they are yours, but he was wearing them. How do I know which of you had them on?" She just pouted, and stuck her hand out. I told her "Nope. Prove that they were on you."

She looked over at Cal. "Cal, help me...he won't give them to me!" she pleaded in a playful tone. He just shrugged. "He has a point, hon. How does he know that they are yours?"

She pouted a little more, then got up and tried to grab them from me. After we playfully grappled for a minute, I stood and with one arm picked her up over my shoulder. She squealed, and reached for the panties again. This time, I stuffed them inside the front of my trousers to keep them from her. I walked over to the sofa and set her down next to Cal, then stood in front of them. I was about to take a chance, but I had a feeling....

The whole time I was wrestling and playing with Terri, Cal had not said a word. He just sat there, obviously liking watching the two of us. Something in the way they interacted -- nothing blatant, just very subtle -- made me think that she was in charge around here. I wanted to see if that was true...or if she even knew it yet. 

Standing directly in front of her, I said "If you want the panties, you have to get them yourself." She stared at where I had stuffed them in the crotch of my pants, then looked at Cal. Cal looked at her, then up at me, with a quiet, pleading look. That look gave him away. Suddenly I knew. As I looked back at him knowingly, he realized that I knew.

This was shaping up to be a very interesting evening.

"Somebody is going to get these panties out of my pants, and it is not going to be me", I announced. "And whoever gets them has to prove that they do not have any on. So, which of you does not have any panties on? Cal?"

Cal blushed and called me a dickhead, but he did not move his spot on the sofa. Terri glanced at him quizzically, and then a slight smile crossed her lips. She is starting to figure this out, I thought. She folded her arms over her chest and said in a stern voice, "Cal! Do you have your panties on? Are those your panties in his pants?"

Cal blushed some more, but said nothing. I looked at Terri and said, "Well, they could be yours...or his. Why don't both of you lose those shorts and let's see who has some on, and who doesn't?"

Then I rolled the dice. 

"Now. Stand up and do it -- now!" I commanded both of them, in a stern voice.

I held my breath and waited to see the reaction. They looked at each other, and then Terri smiled and reached for the button on her shorts. Cal's eyes opened wide, then he sighed and reached for his shorts, too.

This was getting sort of exciting. My cock started to twitch to life in my trousers. I could feed the soft cotton of her underwear against the skin of my cock as it slowly started to swell.

Sitting on the sofa in front of me, Terri shimmied out of her shorts and tossed them on the coffee table behind me. She had medium, blondish-brown hair down below, neatly trimmed in a narrow stripe and ending just above her pussy. Sitting with her heels propped up on the sofa, she flipped her knees open for a second or two, then closed them and lowered her legs. "See? No underwear. Now give those to me", she said.

I shook my head no, and motioned towards Cal. "His turn." Cal started to comply, but then stopped, and just sat there, staring directly in front of him. I wanted to be sure Terri understood the situation. "Terri, tell Cal to remove his shorts. Now."

Terri glanced at me, then looked directly at Cal and said "Take them off, Cal. Right now."

Cal sighed again, but reached down and pulled his shorts off. He had on a pair of boxers underneath. Without saying anything, I nodded to Terri. She told him "Those too. Now."

Cal removed the boxers, and slouched back on the sofa. His cock was at full attention, and he was turning red from embarrassment. But he was doing as he was told.

Terri looked at me and asked "Well, can I have my panties now?" I motioned towards my groin and said "You can have them, but you gotta come get them. Unless Cal wants to get them."

Cal looked at me with a sort of shocked stare. For a second, I thought that he was going to reach for my pants. Before he could move, though, Terri leaned forward and started unbuttoning my trousers, then pulled them down. I had on boxers too, and the panties were stuffed inside of those. Terri playfully opened the fly of the boxers and peeked inside. "Yoo hoo! Anybody home in there?" she said with a laugh. Her breathing was starting to get a little heavy, and her eyes were dancing.

"Reach in there and find out", I instructed her. She snaked her hand in the fly opening and squeezed my half-hard member. At the touch, my cock began to swell to its full size. Removing her hand from the fly, Terri grasped my boxers at the bottom of each leg opening and pulled them down.

As the boxers dropped to my knees, my cock sprung out and pointed up at a forty-five degree angle. The panties were hanging from it, with my cock sticking through one of the leg holes. Terri giggled and said, "It looks like you were wearing the panties, not us!" Even Cal grinned at that remark. Ever since my boxers had dropped, both sets of eyes on the sofa had not left my rigid pole. At a little over seven inches, it was not the longest around, but it was extremely thick, rippling with wide, well-defined veins.

"Who is going to take them off of him?" I asked, nodding towards the panties. I knew by now that they both wanted to, but that only one of them had the gumption to actually touch me. Sure enough, as Cal sat staring at my dick, Terri sat forward again and stroked my cock with both hands for ten or fifteen seconds, rolling her small hands up and down the length of the shaft and rubbing my balls for good measure. Then, with a little sigh of appreciation, she lifted the panties off of my cock and sat back.

I had an idea. "Terri, have you ever had a man lick your pussy?"

She made a puzzled face and said, "Yeah. Of course I have."

I replied, "I mean a real man. A man that can lick you until you beg for mercy. I have a bet for you. I say that I can eat your pussy better than any man ever has. Ever."

She thought about that for a moment, and then glanced at Cal. Cal was still staring at my cock. "Better than anyone? What is the bet?"

"If I cannot eat your pussy better than anyone ever has, I will be a slave to the two of you for the rest of the night."

Her eyes opened wide and she grinned. "Slave, huh? Cool."

Then she thought for a second and said, "Not that you actually can, but what if you do eat my pussy better than anyone? What then?"

I glance at Cal, who was still staring at my dick, and stated, "If I do eat your pussy better than anyone before, then we will flip a coin. Heads, you will be a slave to me and Cal for the evening. Tails, and Cal will be a slave to you and me for the evening."

Hearing his name, Cal came out of his trance and said "What? What was that about being a slave?"

I repeated the terms of the bet again. Cal shook his head, and said, "Hon, you do not have to do this. Hell, I cannot believe that we are all half-naked already! Do you want to stop?"

Terri looked up at me and grinned. "Stop? Hell, I am looking forward to making this cocky bastard a slave!"

I just smiled. Game On. Little did she know, but she had just entered my personal playground. I have been addicted to eating pussy for years, and had honed my craft on untold dozens of young ladies before I got married. Heck, that skill even probably had something to do with my wife marrying me. This was going to be fun.

Cal looked a little troubled. He knew of my love for pussy, and had witnessed me in action those couple of times when we were skinny-dipping with the girls. 

I peeled off the rest of my clothes, and pulled the t-shirt off of Terri. She did not have a bra on under the shirt, and her big breasts were now on display. The nipples were bigger than a silver dollar, and were swelling and extending larger as I watched. They were even more spectacular than the rest of her.

I flipped her legs to one side of the sofa, and leaned her back so that she was leaning against Cal. I then spread her legs, and then dropping to one knee beside the sofa, lowered my head to her slit, and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating -- it was ten times better in person than it was on the panties. I inhaled again, then moaned, and rubbed my entire face across her mound.

"You smell absolutely amazing. This is going to be really special."

(continued in Chapter 2)

Damn, My Buddy is a Sub! Ch. 02



(continued from section 1)

(In the first section, I teased with my buddy's girlfriend, and got her to agree to a bet...a bet that I was determined to win.)

*

I separated her pink inner lips with my nose, and making my tongue wide and flat, I gave her several long, firm, slow licks the length of her slit, starting at the skin between her pussy and ass and stopping above the clit. I repeated this stroke for a minute or two, until I felt the muscles in her hips and legs relax. I then rolled my tongue up and over her clit, licking up through her trench, looping my tongue over the hood of her clit, then back down through her trench again. After several passes up and down her in this fashion, I then put her hooded clit between my lips and rolled it around, still protected by its hood.

When I did this, she let out her first sound. "Mmmmmmmmm.......", she hummed contently, to nobody in particular. "That does feel good..."

I returned to licking her entire pussy, and found that her juices had begun to run in earnest. She was getting sloppy wet, and tasted absolutely delicious. The combination of her light, clean scent and the taste of the clear liquid seeping from her had me fixated on her pussy. The smooth, hairless lips had flushed from the dainty light pink color that they were when I started to a swollen reddish-purple. Her clit was completely engorged now, and stood out from under its hood. It was bright pink, and much larger than I would have initially guessed.

A tiny stream of her clear cream had trickled out of her pussy, and run down to the rim of her ass. I slowly traced the path it had taken with my tongue, arriving at the tiny pink knot of her asshole. With some extra saliva and a firm tongue, I ran my tongue in slow circles around the rim of her ass, occasionally flicking my tongue at the center of the knot. After several circles around the rim, I ran my tongue back up and drove it deep into her pussy several times, then retraced my path around her ass again. And then again to her pussy, with wide, slow licks from the bottom to the top. 

She exhaled loudly, and her hips began the telltale small, involuntary quivers that mark the beginning of a girl's path to an orgasm. I smiled to myself when I felt the quivers, and lifted my eyes to look up at the two of them.

Terri had her eyes closed and was leaning back, reclining against Cal's side. She had her mouth half-open, with a hint of a smile playing off of her lips and a slight flush to her cheeks and throat. I smiled again. That flush was telling. Many girls become adept at faking orgasms for one reason or another, but they cannot fake that flush they get when they are truly excited.

Cal had one arm around her shoulders, with his hand caressing one of her breasts. His other hand was stroking his cock, slowly pulling and kneading on his shaft as he watched me pleasure his girlfriend. I smiled at him, then lowered my head, keeping eye contact with Cal. I lightly sucked her clit between my lips, and holding the suction, quivered my tongue ever so lightly over her clit. When she moaned loudly, I winked at Cal, then broke the eye contact and went back to work on Terri.

Terri had her left leg thrown up against the back of the sofa, and she lifted the right leg and propped her heel on my back, up near my shoulder. With both of her legs propped up, it freed my hands to join the party that my tongue was having with her pussy. While I sucked gently on her clit, I placed all four fingers of each hand on each respective side of her pussy, just on the outside edge of her meaty outer lips. I pressed the fingertips together, and with both lips caught between them, I rolled the outer lips -- and the inner lips caught inside of them -- in a circular, massaging motion.

I glanced up again, and saw that both of her nipples were swollen and extended. Riding high on top of her firm breasts, they were a sight to behold. Alternating my tongue between long, deep strokes inside her pussy and light rolling strokes over her clit, I slid both of my hands up over her abdomen to her breasts. I nudged Cal's hand out of the way, then slid my hands up further, enjoying the heft and firmness of her breasts in my palms. 

Pushing up from the bottom, I grazed my palms up and over her nipples, then rotated my palms in a circular motion, kneading her large, hard nipples without using my fingers. Her eyelids fluttered open and she made eye contact with me for the first time. 

"Ohhh, shiiiit....that is amazing...", she murmured, drawing the words out. Her eyes shut again, and her jaw fell open, as she began breathing heavily through her mouth.

Cal had an iron grip on his erect cock, and was beginning to stroke it harder. Without saying anything, I pointed at his cock and wagged my finger, simultaneously shaking my head No. He got the idea -- I did not want him to come yet. He slowed his stroke, and then moved his hand to his balls, which he began squeezing and caressing.

I returned my attention to Terri, placing my hand back on her breast and continuing the kneading with my palms. Her nipples had responded by swelling even larger, and turning a dark pink color. With her nipples in such a state, I knew that she was more than halfway to her first orgasm.

Getting serious now, I continued my rubbing of her breasts, but lightened the stroke, as to not distract from the sensations of my tongue exploring her folds. My tongue delved deep inside her repeatedly, then dropped down to penetrate her ass slightly, then returned to her pussy. When the twitching of her hips fell into a rhythmic cadence, I went to work on her clit.

I lightly sucked her clit into my mouth, and then quivered my tongue over it. This time, though, I continued the buzzing for twenty or thirty seconds. Having already worked her up into a lather, this buzzing was building her up rapidly towards her climax. 

She moaned loudly, then pushing my arms away from her breasts, she clutched the back of my head with both of her hands and pulled it firmly into her crotch. I released her clit from my mouth, and drove my tongue deep inside of her, over and over. After about thirty seconds of this, I returned my mouth to her clit, and snaked a couple of fingers into her drenched cunt.

As I slowly but firmly rolled my tongue up and over her clit and its hood, over and over, I worked two fingers into her pussy, with the fingertips facing up. Pressing up against the wall a few inches in, I kneaded the top of her pussy wall, feeling for her G spot. As my fingers found the spot and rolled over it repeatedly, pressing firmly, Terri's hands clenched hard at the back of my head and her nails dug into my scalp.

Ignoring her nails, I sucked hard on her clit as I continued to roll my fingertips over her G spot. I could feel her body respond to the waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. Her head rolled from side to side, and she kept mumbling unintelligibly, with the only understandable words being "Yes! Ohhhhh, fuck yessss....!"

Knowing that she was about to come, I didn't change a thing. I had her clit suctioned into my mouth, with my tongue buzzing across it lightly at about ninety miles and hour. My fingers were pressed hard against her inner wall, making small, hard circles around her magical spot. I stopped my tongue for a few seconds right as she peaked, then drove my tongue down on her clit with a vengeance.

Terri exploded off of the sofa in climax. Her legs shot out straight and rigid on either side of my head, and her ass raised up off of the cushions as her body convulsed, then her hips pulled back, as she tried to escape from my quivering tongue. This up and down dance went on for almost half a minute, as her hips raised from the pleasure of the orgasm, then lowered as she tried to escape.

Just as she rolled past the main part of the orgasm, I stopped my tongue, but kept my lips wrapped around her clit, encircling it without touching it. I removed my fingers from inside her, and returned both hands to the slow but firm massaging motion, with the all four fingers of each hand pressing inwards from the outside of her outer lips.

As the orgasm subsided, and her breathing became regular again, I made my tongue wide and flat again, and ran it slowly up and down her now-gaping slit, careful to not touch her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she purred, with her eyes still closed.

For the next minute or two, I continued the long slow draws of my tongue over her drenched pussy, enjoying the plethora of juices that ran out of her while her body recovered. Sensing that she had passed her refractory period, I pulled the hood over her clit with my lips and rolled it around gently, careful to use the hood to protect it. 

That had the desired effect, as her ass muscles slowly clenched then relaxed, then clenched and relaxed, over and over. I dropped down and ran my tongue around the rim of her ass several times, then pushed my tongue in about an inch and wriggled it. She gasped lightly, then bucked her hips gently, while I ran my tongue over her tight pink asshole several times in quick succession.

Over the next several minutes, I slowly worked her over in a similar fashion to the first time, but this time I backed off every time she came close to climaxing. After several near misses, she was panting heavily, and nearly sobbing. "God, please! Make me come again! Ohh, pleeeaaase let me come...!"

Using only my fingers, I massaged her G spot furiously for a minute, until she was right on the cusp. I then lowered my head and pulled her clit back into my mouth, and started the light buzzing of my tongue over her clit. I rode her up to the crest of her climax, then froze my fingers and my tongue just long enough to let her slide back slightly from the crest, then repeated this four more times....then I pushed her over the edge.

She screamed and bucked as the orgasm consumed her. Cal had forgotten his penis, and was doing his best just to hold onto her shoulders has her body repeatedly wracked and convulsed with pleasure. The orgasm seemed to last forever, as her juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face and the sofa cushion.

After several long moments, her body went limp. I grinned -- I had her where I wanted her now. Just has she thought it was over, I started back on her pussy with my tongue. "Oh, God no, I can't take any more!", she pleaded, trying to push my head away.

"Say it then. Tell me that I am the best ever."

"Huh? What?" she mumbled, still trying to get away.

"The bet." I told her. "The bet. Say what we all know is true...tell me that I am the best ever." I then ran my tongue up the length of her slit, and settled in on her clit.

"Oh, God please stop for a minute! Okay, okay...you are the best. The absolute best I have ever had. Ohhhhh, holy shit.......Yes. The best. Okay?"

I lowered my head and blew a stream of air on her clit. She gasped and twitched again. "Now tell me that I can fuck you. Tell me that I can fuck you any way I want to", I commanded.

She glanced back at Cal, and he nodded. "Yes, you can fuck me..." she sighed, with a smile.

I blew on her clit again. "No, tell me that I can fuck you any way I want -- that all of your holes belong to me tonight."

Her eyes opened wider as the meaning became clear to her. To reinforce the idea, I dropped my head down and ran my tongue over her tight pink asshole a few times, then plunged it in and wiggled it.

"Ohhh God that feels good....Yes, you can fuck me any way you want. I am yours.", she breathed.

Cal said nothing, but he got a look on his face that looked like a kid whose candy was stolen. It dawned on me then that he had not had the pleasure of fucking Terri's tight little ass yet.

Sweet victory. I pulled my tongue from her ass and sat up, enjoying the view her lying up against her boyfriend, all frazzled and disheveled from the intense orgasms that she had just experienced. Cal sat there holding her shoulder and staring at the two of us. I winked at him again, then reached for my trousers.

"What are you doing?" Terri asked quizzically.

"Looking for a quarter. You two have a bet to honor."

(continued in Section 3)