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College Friend

By: Danman



This is a true story. I was a freshman in college. I lived in an all male dorm; all the guys in our hall were very close. It was about the midway through the first semester when one of the guys from across the hall called me over and told me he had something to tell me. Steve said that he considered me a good friend and wanted to be truthful to me. He told me he was gay. I was secretly pleased and excited to find out this information. Although I had not ever had any type of sexual relations with another man, I had plenty of experience with women, and was very open minded about sex exploration. I told Steve that his sexual preference didn't matter to me and we would always be friends.

That night after having several beers I decided that I should pay a visit to Steve. I crept into his room, careful not to wake his straight roommate who was on the top bunk. I kneeled next to Steve and as he slept gently began to caress his chest and nipples. His nipples got hard and I began to kiss them. Steve woke up a little disoriented but I told him that I had always wanted to be with another man. He let out a soft groan when he heard this. I moved up to face him and kissed him for the first time. He tasted good, like a man, our stubbled faces rubbed against each other making me hornier and hornier. I told Steve I wanted to suck his cock. "Oh yeah" he moaned. I kissed andlicked my way down his body. Stopping to suck his nipples again. Steve's hands were on my head forcing me down toward his semi hard penis. I flipped my thumbs under the top of his boxer shorts and he raised his ass off the bead. As I slipped his plaid boxer's down around his ankles his plump cock flopped against his belly. I just had to have that cock in my mouth. I lowered my head down and took as much as I could in my mouth and just let it lie there on my tongue savoring the feeling and taste. His dick grew in my mouth and I began to swirl by tongue around his shaft and head. Never having done this before, I was a little apprehensive but I figured I would do exactly what I would want to be done to me. Steve's cock was rock hard and my head was bobbing up and down coating his prick with my saliva. I moved down and licked his balls while my hand grasped his shaft like only another man knows how to do. After playing with his nuts my mouth returned to his cock head. I sucked hard on his head and my hand pumped up and down on his shaft. Steve moaned and said he was going to come. I sucked harder on his dick and was rewarded with a mouth full of cum. I swallowed as much as I could but some dribbled out of my mouth, which I quickly pushed back into my mouth. After Steve finished cumming I moved back up to his mouth and gave him a long deep kiss with our tongues swirling all around each other's mouths. Steve wanted to return the blowjob but I said I was scared we would wake his roommate.

The next day Steve and I were alone and he came up to me and gave me a deep kiss, which I returned passionately. Steve said that last night was great and he wanted to do it again. I agreed with him but told him I wasn't sure if I could be open about it, yet. He understood and said it would be our secret.

About two weeks later Steve, myself, and two other guys left to go on a ski weekend. This had been planned before Steve and I had gotten together. The other two guys didn't know about our situation. Well the skiing was OK but we were more interested in getting some bourbon and beers that evening. Well we partied pretty hard that night, lots of beer, some shots and joint or two and everyone was feeling pretty good. Things were winding down and it was time to decide the sleeping arrangements. The condo belonged to friends of Steve's parents so he naturally took king size bed in the master bedroom. The two others called the beds in the second bedroom, two singles. That left either the hide a bed or share the big bed with Steve. I played it off like it was too much of a pain to get the hide bed out and made up so I would just pass out in big master bed. I could see the look of anticipation in Steve's eyes when I said this. I was getting hard just thinking about what was to come.

I went on to the bedroom and began to get undressed. I got into the bed with my underwear on. After a while Steve came in and said he'd had enough of the partying out there and wanted to party some in here. I got out of the bed and went to the big bathroom to take a quick leak. When I got back Steve was standing there naked his beautiful cock hung down between his legs. " What are you doing with your drawers still on boy?" he asked me. "Why don't you come here and take them off?" I challenged him. He came over to me and we embraced with a hot wet kiss, our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. I could feel his cock stiffening against my already hard cock. Steve dropped down to his knees and peeled down my underwear and my cock sprang out to his lips. I love blowjobs, and Steve was an expert.

He swallowed my entire shaft; I could feel the head of my prick scraping the back of his throat. We moved to the bed and laid down next to each other and began to kiss again. Our hands roamed all over each other. Steve had a nice ass that I squeezed and caressed. His hands played over my buns as well, his fingers flirting with my puckered hole. Steve tongued my ear and told me that he wanted me inside of him. Well that just about set me off right there, but I controlled myself. We had never done this before. Steve laid down on his back and I decided I wanted to suck his cock some. I went down on him eagerly, licking his cock and balls. I went down below his balls to that spot between the nuts and the asshole. I licked him there and he went wild. My mouth was all over him. Sucking his cock, licking his balls going lower and my tongue hit his brown eye.

This really got him going his hands were running through my hair pushing me down. He let go of my hair and grabbed his legs pulling his knees towards his head. This gave me total access to his asshole and I licked it uncontrollably. I tongued it good, getting nice and slick for what was to come. Steve got up quickly and put my cock in his mouth and really slobbered all over it. He got back into his position and told me to fuck his ass. My prick rested and the entrance of his ass and I slowly began to slide it in. When I got all the way in, I found myself in the tightest, hottest spot I had ever been in. I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of him. Steve's hands were around my neck pulling me into him. His hands went from my neck to my ass, pinching my nipples urging me on to come in his ass. My cock didn't last long in his sweet hole. I thrust one last time and told Steve I was going to come. He told me to shoot my hot load into his ass. My sperm seemed to shoot out of my cock forever, it was a really big load.

When I was done I withdrew my cock and held Steve closely. Steve had yet to come and I wasn't going to let him down. I went down on his cock and sucked at it like there was no tomorrow. I went back down to his ass and tongued it good as my own juice leaked from it. I licked my sperm up and held it in my mouth and went back to Steve's mouth. Once there I kissed him and let my sperm run into his mouth, which he accepted gladly. I got on all fours and offered my ass to Steve. He got behind me and began to tongue my ass. He lubed my hole up with my own sperm that was in his mouth. I felt Steve's hand on my hips and his cock resting between my ass cheeks. Steve's cock split my virgin asshole. It hurt a little at first, but once it was buried into my ass it drove me wild. Steve pumped me for a while and I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger, he said he was close to exploding. He pulled his cock out and I turned over so I could get some of that delicious sperm in my mouth.

Steve couldn't hold back long enough for me to get my mouth around his cock and thick ropes of jizz shot out onto my face and neck. When he was done, I cleaned his cock off and sucked it dry. Steve pulled me up and began to lick his sperm off my face and put it in my mouth. We laid down together and fell asleep in each other's arms.

College Friends



Mrinal was 18 years old girl studying in college and doing her first year in Psychology. She was thin, skinny girl with prominent breasts that showed well over the thin frame of her body. She always dressed in a very revealing way, always. Her height was about 5'3" and she had a small face with pouting lips and a straight nose. She was about normal till she watched a scene in their house that turned her into something different and changed her way of thinking towards sex.

It was a Friday night and all were sleeping. At about 0100 in the night she heard some moaning and shuffled voices from their parent's bedroom and was curious to know the reason. She got up hurriedly, worried about what was happening to her parents and to see if something was wrong. As she went to the door of the bedroom to knock to her surprise she found it open and not locked. She heard some moaning from inside and was about to enter the door when she saw that the bed lamp was on and in the light of the lamp she saw her father and her mother kissing each other with their hands roaming around others body.

Her father pulled his wife down on the bed and kissed her hard on the mouth, while letting his free hand roam over her voluptuous body!!! Almost immediately she began tugging at his shorts until she had exposed his now very erect cock to her hungry gaze!!! "God you get me so hot," she panted as she dropped her head into his lap and took his smooth cock into her mouth and started to suck it hard. By now Mrinal was breathing heavily as she watched her mother sucking off her father like a bitch in heat. Mrinal watched as her mother swallowed the entire cock dad had and was struggling to get his balls in her mouth. Ohhh what a lusty woman her mother was! Mrinal could not go back to her room but stood there well hidden behind the door. Her heart was pounding heavily and she felt waves of heat flush through her body. Dad was removing her mother's gown and soon she was naked.

Her mother was about 45 but still looked attractive. Her breasts were great, 38D little sagging with the age. Her ass was also round and plump. As her father removed the gown of her mother, Mrinal sighed. She had seen her mother naked for the first time and that too sucking her father's cock! Ohhh god what was happening to her? She felt her pussy flood with some sticky fluid and her hands went to rub it. She rubbed her pussy as she watched her parents engage in the sexual act.

Her mother was now sucking her father's cock and was moving her mouth over the entire length of the 8 inch cock. Her father was moaning and urging his wife to suck it harder. Ohhh what a sight! Mrinal started to rub her own pussy with vigor and then inserted her long finger into her slit. It felt better. Her fingers were wet with the juice and slid in easily. She watched further. few minutes later, just as Dana had predicted, her father let out a big moan and flooded her mothers mouth with big globs of come. She thought her mother would spit it out but to her astonishment she swallowed it all and some of it dribbled out of her mouth and onto her chin. Her parents locked themselves in a long passionate kiss while her father furiously fingered his wife's big fat cunt, bringing her to a stunning orgasm. Then again they were fucking. Her mother rode her fathers cock and fucked him saying all the nasty things she never heard before. She said he was a horny old man and would fuck anything that walks on two legs! Her father too said that she was a whore and could take anything in her pussy that looked like a cock! When the show ended Mrinal had come twice and her pussy was flooding with juice. For the first time she felt so much importance of sex.

Next day in college she told everything to her best friend Neelam. Neelam was very broadminded girl and flirted with many of the boys but she was good at heart. Neelam told her that it was normal and that she should now get some cock in her pussy. Mrinal got annoyed at her statement but Neelam said that she would show her soon. She told her to come to her house on Sunday. Neelam was staying with her father and her mother had dies when she was 15. Mrinal wondered what was in Neelam's mind.

So on Sunday she went to Neelam's house and Neelam welcomed her. She introduced her to Mr. Rana, her father. They talked for some time and then when the two girls were alone, Neelam put some CD in the player and pushed the play button. It was a xxx movie that showed women sucking men and many other sexual acts. As the scenes began to unfold in front of them they both got excited and were breathing heavily. Neelam looked at Mrinal in a strange way. Neelam placed her hand on Mrinal's thigh and rubbed it. Mrinal felt electric current pass through her body and her heart started to beat faster. Ohhhhhh! How can the touch of another woman give her this feeling? She thought. But this was related to sex and hence beautiful. Another thought…… "Hey Mrinal lets get comfortable here." Neelam said.

" But your dad can walk in anytime."

"Ohhhh don't worry! We are very open. He knows that I watch these movies and he knows that now we are watching it together. Ohhh! He loves to see me watching these movies while I play with my cunt. He loves to watch! And while he watches me, he rubs his cock up and down in his fist. Isn't it exciting? So don't worry. Lets get comfortable. Do anything you want. feel free while we enjoy the movie together."

And Neelam started to rub her pussy over her skirt looking at the TV screen. Mrinal too felt her own pussy getting wet and slowly and shyly she put her hand inside her salwar. She found her pussy, caressed it over the thin cotton panties and finally she inserted one finger in her own pussy from the sides of the panties. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Moaning was heard. Both the girls were now moaning looking at the screen and rubbing their pussies. Neelam stood up and shed her clothes standing naked before her friend. She spread her legs and rubbed her pussy right in front of Mrinal. Mrinal found it exciting to watch her friends pussy and she in turn got rid of her own clothing. The two girls now sat opposite to each other, forgetting about the xxx movie and watching each other masturbating. Mrinal really loved this. This made her much more excited. Watching other's and be watched by others! Ohh yes! That's it. She realized that this turned her on more than ever. Even the xxx movie did not have that effect on her but watching did.

As they were masturbating in front of each other they heard Mr. Rana walk in. Mrinal grabbed her clothes and tried to hide her body. Neelam looked at her father and rubbed her pussy faster.

"Ohhh Daddy! My friend here made me so hot! Ohh god! Watch me fingering my pussy. Yes! Come on dad show me how hard your cock is. Ohhh I want to see it."

Mr. Rana immediately took his cock out of the pants opening the zipper hurriedly. Neelam saw her father's cock and immediately crawled to him with her mouth open. As soon as she was near his cock she took it in her mouth and started to suck it. Mrinal watched in total astonishment as her friend sucked on her fathers cock like a slut. Mrinal was really excited to watch this and remembered her father and mother. She visualized the scene she had seen in her house as her mother was sucking on her fathers cock. She had felt it wonderful to watch and just watching them had made her orgasm twice! Now also she felt that she should watch! Just watch the father and daughter getting it on.

Mrinal sat there watching and had put down the clothes she had collected to cover her body. She wanted to be naked and watch the sexual act too. Neelam was sucking her dad's cock avidly and her dad was pushing his ass to and fro to fuck his daughters mouth. He watched Mrinal sitting naked and watching them and said, " Hey Mrinal! Watch your friend suck her dads cock. You like it don't you? Ohhhhhh rub that pussy of yours while you watch baby! It gives us tremendous pleasure to watch you frigging your pussy. Watch her Neelam while you suck my Lund. Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! Sucxk it! Ohhhhh! Come on Mrinal show me your pussy spread those pussy lips for us. Ohh yes like that! Ohh sluts! Whores! Suck."

Mrinal was involuntarily spreading her pussy with two fingers and showing them the inner part of the treasure. Her pussy was open and they could see the red opening of her vagina. It was covered with long vaginal hair and she had to separate them to open up her pussy. Mr. Rana looked at the pussy of Mrinal and asked her to finger fuck it for them.

" Come on Mrinal finger fuck your pussy! Shove those slender fingers in that red pussy! Ohhhhh Neelam! Just watch that."

Neelam looked at her friend's pussy and forgot to suck her fathers cock. She sat there on the floor and told her father to rub his cock.

" Come on dad! Rub that cock of yours! I too shall finger fuck my pussy and we all will watch each other masturbating. Ohhh God! What a fun! Its so nice to watch. Yes dad rub that cock for us while we finger fuck our pussies."

Neelam spread her thighs and started to rub her own pussy watching her friend doing the same. Her pussy was covered with curly hair and her clit looked prominent. Mr. Rana's cock was rock hard and was wet with his daughters saliva. He took his rod in his fist and started to rub it up and down. WOW! The dirty old man was masturbating right in front of his daughter and her friend!

The room was filled with smell of sex and each one was busy rubbing their sex and watching others doing it. Suddenly Mr. Rana moaned loudly and started to cum. His cock erupted globs of semen that landed on his daughters breasts. The sticky globs trickled down the boobs onto her stomach and her pussy. The sight of his coming made the two girls come too. Both of them shoved two fingers in their pussy and pushing their ass came violently.! The room was filled with moaning of the two girls and Mr. Rana. Ohhh what a sight! Don’t forget to send your feedback 



College Friends



Author's note: this is my first submission to this site, and in fact my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. The story takes a bit to get going, but I think it's worth it when it does. Thanks for reading.

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Michelle and her husband Ron hadn't had an opportunity to visit their friend JP in quite a number of years. The three had known each other since high school, and had even attended the same college. JP had been a close friend of Michelle's for several years before she started to date Ron, and the two had retained a platonic friendship after Michelle and Ron's marriage.

In college JP was that rare creature who could seduce girls in spite of the fact that he was a stoner who shied away from showers and laundry. A member of several college organizations, JP worked his way through dozens of conquests - conquests made possible by a charm that resulted from his self-confidence but with a lack of ego. It also didn't hurt that word had spread about his skills as a lover and his larger-than-average size penis. Girls seemed to be thrown off their usual game by his 'nice boy who fucks like a pro' reputation.

Michelle and Ron had met late in high school, and had dated each other for a few years before marrying. Michelle was an English major in college, a blond girl of Irish descent, and quite top-heavy despite being otherwise slender. Ron had always obsessed on her feminine curves, and shushed Michelle whenever she threatened some crash diet, for fear that her bountiful chest and spectacular ass might in any way be reduced. 

For his part, Ron was a tall, brown-eyed man with a degree in history. He had only slept with two girls before meeting Michelle, and his love for her coupled with an obsession with her body that left him deliriously happy with their sex life. Monogamy was never a problem for either of them, as they had known from an early stage in their dating that they had found their mate for life.

While still in school, Michelle and Ron attended a number of parties thrown by JP and his roommates at their college rental house. While the surroundings weren't the most posh, the themes and regular attendees at these get-togethers made them extremely popular (as did the makeshift bar serving drinks to anyone who could pay, regardless of age).

Themes for the parties included many of the classics: toga parties, costume parties, and the infamous underwear affairs. The results of copious amounts of alcohol and pot being consumed by already-horny college kids in their underwear were often gratuitous displays of public groping, flashing, and even an incident wherein a couple attending the party got on a makeshift stage, and allowed the gathered high and drunk students to watch as the guy in the couple pulled his girl's panties down just enough to stick his tongue in her asshole. The crowds prevented most from bearing witness to the event, but it lived in legend at the party house for years afterward.

These parties allowed JP regular access to coeds whose intake of inhibition-loosening substances allowed his charms to work on overdrive. More than once he had 'allowed' himself to be pulled to an upper bedroom in the house and be 'seduced' by a girl interested in seeing if his rumored skills and size were true. They were rarely disappointed in his performance, and his conquests often passed out from the combination of pleasure, exhaustion, and weed.

One Saturday afternoon at a small party at JP's house, Ron and Michelle sat around drinking with JP, Jeanette (his petite brunette girlfriend at the time), and another couple who knew JP. After a few beers, laughs, and stories from campus, a tipsy Jeanette suggested the group watch a movie together. "What did you have 'n mind?" Michelle asked, slurring slightly from her third drink.

"How about something... naughty?" JP suggested. Ron and Michelle had recently gifted JP a humorous porn -loosely- based on Dracula, and JP thought it only appropriate to share the silly-yet-tantalizing movie with his companions. The two other couples smiled conspiratorially and agreed to the movie, and Jeanette popped the tape into the VCR.

With a fresh round of beers in hand, the 3 couples sat back and joked about the ridiculousness of the pornos they had seen in the past - classics like "Debbie Does Dallas" and "Taboo", as well as the modern theme of spoofing titles like "Edward Penishands" and its ilk. Booze and a little bit of nervousness made laughter flow freely, and smiles were on every face as the movie started.

Slightly off-color footage filled the screen with a busty vampiress being penetrated by the actor playing Dracula. The couples watching peppered the action with comments about fluffers, how strange it must be to fuck in front of a film and lighting crew, and how one could always tell when an actress in a porn had had a boob job or collagen injected in her lips.

The guys at the party laughed at the expressions on the actors' faces as they performed various feats of carnality on the moaning starlets. The girls at the party laughed as well, and groaned at the inevitable facial 'money shot'.

"Why do they always do that in these movies?" Michelle asked loudly. "I mean, you never see the guy help her clean it up, and I've heard it stings when it gets in your eyes."

"Heard?" JP asked, smiling.

"NO! I have never done that!" Michelle shrieked, laughing.

"We could always try..." Ron joked, making a show of caressing her cheek while he did.

"Or we could try not sleeping together ever again, buster." she retorted.

"You win!" Ron cried, knowing she was joking, but secretly not being able to bear the thought of missing out on any sex with his wife.

As the movie progressed, it became apparent that each of the men in the room were having to adjust how they were sitting on the room's couches, each dealing with erections that were becoming more urgent with each passing scene. Each tried to nonchalantly sit in a way that kept their swollen member from sticking out embarrassingly, with varying degrees of success.

The girls too were starting to squirm in their seats. Everyone in the room had gradually stopped telling jokes about the movie, watching as another woman on the screen was being sodomized by one vampire while she sucked the cock of another.

Ron was the first to notice the length of the silence among the people in the room, and looked at his wife Michelle. She had her blue eyes glued to the action on the screen, and Ron thought he could perceive the tiniest movement in her hips as she sat. "How horny must she be to squirm like that in front of our friends?" he asked himself silently. This realization made him that much hornier himself, realizing the fucking he was likely to get when they eventually left the party. 

Michelle wasn't an overtly sexual person much of the time, but after a few drinks or hits on a bong she turned into a passionate, hungry girl. While typically their sex was very slow and loving, a drunk Michelle would often tear Ron's clothes off in desperation, sucking his cock just long enough to wet it before pouncing on him, riding his body. She would grind her cunt down on his crotch, filling herself with his large, rigid member, fingering her own clit while she did. At these times Ron would enjoy the show as his sex-crazed wife pushed herself down on him. His hands usually found their way to her heavy D-cup breasts, pushing them up and feeling their delicious weight.

These were the thoughts running through Ron's head as he watched Michelle, the room filled with the sounds hardcore porn. As he smiled to himself he noticed that Jeanette had moved to sit in front of JP, and was moving her hips slightly as JP draped his arms around her neck. Ron thought he noticed JP's glance flashing over Michelle momentarily, but he returned to watching the movie as he held Jeanette.

Marci, the third girl in the room turned to her boyfriend Nick, smiling, and said to the rest of the crew "I don't know about you guys, but I don't know how much more I can take without doing something. I think the two of us are going to run home." With that, the two of them got up to leave, Nick attempting to conceal a very noticeable hard on.

JP laughed as the tipsy couple walked clumsily out of the living room, and turned to Ron and Michelle. "I bet you two want to take off too," he smiled.

Ron looked at JP and laughed, "I know when we're not wanted. You two have fun. " He winked as he stood up and helped Michelle to her feet. She was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and 4 beers had left her quite drunk.

"By JP. It wsss ffun!" she slurred as Ron took her arm and led her from the room. He thought he noticed JP's eyes linger on his wife, but were taken away when Jeanette turned around and started making out with him urgently.

Ron had made a point not to drink too much, and poured his wife into the passenger seat before settling in to drive the two of them back home. The fall evening had started to dim. As he pulled out of JP's house's driveway, he felt fingers on the crotch of his jeans.

"What are you up to?" he smiled at his wife as she pulled at his zipper with hands that were having a little trouble with this task.

"I wannnt you" she said, leaning over to get a closer look at the zipper that was giving her so much trouble. "I wannt to mmake you fl goood."

Ron laughed to himself, leaning back to give her easier access. For a girl who was fairly conservative much of the time, he relished these moments when her inhibitions were loosened. He caught his breath as Michelle finally freed his cock from his jeans and boxers, almost falling onto it with her mouth as he struggled to keep the car from swerving.

Michelle knew she was drunk, knew she was blowing her husband in public, and didn't much care if anyone saw at this point. She also knew that she was somewhat shy about being sexual much of the time, and knew also that this was in a way the fuel for her overtness when she was drunk or high. She pulled Ron's cock deep into her mouth and throat, licking the side of it as the tip pushed the top of her throat. She mostly steered clear of oral sex, usually only consenting after Ron pleaded with her to do so. But at times like this she reveled in the control she had, loving the feeling of ownership - ownership of a cock she knew was hers to use as she pleased.

The car ride (and the blow job) were over much too quickly for Ron's liking as they pulled into the driveway of the small rental house he shared with his wife. She got up as they parked, leaving Ron to try and stuff his now-slicked cock back into his jeans as she clumsily walked into the house.

Ron ran up behind her, a wide grin on his face. The cool fall evening was perfect for what he knew was coming next. Michelle was much less aware (or just didn't care) about her surroundings when she was drunk, and Ron thought it might be fun to take advantage of this. Michelle needed to pee badly, and closed herself in the bathroom. Ron knew that she would likely emerge nude and ready to go, and went about preparing the scene.

He shut off most of the lights in their home, letting the last evening light fill the house with its soft glow, made brighter by his opening wide all of their curtains. Their bedroom was on the second floor, but Ron thought he might treat a sharp-eyed (and lucky!) neighbor or two with the sight of his naked wife exiting the bathroom.

He and any neighbor lucky enough to be watching weren't disappointed. Michelle clicked off the light in the bathroom and opened the door, eyes half-lidded as she sidled out of the room with nothing on. She was so horny from the movie and the car ride that she already had her own hand on her pussy, pushing her middle finger lightly into her clit. Ron sighed with pleasure, watching this curvaceous beauty in the fading blue glow emitted by the open windows.

Michelle didn't notice the open shades, but waved a beckoning finger at Ron as she started to climb the stairs to their bedroom. Ron followed close behind, treating himself to the sight if the wispy hairs and puffy lips of her cunt as seen from behind and under her ass. He began pulling his own clothes off, simultaneously opening an upstairs window. He knew that it was unlikely anyone could actually see in the second floor windows of their small house, but he knew that Michelle's moans and eventual cries would soon reach anyone in earshot.

As Ron reached the bedroom he was ambushed by his wife, who pushed him back and completed disrobing him by tearing his boxers down as he sat on the edge of their bed. Ron smiled as Michelle knelt down to wet his cock with her mouth again. She looked up at him with a smile as her lips surrounded his shaft, again enjoying the power she had to make him feel good.

While she blew him her left hand was working her own sex with increasing urgency, already wet with anticipation. As her husband groaned with pleasure Michelle popped his cock out of her mouth and near-jumped onto the bed, pushing Ron completely back as she positioned her cunt lips over his iron-hardness. Ron sighed loudly as Michelle sat down on his pelvis, her soft warmth enveloping his cock completely. She was already making small cries of happiness as she started slowly to slick his sex with her wetness. The couple had a little tradition of starting their lovemaking with slow movements, allowing Michelle's body to lubricate the both of them thoroughly while they reacquainted themselves with the ways they fit together.

Michelle decided she wanted to do something a little different than usual, and turned herself away from Ron while still riding him, so he could only see her back, ass, long blond hair, and the edges of her voluminous breasts as they spilled from either side of her chest.

Michelle had always been self-conscious about her chest, knowing it brought her a great deal of unwanted attention from men both familiar and non. In her daily life she dressed very conservatively, only rarely wearing clothing that showed off her rather large assets. In a bit of irony, she often wore very tight pants that lifted her round ass in a way that she also knew attracted looks, but for some reason that didn't bother her. She also knew that Ron loved the rare occasions that she wore something that showed off her copious cleavage. She saved these outfits for special occasions, relishing the almost-dazed look they put on her husband's face.

That night as she rode him in reverse, alcohol kept her inhibitions very low, and she let herself enjoy her own body as well as well as her husband's. Her right hand slid across her own chest, gently brushing across her large, hard nipples. She lifted and supported her boobs with that arm, smiling at the feeling of the weight of her chest, and for a moment enjoying the knowledge that she had something that drove so many men wild. Her breasts swung slightly as she rocked on her husband's cock, and she knew he would be watching with great interest anything she did with those soft globes. She knew it made him exceptionally crazy to see her play with herself in any way, and her tits in particular.

Ron was lost in a haze of lust. He was overwhelmingly attracted to his wife. They had been each other's exclusive sex partner for years, something he was proud of. Not that he didn't feel attraction to other women, but he typically realized that the women he thought beautiful were all weak reflections of the radiant woman he'd married. His only complaint about their relationship was the frequency of their lovemaking. He was perpetually aroused around Michelle, and his appetites could have had them fucking 3 times a day. As it was, Michelle was a busy workaholic, and sex was often the last thing on her mind. Their routine typically had them too tired to seduce each other during the week, but they tried to make up for it with the intensity of their weekend sessions.

Michelle started to feel the heat concentrating in her cunt, a pressure that meant her first orgasm was on its way. She had only dated 3 men before Ron, and only fucked one of them, and had never had an orgasm of any real intensity until she and Ron started getting physical. He was enthusiastic and skilled with his fingers and mouth as well, often coaxing her through 2 or 3 intense climaxes, one after another. But her true love was to have him filling her cunt.

"Fuck... fuck me. Fff.. Fuck me. Ooooh. OH. Oh" Michelle started to vocalize her pleasure. "This is soooo gooood. OUCH!" she cried as Ron slapped her right ass cheek. She smiled, the pain adding a hint of spice to the buttery-smooth deliciousness of their fucking. "Bend me over. Bend me over now."

Ron pulled her up and around, so that her head lay on their pillows. He knew that of all the positions they used, fucking her from behind was likely her second favorite. He knew Michelle was somewhat bashful about her looks, her chest in particular, and he knew that the semi-anonymity of being taken from behind let her feel even more comfortable. He started to pump harder, but waiting just a second between each stroke, listening to the slap his hips made against the curves of her ass. Her finger was still between her cunt lips, working her clit as his shaft moved into her. He loved the feeling of that pressure, the slight movements of her finger as she manipulated the hood and bud of her clit.

Realizing just how lost in the realm of sex his wife had become, he decided to push things a little further. Licking his thumb to lubricate it a bit, he then pulled her ass apart to expose her asshole just above the cunt he was thrusting in to. He then set the tip of his thumb on that puckered hole, knowing that caressing around her sphincter would drive Michelle wild. Michelle had never allowed him to fuck her ass with his dick, but enjoyed some light anal play, especially when she was in such a state of carnal bliss.

Ron then pushed his thumb into the hole, past the puckered outer opening, feeling her ass tighten involuntarily around his digit. He was worried that this was a sign that Michelle wanted him to stop, but smiled when she emitted a moan that could only mean she enjoyed it so far. He had often fantasized about putting his cock where his thumb was now, but knew that he'd have to move slowly to convince his wife to let him cross that last bridge.

Allowing her return thrusts to do the work, he sunk his thumb in to the hilt, the rest of his hand resting in the crack of that magnificent, jiggling, luminous ass. He felt her sphincter loosen as she relaxed into the rhythm of having her asshole fingered while they fucked.

Michelle was beside herself at this point. The feeling of having a cock and a finger inside of each of her openings was starting to push her over the edge. While she treasured being Ron's only lover, she sometimes wished she had two of him. She wanted to know the feeling of having a cock in each of those holes, or a cock in her cunt while she blew another. She and Ron had talked about this fantasy in the height of lovemaking, and Ron also thought about what it would be like to see his wife fucking two men. He knew that he was a profoundly protective and jealous man, and that he could never allow her to have someone else, but he did enjoy the thought of there being two of him inside her.

"Ohmygod omigod ommmmiodddd" Michelle moaned, increasing the speed with which she rubbed her clit. "Your cock is so hardddd. It's sofuckinghard..."

Ron knew it was. He was also increasing the urgency of his thrusts, filling her cunt to the brim, feeling his balls slap against her busy fingers as they rubbed and rubbed. He heard Michelle begin to whimper, a sign that an intense climax was getting very close. Nothing could make Ron come like hearing his wife cry out while they fucked. His thumb began to work in and out of her now loosened asshole, mirroring the sucking wet sounds his cock was making in her pussy.




College Friends



"I love you Michelle. I love this. Fucking you is perfect. You are perfect." He watched as she lifted her shoulders off of the bed, holding herself up with her free arm. Her heavy breasts began to swing back and forth with the rhythm of their fucking. Michelle instinctively lowered her body an inch to allow this movement to brush her nipples across their sheets. Her whole body felt shot through with fire, fire that then escaped through her asshole, her cunt, her nipples, and her fingertips.

"uuuhhh. Yes. Yeeees! YES!" Michelle started to quake as the orgasm hit her. Her whole body began shuddering, and it was a force of carnal will that kept her fingers moving in her cunt, feeling that perfect cock sliding in and out, so hard it pulled up at the walls of her cunt. She felt the tightness of the thumb in her ass, and how her asshole had relaxed to allow it such access. In the flashing waves of pleasure she briefly thought about what it would feel like for that to be a cock rather than a finger in her ass. "AAAAaAH!" she screamed, wanting to fuck forever but nearly passing out from the intensity.

Ron could hold on no longer as well, and began to pound into her in earnest, totally overwhelmed by the soft perfection of her sex, the tight wetness of her ass, and letting his eyes devour her tight, smooth body and swaying breasts. When her screams were at their height he let go, and felt surge after surge of his come filling her cunt, the already-wet noises of their fucking taking on an even wetter tone as the white jism began dripping over her fingers onto their bed. He felt the rush of warmth as her sex filled with their mutual juices, the smell of sex filling the air of their bedroom.

Finally the two collapsed, spooning on the bed. They were both slick with sweat that cooled in the night air, feeling the wetness of their sheets, reveling in the glow of their sex.

"I love you, Michelle. I love you forever. I want you forever."

"I know, Ron. I need you. I love you."

-----

That night had happened a few years earlier. While they had had many nights like it since, it always stood out in Ron's memory as one of his favorites. He and Michelle had since graduated, moved on to careers, and saw less and less of their old friends, including JP. 

JP had moved to the coast after spending several years working terrible jobs. As a long-haired, often-unwashed stoner he had trouble wooing employers, and his partying nature sometimes sabotaged the few jobs he landed. He still worked his charm with women, and he lived for the moments when he revealed his cock to a woman for the first time. 

He knew not all members of the fairer sex cared about size, but he knew that their preconceptions about what a very large cock could do were powerful. While not outlandishly huge, his cock was at least eleven inches in length, and a bit wider than most. Not so big that it was overtly intimidating, but big enough that women's eyes widened at first sight.

JP had finally settled in the city for over a year, and invited his friends Ron and Michelle to visit him. He lived on the upper floor of an older house, his bedroom almost identical in condition and decoration to the room he kept in college. Ron and Michelle had rented a room in a B&B a mile away, knowing that JP's living quarters weren't optimal for someone who wasn't a girl he was gunning for.

The couple arrived on a Friday afternoon and met JP for drinks at his local haunt. Not one for sports bars or pub chains, JP's favorite tavern had only one small TV that no one watched. It was a bar for smokers, talkers, and career drinkers. JP was already a well-known regular, and the barman treated he and his friends with familiar cordiality.

JP told stories of his drunken and stoned escapades in his new town. He knew his friends led more buttoned-down lives, and that they appreciated living a bit vicariously through his exploits.

JP had known Michelle longer than Ron, but he and Ron had been instant friends when they did meet. Michelle had always been like the sister he's wished he had (rather than the cranky ones he'd gotten). The two of them had commiserated about their love lives back before Michelle had met Ron. Their relationship had always been close, and almost weirdly platonic.

JP wasn't blind. He knew that Michelle was a knockout, and when he saw breasts like hers he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to get lost in them, with his head surrounded by their softness. He had suppressed most of these inclinations with Michelle, as he had seemingly no shortage of women vying for his attentions, especially while at school. But now that he had graduated, his conquests had become slightly less frequent than he would have preferred. 

One of the last women he had slept with had in fact been another mutual college friend of his and Michelle's and Ron's, a woman named Mary. Mary had always been the party girl at school, a dark-haired, slightly overweight, outgoing socializer. She could drink nearly any man under the table, where she was likely to blow him without a second thought. Somehow she and JP had never ended up in each others' beds before graduating, but she corrected this oversight on her recent visit.

Mary loved sex. She wanted it constantly. She wanted it with an overwhelming, all-consuming drive that was stereotypically reserved for men. Being an attractive, bright, incredibly sociable girl meant that she had no trouble feeding this need. Rare was the night she didn't end up riding a lucky man until he was spent.

While she was slightly heavy, she wore her weight with an effortless pride, and enjoyed the looks of ecstasy as her lovers lay beneath her, smothered by her copious breasts. Some of her men knew they were being used by a sexual insatiate of a woman, but few cared. Mary didn't certainly didn't. She usually had a steady boyfriend or lover, but it rarely stopped a conquest that presented itself. She had fucked every type, in every way. She loved cocks unconditionally, and was never happier than in the throes of coming on a lucky man's shaft.

Mary and JP had fucked for a week straight. JP's appetite for women was almost as insatiable as Mary's for men, and when they finally came together it was an explosion. JP had had his cock, hands, and even some toes in every wet hole in Mary's body, often without knowing when or why. Mary adored JP's larger-than-most (but not all of her men's) cock. It was big enough to fill her in the way she liked best - with his cock in her ass, and one of her favorite toys in her cunt.

Mary made noise. She was as loud a lover as she was an enthusiastic one. Her screams shook the house as she accepted JP's shaft, and more than once her partner wondered if his neighbors would think he was hurting her, the shrieks were so intense.

But that had been over a month prior, and JP had been on a bleak stretch of luck since. While he adored his regular bar, it would only see new women come in a bit infrequently. He met girls at his job as a clerk, but for some reason things just hadn't been clicking of late. His appetite was worked up to a fierce roar, and beating off wasn't stemming the tide.

So it was that as he sat at the bar with his two good friends, he realized just how attracted he was to his friend Michelle, the wife of his other friend Ron. He had gone his whole life thinking of her as a sister, but now something had clicked in his brain, in his heart, that made him look at the curvaceous beauty before him and desire her. Intensely. But he felt a shock at this sudden shift, and knew that he did not want to risk either of the friendships he had with this couple. So he did his best to keep his thoughts (and his eyes) to himself.

Michelle had worn one of her more revealing outfits for the occasion. She too had always seen JP as a good friend, and didn't feel as uncomfortable around him as other men. Her tight, low-cut shirt was just slightly too short to keep from exposing a gap at the top and back of her jeans. Ron, who was sitting behind her was treated to the sight of the top of his wife's ass cleft. He bought her another drink, knowing that a slight buzz would keep her from realizing the show he was getting.

JP was getting another show altogether. As the three of them chatted and drank, Michelle was less and less aware of the buttons on the top of her shirt. The she had left it unbuttoned to the middle of her chest, but as she shook with laughter at another story from JP, the topmost button she had fastened came undone. She had already had a couple glasses of the local brew, and didn't realize that the top edges of her lacy bra were peeking above the now wider-open collar of her shirt.

JP was having a devil of a time keeping his eyes off the mounds of heavenly flesh revealing themselves before him. Michelle's breasts had always been some of the largest (yet somehow proportionate to her body) that he had seen. He needed to do something to change the scene before his growing erections revealed the shift in his feelings toward Michelle.

"Hey guys, I have a suggestion. I have a new... appliance at my apartment, and I'd like you to help me break it in."

JP was referring to a new bong he'd picked up at a local head shop. Not the usual glass affair, it was a hand-crafted ceramic sculpture of a classic nude. JP was a prolific pot smoker, and owned several dozen pipes and bongs of various sizes and styles. He knew that Michelle enjoyed weed a great deal, and that Ron could be convinced to get high once in a while.

"Sure thing, JP. Just don't let us get too nuts - we have a rental car and I don't want to end up crashing the damned thing," Ron said.

"Yeah, that sounds like too much fun," Michelle smiled. She hadn't had a chance to get high in months, and knew that JP was a pot connoisseur.

The three retreated to JP's apartment, where JP passed out glasses of wine before setting to work loading his bong. He hit it at least four times before passing the sculpture to Michelle. He knew his own tolerance was extremely high, and that even the potent buds he currently had would need a head start to get him stoned.

Ron was having some misgivings about the situation as he watched the pipe exchange hands. He didn't love weed, and had in fact had negative reactions on a few occasions, leading him to believe that he had some kind of physiological aversion to pot. He also knew that Michelle was going to lose what little control she had left (after the drinks at the bar) once she got high. Ron was feeling pretty tipsy himself, and was genuinely worried about how they would get back to their rented room. JP's apartment was pleasant, but fairly messy, and with only his bed, a small couch, and an armchair as potential places to crash.

Michelle was excited. In her lightly drunken state she clutched the sculpted bong and drew her first hit deeply. She wasn't an expert pot smoker, having gotten high with friends on occasion in high school and college. Underestimating how potent JP's current stash was, she began coughing almost immediately, letting out great gouts of smoke as she did so, laughing as tears rose in her eyes from the intensity of it.

Ron and JP laughed at Michelle, and everyone relaxed into an easy glow together, with their conversation starting back up, only being interrupted for one of them to hit the bong again.

Ron tried to limit himself, knowing his tolerance was low in addition to any negative effects the pot might have on him. He felt good after the first few hits, and was allowing himself to be more and more relaxed with his wife and friend, laughing uproariously at the jokes flying around the room, and smiling at these two great people he had in his life.

JP was relaxing too. Weed mellowed him out, especially at the early stages of his high, and he managed to keep himself from getting too worked up at the luminously beautiful girl laughing next to him. Michelle seemed to glow, smiling a mile wide and shaking out her long blond locks as she chatted and joked with her friend and husband. Her shirt was still unbuttoned to a dangerously low level, and JP's cock stirred a little each time he noticed this fact. Michelle was also wearing one of her most flattering, tight pairs of jeans, and he had an idea of how low they were riding as Michelle sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor.

Michelle looked out at her two best friends. Ron was the love of her life, and she watched him with unabashed affection. He was her physical ideal, having worked hard over the last few years to get in shape. He was solidly muscular, with that perfect, slight definition to his physique that she couldn't resist. She always felt a twinge in her panties when she watched him peel a shirt off to get in the shower or in bed.

Thinking about her husband this way was starting to have a profound effect on Michelle, and almost without thinking about it she blurted out "How about we watch a porn!" She laughed at herself, sat up straight and smiled. "Do you still have that crazy vampire one we gave you back when?"

JP laughed and smiled. "How do you think I deal with not having a date in weeks? Of course!" Everyone in the room broke out in laughter, the pot amplifying their mirth. JP was infamous almost as much for working his own cock as he was for convincing other girls to do it for him. It was a running gag among his friends that he and his hand could fuck for hours.

"Well then, where is it?" Michelle asked, swaying just a little as she sat up, then steadying herself.

"Just under the shelf next to the TV" JP replied. He was closest to the shelf, but had just loaded and lit the bong again. He nodded his head to his left, and Michelle moved on to her hands and knees to crawl across the circle of seated friends to grab the tape.

As she did, JP nearly dropped the bong. He had looked up in time to watch as Michelle crawled toward his left side. Leaned completely over, he could see directly down her shirt, seeing in entirety the lacy black bra, which ended low enough to reveal the hint of an areola near the center of each breast. Breasts which were now swaying slightly in front of his face as Michelle retrieved the tape and popped it in his old VCR. Michelle's eyes were now half-closed in her intoxicated state, but she looked to the left and saw JP's eyes on her chest.

"Hey JP, save it for the vampire sluts in the movie, yeah? Sheesh." she said, a little embarrassed, but also slightly thrilled. Pot made her very horny, and this was the most pot she had had in some time. She knew that by the end of the movie she would need Ron to fuck her, and fuck her well. She was too high to be truly bothered by JP's gaze, and she felt as safe around him as she would a brother.

Ron was a bit upset, but also thrilled noticing JP's stare at his wife's body. He knew men desired her, and it fueled his own desire for her. "She's mine," he would think, proudly, when he noticed a stranger undressing her with their eyes. Ron was also starting to feel one of the ill effects he had had in the past when high: the room was starting to spin a bit. Not so badly that he felt sick, but certainly disoriented.

Michelle had pressed play, and sat back to watch. The TV sat on a low stool opposite JP's bed, and the three friends arranged themselves on the floor sitting with their backs to the bed itself. Michelle was in the center, with JP to her left and Ron to her right. The weed had finally run out - JP had taken 3 hits to every one that Ron or Michelle did, and he was starting to feel extremely high. Not quite disconnected, but floating. His brief embarrassment at being caught ogling Michelle was relieved when the screen came to life with the image of campily-dressed women and men fucking on screen.

The conversation mimicked in many ways the one that had taken place at JP's college party years earlier: weren't porns weird, look at her fake tits, aren't money shots gross, etc. JP wasn't completely aware of it, but gradually Ron had said less and less in their conversation, and it was apparent he was stoned out of his mind. JP recalled that Ron didn't always react well to weed, but it was far too late to do much about that. He had a supply of candy and chips that he knew would be devoured by his guests as soon as their appetites for food caught up with them, and he hoped that would make Ron feel better.

As the movie continued to play, JP and Michelle each noticed that the other was squirming now and then. JP was dealing with a painful hard on, not wanting to adjust his crotch with his hand, but not managing to get comfortable. 

Michelle was starting to feel heat building in her sex, and knew that the combination of weed and images of fucking and sucking were starting to drive her crazy with lust. She shimmied her legs up and down in turn, rubbing her crotch lightly against the floor, trying not to be too overt.

Michelle then turned to her husband. Ron smiled at her with his bloodshot eyes half closed. Michelle smiled back, overwhelmed with the need to have some release to the need she was feeling. She leaned in and started to kiss Ron, her tongue moving in his mouth as he hummed, happy and lost in his stoned state.

JP watched as Michelle kissed her husband, and took the opportunity to adjust his clothed erection. Moving his cock with his hand made it jump. He watched as one of Ron's hands touched the side of one of Michelle's tits. Eyes entirely closed now, Ron reached down the middle of Michelle's shirt, his hand disappearing between the folds of her shirt and the only-slightly concealed globes therein. Ron's hand then dropped down, pulling open another button on Michelle's shirt, leaving only two fastened as she leaned over him, kissing him deeply.

Michelle realized after a moment or two that her husband was drifting in and out of consciousness. She felt a wave of lust-filled frustration hit her as she realized that chances were slim that she would get him to fuck her that night. She sat down with a sigh, looking over her shoulder at the images on the screen. Two women were locked in a 69 with each other, with 'Dracula's' cock embedded in the ass of one. Michelle then glanced over at JP who quickly turned his gaze back to the TV.

Michelle noticed that JP's hand was still resting on his own jeans' crotch, and she smiled knowing that he too was being somewhat tortured by the scenario of not being able to do anything about the lust he was feeling. Like the rest of their college friends, she knew he was a famous masturbator as well as womanizer.

"JP, this is making me crazy. Ron is basically passed out, and I am losing it," she said.

"I know," he smiled. "I am going nuts too. But there's not much I can do with you guys here."

Michelle smiled and a thought occurred to her horny, stoned mind. "JP, I know you beat off - who doesn't. I'm not going to stop you if you take care of yourself. I might have to deal with myself as well." She knew she would never have said something like that if she was sober, but it was flowing out now with abandon.

"Um. Are you sure?" JP frowned at her, not sure if she was kidding.

Michelle laughed and sat down between the two men again. "We can keep our hands in our pants, then neither of us will actually be able to see. Once we're done, we can pass out and see if we even remember this in the morning." Michelle kept here eyes on the action on the screen as she spoke.

JP followed her gaze, and thought to himself, "why the hell not?" He turned back to Michelle, who looked at him, eyes slowly blinking as she smiled back. "Ok. I gotta do something or I think I'm going to explode."

"Ok then. Don't mind me then," she said, unbuttoning the top of her tight jeans to allow room for her hand and wrist. Her eyes fixed again on the screen, she licked two fingers on her right hand, then pushed them under the waist of her now partially-revealed black panties.




College Friends



JP was beside himself. He knew he should watch the screen, but he could not remove his eyes from the scene happening right next to him. As Ron sat mostly unconscious, his wife was now fingering herself under her clothes next to him. 

Unable to wait any longer to do something about his raging erection, JP licked his palm a couple of times, unbuttoned his top jeans button, and grasped his cock under his boxers. Still watching Michelle's jeans-and-panty-covered crotch writhing as she fingered herself, JP began pulling on his cock in earnest.

Part of Michelle could barely believe this. She knew that it was outrageous to be rubbing herself under her pants next to her friend and her passed-out husband, but she was as horny as she could ever remember being. She watched the screaming performers on the screen and rubbed a little harder, feeling her clit standing on end, swollen from the lust by which she was enveloped.

JP was wanking harder, eyes flitting from Michelle's crotch to her cleavage, her bra-covered breasts now almost entirely uncovered as her shirt fell down, last buttons still fastened at the bottom. He winced as his cock rubbed against his thick boxers, and spoke before he realized what he was saying:

"Michelle, this is actually hurting a bit. The friction. If you don't mind, I'm going to at least take this out of my underwear."

Michelle looked over at his face. "Really? I'm so sorry - I didn't realize. To tell you the truth it would be easier for me if I were laying down more, but there's not a lot of room. Do you mind if I lay up on your bed?"

"Not at all!" JP replied. "I'll sit up on there too, if you don't mind - my back hurts when I sit on the floor this long."

The two held up their pants as they sat up, and postioned themselves on either side of JP's bed. Michelle licked her fingers and once again plunged them beneath her underwear, her zipper now halfway down as she reclined on the bed.

JP sat up next to her, but then decided to half-recline as well, arranging a few pillows behind his back. He then pulled his pants down enough to free his cock from its confines. He sighed a little as he started looked back at the television. A pang of guilt hit him as he look at the back of Ron's head, lolled back on the edge of the bed where he sill sat on the floor. He was suddenly distracted by a short cry from the other side of the bed. "She must be getting close," he thought with a smile.

But as he looked over he noticed that Michelle's hand was still, and his eyes moved to her face. Her eyes were locked on his revealed cock, her mouth slightly agape.

Ron was not a small man. His prick was seven inches at least, his wife never had the slightest complaint in the size department. But the member she was looking at now must be nearly a foot long, and slightly thicker than Ron's. She caught herself staring, then looked up, meeting JP's eyes.

She smiled, laughing a little. "Sorry JP. I had heard you were... well-endowed, but I hadn't seen it before."

JP felt a wave of pleasure at her smile, and his cock leapt a little. "No problem. Your reaction is actually not as bad as some girls. Some seem scared of it a little."

Michelle laughed. "I guess that makes sense. Doesn't that hurt some girls?"

"Some, a little," JP replied, almost matter-of-factly. "But once we get going I've never had any complaints. Enough lube, and most girls seem to be pretty damned happy after the first few thrusts."

"Huh" Michelle said. As horny as she was, she too was seeing JP as more than just a friend. Here was a man with a wonderfully large cock, sitting right next to her. She shook her head - her husband, though passed out, was still in the room, and she had no desire to betray his trust. She had gone far enough with the masturbation.

"Well, Michelle, if you don't mind, I gotta take care of this. I'm losing my mind." JP said. He then made a show of turning his head back to the TV and began stroking his revealed shaft.

Michelle also sat back, but was now unable to focus on the movie. She watched JP's hand, fairly dwarfed by the cock it was stroking, working up and down. She found herself starting to work her own crotch again, keeping her head turned toward the screen, but her eyes planted on that cock.

Though she didn't know it, JP was doing the same thing. His head was pointed at the screen, but his eyes were locked on the wriggling fabric between the half-undone zipper of Michelle's jeans. A few times in her rubbing he caught a glimpse of a wisp of her dark blond pubic hair under her undulating hand.

Michelle realized after a few minutes that her underwear were leeching the juices from her cunt, keeping her from getting as wet as she normally would. Without looking at him, she spoke lowly to JP.

"I need to get rid of my underwear - they are keeping things from... working right, with this..."

JP also kept his head pointed forward, but his eyes widened. "Ok" he croaked.

Michelle slipped her hands under the waist of both her jeans and underwear, pulling them off completely. She knew she wanted to spread her legs, and having her jeans on at all would keep that from working right. Lust was now a red fog enveloping her entire being, and she could hardly care that her friend of more than ten years was right next to her.

JP could hardly breath now. He watched as Michelle's smooth, cream-colored legs were revealed. As quickly as she had her pants and panties off, her hand was again buried in her crotch, her eyes involuntarily closing as she rubbed with abandon.

JP slowed his stroking. Michelle was now keeping her eyes closed as she worked her pussy. Knowing he'd push himself over the edge in a matter of seconds if he kept up with any intensity, he slowed his hand to a crawl, barely touching his throbbing cock.

JP was drunk. JP was high. It was all he could do to keep from jumping up and burying his cock in this luminously beautiful creature spread open next to him. As he fought that urge, he turned on his side, facing her.

"Michelle, you are so damn hot. I'm sorry. I know you're married. To one of my best friends. I know. I KNOW. I hate this. I know we've been friends forever. But god damn if you aren't the most sexy thing I've ever seen. I'm so hard it fucking hurts."

Michelle kept her eyes closed, lost in her own sphere of sex. "It's ok, JP. And you can look. Don't worry." Michelle knew that the pot was talking, but she didn't care. All she cared about now was her fingers pushing down on her clit.

"Then would you do something for me? I've always wanted to see your tits, Michelle. They are so amazing. They are the nicest I've seen, and I've seen some. It would help me to finish up. This is torture."

Eyes still closed, Michelle pulled down one strap, then the other. Her bra peeled down most of the way, her nipples were revealed to JP's ever-widening eyes. He ate her breasts with his stare, feeling like they would overwhelm him with their loveliness.

"Wow. Wow. Wow..." JP stammered.

Michelle smiled. She was just drunk and high enough to enjoy this attention to her chest. Without thinking she reached up and began to squeeze her right nipple, her left arm pushing under her left breast, lifting the heavy globe fully out of its bra cup.

JP would have come right then had he been touching himself, but he had temporarily stopped in his shock at the scene before him.

"You look utterly amazing. Ron is the luckiest man on earth. I hope he knows that."

"He does," she smiled. She knew her husband adored her, heart and soul. She thought about their love life - the times he had fucked her silly, and shuddered as a first little climax coursed through her.

JP shimmied himself a little closer. He smelled her sweet, heady scent in the air of his room, and shuddered a little himself. He was laying in his side, his steely rod only a few inches from the skin of Michelle's hip. His face was level with the side of her breast, only inches from his mouth. His eyes moved frantically back and forth between watching her rub herself and the slightly jiggling tit in front of his face.

"Michelle, can I touch your breast. It looks so so soft. It'll send me over the edge."

In a whisper, Michelle replied, "ok." She was lost. Lost in the heat between her legs, and a soft caress on the side of her left breast only amplified that heat.

JP rubbed his cock lightly, slowly, with his right hand, as he brushed his fingers across the side of the white mound in front of him. D-cup breasts had always been his favorite. Much like his cock, they were big enough to be considered quite big, but not so big as to be ludicrous. As he caressed this breast, he let his fingers linger longer and longer on the side of it, inching his touches closer to her nipple. Worried he was overstepping his bounds, he was relieved when Michelle's eyes stayed closed, and listened as low, regular moans resonated in her chest.

Unable to stop his hand, JP slid his fingers forward, and grasped the entirety of Michelle's left orb - at least as much of the huge breast as his hand could hold. He squeezed, feeling the perfect, pliant firmness of her flesh. Michelle made no move to stop him, and moaned. Suddenly her eyes opened for a moment, staring forward, fixed loosely on the back of her husband's head.

"JP, you should prrbubly stop that. What if Ron swww you with your hannnd on my boobs. That's not coolll..." she began to slur.

Mustering his last remaining willpower, JP withdrew his hand, not without allowing his fingers to brush against the nipple sitting so tantalizingly close to his mouth. "I'm so sorry," he said, part of him meaning it. He knew this was Ron's wife. He knew that Ron would probably freak out, maybe even attack JP if he witnessed what he had just done. He backed away a few inches, cock in hand.

Michelle was getting close. The orgasms she reached with only her fingers were never the best, but this one promised to be as good as they would get. Closing her eyes again, she laid on her right side, facing away from JP, lifting her left knee up to keep open access to her cunt.

JP watched this movement by Michelle, perceiving it almost in slow motion. As she turned and lifted her leg, he moved back to see the most incredible sight he could imagine: Michelle's slender fingers rubbing circles over the labia and swollen bud between her legs. He could feel his mouth getting wet, wishing with all his might that he could taste those pouting pink lips between her thights. Her labia were fairly long, and had become quite swollen from the friction they were receiving. He could see the sheen of her juices all along the soft flesh, broken by the curly, very thin pubic hair sparsely set around her pussy.

JP thought he would pass out from the tension. When he could no longer stand holding still, he again shimmied closer to Michelle. In a swift sequence of motions, he licked his hand, used it to wet his shaft, spread Michelle's ass slightly apart, and planted his cock along the top cleft of her butt.

Michelle didn't completely registers what was happening, at least not at the instant it did - suddenly something thick and hot was laying along her ass. It set in in a moment that it was JP's cock, and she froze for a moment.

"JP, what are you doooingg?"

"I... I can't stop myself. I need to feel a woman's body against mine. You are so radiant. Your ass feels like heaven against my cock. I just need to run it along your ass. It's... soo..... goood...." JP became lost as he began to thrust, running his cock along and just inside of the ridge of her ass, the head of his shaft rubbing the small of her back.

Michelle wasn't sure what to do. This felt amazing. Still rubbing her clit, she began to roll her hips, allowing her ass to spread apart even further. She could feel the length of his shaft starting to rub along the outside of her asshole, and the sensation sent lighting through her body.

Ron began to stir, but JP and Michelle's own movements and noises prevented them from noticing. Trying to stand, Ron fell against a side wall of the room, facing the side of the bed where Michelle lay. Eyes not focusing right, he wondered why she was moving that way in her sleep. Still extremely high, Ron could barely move, and the room felt like it was tilted to one side.

JP began thrusting in earnest now. He figured this was as far as he could go without risking Ron murdering him if he found out. He knew that Michelle was enjoying the feeling of his cock spreading her cheeks apart. He thought he would take a longer thrust, and pulled back a bit further than any of his previous moves.

His cock was as hard as it had been in his life, and he moved too far down - it popped out straight, planting itself lengthwise along Michelle's pussy, the end of his member slapping into her writhing fingers and wrist.

Michelle was in the depths now. Orgasms, one after another were crashing over her in waves, small and large. She kept herself at the crest, and would not allow anything to stop even when she felt JP move down, felt his cock pop out from between her ass checks, and slap into her hand.

JP waited for just a moment before beginning to thrust again, rubbing the length of his shaft along the outside of Michelle's pussy, along her still-furiously rubbing fingers. Her knuckles were slightly uncomfortable rubbing along the head of his cock, but he didn't want to stop anything for fear of stopping everything.

Ron only became aware of JP when he saw the cock head pop out between his wife's legs, to land with its tip on the outside of her hand. Ron knew this was wrong, that something was happening here that shouldn't be. He tried to speak, but having slept with his mouth open he could barely croak. Michelle's moans were now loud enough to drown out this low sound, and he watched as the cock between her legs began to thrust.

Michelle knew that JP's cock was probably not terribly comfortable rubbing along the back of her hand, and she knew that she needed him to come, to finish this beyond-naughty thing that the two of them were doing. Lowering her left leg she enclosed his cock with her thighs, and quickly she rubbed his whole shaft with her right hand, covering it in her wetness in one stroke. She immediately went back to rubbing herself.

Ron watched this in hazy fascination. His wife's leg came down, enveloping the cock rubbing along the outside of her, so that he saw it disappear and reappear with each thrust.

JP was on another plane of pleasure. As much as he enjoyed this quick stroke from Michelle's wet hand, the feeling of her thighs around his now slick cock was pure, utter joy. His moans joined hers now, as he thrust longer, pulled back further, allowing her to feel out with her legs just how big his hardness was. This was too much. This was everything. JP gripped her shoulders for support and pushed, pulled, and pushed.

Ron was confused. Part of him was incredibly furious at what his friend was apparently doing to his wife. At what his wife was allowing to be done to her, helping to be done to her. But watching in third person as his wife cruised heights of sexual ecstasy was having its effect on him as well. As he slumped against the wall, his hand moved on its own, rubbing his own cock through his pants. He knew he couldn't stop this, not yet - his body wasn't working right, the combination of booze and drugs keeping him from any sort of equilibrium.

But his wife was the most desperately gorgeous woman he had ever seen, and watching her in this state of pleasure turned him on immensely. He noticed now just how far the cock between her legs was thrusting in and out between her thighs, head still rubbing the back of her hand, disappearing then reappearing then disappearing again. 

Ron looked up at his wife's face. She was smiling, crying out, moaning, and shuddering, eyes closed. Then suddenly open. Wide open. And the moans had stopped.

"JP." she said.

In his movements, JP had missed a thrust again, and had pushed the head of his cock into Michelle's open, wet cunt.

"I... I... I'm sorry. Please believe me. I didn't try to do that. I didn't. I didn't I swear I didn't..."

But contrary to his apologies, JP's body was on some kind of auto pilot, and tried to thrust further in.

Michelle responded by squeezing her thighs together as tightly as possible - but she didn't turn, didn't move her hand from her clit.

"JP." she repeated, seriousness in her voice.

"Just the tip. It's already in. Just the tip..." JP begged.

Michelle knew that JP could have taken her. At any time since her pants were off, very little she could have done would have stopped in from having his way with her whether she consented or not. She knew he needed to finish, and that he would finish, in whatever way he wanted, whatever way he was willing to take. She figured she would give him this. At this moment she looked up.

Ron had moved, she saw. He was sitting across from her, face near her feet, slumped sitting against the wall, facing her.

And his eyes were open.

She cried out a little. JP took this as assent to his advances, and began tiny thrusts, taking his cockhead in and out of her sopping cunt, savoring the feeling of her labia folding along the end of his dick.

Tears welled in Michelle's eyes in an instant, and a grimace of regret contorted her face. She looked at her husband in misery, but was surprised at what she saw: 

He smiled, and nodded.

Michelle knew that her husband loved her. She knew he would never have willingly shared her. But now he was letting her do this. Letting her fuck her friend of many years.

He could have shamed her. He could have done anything - she wouldn't have been surprised if he tried to kill them both. But he didn't. He smiled, and nodded to let his wife know he loved her, and that nothing, not even this could change that.

JP didn't see any of this, but his body again moved of its own accord. He had been diligently making tiny thrusts, only putting the first 2 inches, only the very tip of his penis in this angel laying next to him. But he couldn't stop what he did next, not with any force of will he could have ever mustered.

His body coiled back, withdrawing completely.

Then he impaled her.

He thrust the entire length of his iron-hard, eleven-inch member into Michelle. To the hilt. His hips met her ass as the tip of his cock hit the innermost depth of her velvety cunt.

"OMIgod!" Michelle choked on the word, as a cry passed it in her throat. He was entirely in her, filling her more than she'd ever known. More than Ron, more than her previous lover, more than the toy Ron bought her for nights of naughty fun together. More than her fingers, more than the banana she experimented with when she was 13.

The angle was too much for Michelle. As JP started to begin thrusting again, she let out a grunt of slight pain at the way his cock was in her.

JP knew this sound - he'd heard it more than a few times. Most of those times he didn't really care, knowing that in time the recipient of his member would deal with the way it fit in her.

But JP loved Michelle in his own way, and instantly reacted. He lay back, grasping her shoulders to that she lay back to, her back on his chest, her legs spreading up and locking around his. He saw the edges of her breasts lay our from her sides as she lay back. His hands flew up, encompassing them with abandon, mauling the fleshy orbs, pulling her nipples hard, pressing the mounds together. He tried to hold them every way he knew how, all at once. Never had he felt such perfect skin, such perfect heaviness in his hands.

Michelle began to cry out. With each thrust the cry got louder. She was in utter ecstasy now, and the feeling of being totally filled was overwhelming her senses completely. She felt the hands tugging, pulling, pinching, caressing her tits. She loved it. She loved that she had these for men to enjoy. For this man to enjoy. For her husband to enjoy.




College Friends Home on Break



He wasn't expecting Kim to call, even though he knew she was home for Thanksgiving break. Brad knew that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, who happened to be Brad's best friend, so he figured she wouldn't be too keen to talk with him. But when her number flashed on his cell phone, Brad eagerly answered it.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi. It's Kim," she said. The sound of her voice made Brad's heart rate pick up. Since Kim had dated his friend Scott for two years, Brad never thought that he would ever have a chance with her. And he wasn't about to make any moves on her while she was dating Scott. But he always felt like they had a certain connection. Kim certainly wasn't shy about flirting with him, and based on the stories Scott told, she wasn't shy about many things.

"Hey Kim. Are you back on break?" Brad asked. Kim, at 19, was a sophomore in college. Brad, just 18, was a freshman. Kim went to Indiana while Brad was at Ohio State. 

"Just got home last night," Kim said back. "You talk to Scott?"

"Yes," Brad said, not wanting to lie. "Is it true?"

Scott had told him that he and Kim just couldn't keep their long-distance relationship together as he was at Cornell, hundreds of miles from Kim at Indiana. They had drifted apart, unable to see each other like they used to when they started dating in high school.

"Yes, it's over," Kim said. "I was hoping to talk with you about some stuff I've been wondering. Want to meet at the mall around 3?"

Brad didn't have anything going on, and even if he had, he would have skipped it to see Kim. She was petite, about 5'4'', with long black, curly hair that came down to her shoulders, small but pert breasts and a nearly perfect ass that she loved to show off in jeans that appeared to be two sizes too small and form-fitting yoga pants.

"Yeah, I can meet you there," Brad said. "Got some shopping to do?"

"A little bit, mainly I just wanted to see you and talk about things," Kim said. "See you in a couple hours."

"Later," Brad replied. He put his phone down and wondered what this was all about. 

"Talk about things?" he said to himself out loud. He wasn't sure what that meant, but it could go in a lot of different ways. He and Kim had always been close, even when she was dating Scott, so maybe she just wanted to pick his brain about the breakup. But what if it was more than that? Brad's mind wandered. But he wouldn't have much time to stress over it. It was already 1 p.m.

Brad got a text from Kim as he was driving to the mall.

"Meet me outside VS."

"VS?" Brad thought to himself. "Could she really mean Victoria's Secret?" From the stories Scott had told him about his years dating Kim, she was far from a prude. In fact, if Scott was to be believed all she ever thought about was sex. Brad could, and had, imagined her loving to flaunt her body in some of the more revealing offerings at Victoria's Secret.

When he approached the store, he could see Kim standing near the entrance typing something on her phone. She looked as good as he remembered the last time he saw her, about four months earlier. She was wearing black yoga pants and a sweater that just barely covered her ass. Kim smiled when she saw him and spread her arms wide for a hug.

"Brad! Come here, you!" she said embracing him. Brad, always one to over think things, tried to determine whether it was a friend hug or a more-than-friend hug. It was hard to tell, but it certainly felt good. 

"Kim, great seeing you," Brad said as they emerged from the hug. He loved the smell of her perfume. Whatever it was, it was distinctly her smell. It was a definite turn on. 

"Hey, so, sorry about Scott," Brad said, cutting right to the chase. "I wish I could tell you what he was thinking, but I'm not really sure."

"Yeah, I know," Kim said. "It's not like I didn't see it coming, because I did. Things just weren't going great and we both knew it. But that's why I wanted to be sure to see you right away."

"Oh?" Brad said.

"Yeah, I just wanted to be sure that me no longer being with Scott doesn't mean the end of our friendship," Kim said. "You're my best guy friend and I don't want you to think we can't still hang out."

"Guy friend?" Brad thought to himself. "Hang out?" These were not the words of a woman looking to start a relationship, or get into his pants. His hopes for the afternoon started to fade.

"No way," he told her. "Nothing can stop us from being friends. Scott would be cool with that and even if he wasn't, there's nothing he can do to stop us."

"Aw, I'm so glad to hear you say that," Kim said, rubbing her hand up and down Brad's arm. "Coming home wouldn't be the same if I couldn't see you."

Brad smiled and there was an awkward silence. He really wasn't sure what was going to happen next, other than he was now stuck at the mall to do some shopping he didn't have any interest in doing.

"So, now what?" Brad asked. 

"Oh, I just needed to grab some stuff. You want to hang out with me and get caught up?" Kim asked.

"Sure," Brad said. He was used to hanging out with Kim even when she was dating Scott. They got along well because they both knew nothing was going to happen between them. But now with Scott out of the picture, Brad was hoping for more, but Kim wasn't giving off vibes that was in the offing.

"I need to run in here," she said, motioning toward Victoria's Secret. "Can you come in and help?"

Suddenly, Brad was feeling more optimistic about the afternoon. Was this Kim just being the friend, or was this Kim starting to flirt with him? Either way, he was more than happy to help her pick out underwear. The material he would gather for masturbation fantasies would last him months back at college.

They walked into the store that was packed with people, mostly women, taking advantage of holiday sales. The music was loud and the noise from the shoppers was louder still. Kim had to practically scream for Brad to hear her.

"Come on in the back," she said. "There's a sale on panties."

Brad couldn't believe it, but he actually felt his dick start to harden. Was he really shopping for panties with Kim? Her being so casual about it just turned him on all the more.

They got to the back of the store where there was a massive display of panties in all shapes, varieties, colors and sizes.

"Scott always wanted me to wear thongs, and those things are so damn uncomfortable," Kim said. "I need to get some stuff that actually feels good when I'm wearing it, you know."

"Not really," Brad joked.

Kim laughed.

"Do you like these boy shorts?" Kim held up a pair of blue and white striped boy shorts in front of her waist, as if she were wearing them. 

"Yeah, those are cute," Brad said, but he was really thinking, "My god you would look so fucking hot in those."

"OK, cool," Kim said. "Can you pick out four different ones of these you think I would like? I'm a small."

Before Brad could answer, Kim had moved to another table of nothing but silk panties and was pawing through a pile of them on display. Brad was actually now semi-erect just at the thought of Kim asking for his advice in picking out her panties. The only thing that stopped him from getting a full-on boner was that he wasn't sure whether she viewed him as almost a sister, or girlfriend, out on a shopping jag, or whether she was also turned on by the thought of him choosing her unmentionables.

Either way, he was tasked with picking out panties that would send the right message. They had to be sexy without being trashy, perhaps a little naughty but definitely not old lady.

He got the four he thought fit the bill and then connected with Kim in another part of the store. 

"You got 'em?" she asked.

"Yeah," Brad said, holding them out. Kim didn't ask to see them, she just took them from him and added them to a pile she had already picked out. 

"Great, thanks. I'm almost done," she said. 

"OK," Brad answered, still not sure how to read her. Not that he was complaining about spending an afternoon picking out panties for Kim, he just wasn't sure if it was going anywhere beyond that.

As the clerk rang up the panties, she folded each one in front of Brad as Kim looked at her phone. Brad found himself getting erect again, just imagining her in each of them. Kim seemed pre-occupied. After she paid, she asked Brad, "You want to come over for dinner?"

"Sure, are your parents home?" Brad asked. 

"No, they're gone for the night. They went with my sister to visit my grandparents. I didn't feel like going, so I have the place to myself," Kim said, taking the bag of panties and walking out of the store.

"Yeah, I think I could come over for a little bit," Brad said. 

"Cool," Kim said. "Come over around six. I'll see you then."

Brad tried to process his thoughts as he drove home. He wasn't going to try and force anything with Kim, but now that she was available, he also wasn't going to be afraid to make a move. And, she was the one who invited him to come pick out panties for her. That's a pretty clear signal, isn't it?

As he was driving home his phone beeped. It was a text from Kim. He opened it.

"Thx for the help today. "

He smiled and typed out a quick response: "NP. I hope you like what I picked out."

His phone beeped almost immediately with another message from Kim.

"Luv them. Which should I wear first?"

"Jesus," Brad thought. "This is getting interesting."

He thought for a minute before typing his response. He wanted to keep the flirting going without scaring her off.

"U know me, skimpier the better."

The minute Brad hit the send button he worried that he had gone too far. Kim didn't type a response. He pulled into his driveway and checked the phone again, but there was no message.

"Shit," he said out loud. "Shit. Shit."

It was 5 p.m. He had an hour before Kim wanted him to come over to eat. He thought about canceling, but the alternative, sitting at home and watching reruns of America's Funniest Home Videos, wasn't exactly an enticing alternative. He sat down in front of his computer and started to cruise Facebook when his phone beeped. It was a message from Kim.

"OK."

That's all it said.

"OK?" Brad thought. "OK?! What the hell does that mean?"

He was getting tired of trying to analyze everything she said and did. All he knew for sure was he was going to get a meal with a good friend, who just happened to have a tight body and, according to her former boyfriend, loved nothing more than to fuck and be fucked.

After some mindless cruising of the Internet, Brad grabbed his keys and headed over to Kim's.

Kim opened the door when he knocked. She was wearing a tight, red V-cut T-shirt. Her breasts appeared to be trying to burst out of the shirt that looked to be at least two sizes too small. Brad could see the outline of the pattern on her bra, the fabric was so thin. 

She had on a pair of light gray yoga pants, similar to the pair she had on at the mall. Although, incredibly, this pair appeared to be even tighter and of a thinner material than the ones before. He tried not to stare, but the outline of her vagina was clearly visible, as the fabric clung to every curve and crease on her body. 

"Hey there," Kim said, noticeably more welcoming than she had been at the mall. "Come on in, I'm so glad you decided to come over."

Brad walked through the door. Kim was alone.

"Yeah, no problem," he said.

"Listen, I have to apologize," Kim said immediately. "I know I was being kind of distant this afternoon. It's not intentional. It's just that I'm trying to process what happened with Scott, why he dumped me, and my head is kind of flying all over the place. I'm just so thankful to have a friend like you to help me through this."

With that, she approached Brad and gave him a full hug, pulling his body close against her. He loved the feel of the heat she was giving off, but he was also slightly nervous that she would notice his budding erection pressed against her waist. If she did notice, she didn't say anything as she held the hug for several seconds.

"Hey, anything for you," Brad said. "I always thought Scott kind of gave you a raw deal."

"Oh yeah? In what way?" Kim asked as she walked into the kitchen. Brad stared at her ass. It was perfectly accented by the thin, tight yoga pants. He just wanted to reach out and grab it.

"Well, I just thought he took you for granted, you know?" Brad said.

"Aww, that's sweet," Kim said. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah, you have any beer?"

"Sure, in the fridge. I've already had a couple. I think I'll switch to wine," Kim said.

"Wow, you've been hitting it kind of hard, huh?" Brad said as he popped open the beer and took a long swig.

"Just trying to relax," Kim practically purred, smiling at Brad. "What do you like to do to relax?"

Brad almost choked on his beer at the question. Now he knew she was flirting with him.

"Oh, all sorts of things," he said.

"Yeah, like what?" Kim asked, moving closer to him.

"Oh you know, I love to play games," Brad said. The minute the words left his mouth he regretted it. He sounded like a fool. Play games? What the fuck does that mean?

"What sorts of games?" Kim giggled, standing just inches away from him. 

"Any kind," Brad said. "You name it."

"Did you ever used to thumb wrestle?" Kim asked with a smile, moving just inches away from Brad. She put out her hand, with her thumb extended.

"Of course," Brad said. "Everyone knows how to thumb wrestle."

"OK, let's do it then," Kim said, grabbing Brad's hand and putting it into hers. Brad felt a wave of heat come over him as he held hands with Kim and their thumbs began dodging back and forth, trying to pin the other. It was the first time he ever felt her hand in his and he liked it. As they played the game, their bodies bobbed and weaved with their thumbs until they were pressed up close against one another. Inevitably, like magnets, their faces were just inches apart. Almost uncontrollably, like it was out of both of their controls, they began kissing, mouths open, tongues darting in and out.

Brad put his arms around Kim and held her close. They kissed, deep and long, wordlessly, enjoying what each of them had wanted for so long but had been unable to experience. Kim pulled Brad to the couch and they both collapsed on it, with her on top. 

Brad just went with the moment, his hands running up and down Kim's body. She felt so warm, so right, on top of him. His cock was fully erect inside his jeans and he loved the feel of her body pressing against it.

"Oh Brad, god," Kim whispered, the first words either of them spoke during the long kiss. "Is this right?"

"Shhhh," Brad whispered. He put her head into his hands and guided her mouth back onto his. They began kissing again, even more forcefully. 

Brad's hands found their way, easily, to Kim's breasts. He was outside her shirt, caressing her, and could feel her pert nipples through both her shirt and nearly sheer bra. It was as if they wanted to burst out as much as his swollen, throbbing cock did. As soon as he ran his finger over her pert tit, Kim let out a moan.

"Oh god, yes," she said. He began massaging both tits at the same time and Kim became more and more aroused.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Oh god, don't stop."

They kept kissing as Brad circled her tits with his fingers, back and forth and around, from outside her shirt. Then Kim's grip on his forearm tightened, her body tensed, and she exhaled loudly.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," she said. Her back arched as Brad ran his palms over her tits, pressing them against her chest. "Jesus, god, ohhhhh!"

Kim's body convulsed, up and down, on the couch as she came from Brad's touch. He couldn't believe it. He had never made a woman cum before when she was fully clothed. After several seconds Kim's breathing slowed and she looked at Brad.

"That was incredible," she said. "You made me cum."

"Wow, that was easy," Brad laughed.

"I have very sensitive nipples," Kim said. She exhaled loudly again and looked at Brad. "May I return the favor?"

Brad felt his cock pulse at the offer. The question barely left her lips before he blurted out, "Of course."

Kim slid off to Brad's side and looked at the bulge in his jeans. There was no hiding his boner, and she had been grinding on it for the past 10 minutes anyhow, so it was no surprise.

"There are three secrets to giving great hand jobs," Kim said, as she gripped his cock from outside his jeans. "The first is anticipation."

Brad ran his hands through her hair as she gripped and released his cock several times.

"What's the second?" Brad asked, using every inch of his willpower not to blow his wad in his pants.

"A firm grip," Kim said, as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. His cock popped out, quickly occupying the opening she afforded it. Kim was taken aback by its size. At a full seven inches, and thick, it was much bigger than any other man she had been with.

"Wow," she said, sitting back as she looked at it. "That is, wow."

"Are you just going to look at it?" Brad asked, only half jokingly. The comment kicked Kim back into reality, and she gripped his cock with her right hand. It was certainly the biggest dick she had ever seen in real life and she made sure to have her hand explore his entire shaft, up and down, with a tight grasp the entire time.

"How does that feel, big boy?" she asked with a smile. Brad's eyes were closed, he was thoroughly enjoying the attention, doing all he could not to cum so fast. He felt like he could explode at any moment. It was like a lifetime's worth of sexual frustration had been built up for this moment.

Her hand gripped his penis firmly, stroking it up and down. Precum formed on the tip of his cock, and she spread it down the top of his shaft with her index finger as she kept working him. It was glorious.

"What's the third secret?" he asked, with all the strength he had to speak and now blow his wad.

"The third," she said, continuing to stroke him. "Is knowing the right thing to say at the right time."

"Like what?" Brad asked.

She stroked him five more times silently. She could tell by the way his back was arching and his cock was tensing that he didn't have much longer. She waited until just the right moment. Then she leaned in, her lips pressed against his ear, and whispered: "I can't wait to feel you inside of me."

At that very instant, he shot a huge wad of hot cum, all across her arm and his chest with a loud, gutteral growl.

"Ohhhhh," he said. Then a second, third and fourth huge spurt of cum shot out, all over Kim and Brad. It was going everywhere and showed no signs of stopping. Kim kept pumping him, like she was working a water well. It seemed like it would never end.

"I. Want. To. Fuck. You," she purred in his ear, and with each word his cum seemed to shoot farther out.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, his cock stopped pulsing and the flow of cum ended. The white, sticky mess seemed to be everywhere. On Kim's hand and T-shirt, all over Brad's stomach, and even a little in Kim's hair. All they could do was laugh.

"Jesus," Kim said, taking a step back. "That was, uh, incredible."

Brad laughed, a little self-consciously. 

"I guess you really do know the secret," he said.

"Yeah," she said. "I guess that big cock of yours hadn't gotten any attention in a while, huh?"

Brad laughed but didn't say anything. It had been a while, but he didn't want Kim to know that.

"Let's get cleaned up and eat some dinner," she said, throwing him a towel as she went into the bathroom. Brad cleaned himself and then put his clothes back on. When Kim emerged she was wearing a bathrobe.

"Let's order some dinner," she said.

So they did.

As they ate, Brad wasn't sure if he would ever get a boner again, he felt so spent. Even though Kim was sitting next to him in nothing but a robe and panties, he felt no urge to rip it open and fuck her.




College Friends Home on Break



They spoke very little as they ate, but when they finished Kim cleared her throat.

"Brad, tonight was great but really unexpected. I need to process what happened. It's not bad, don't get me wrong, but it's a lot to take in," she said.

"Yeah," Brad admitted. "It was more than I expected."

"Right," she said. "Let's talk tomorrow."

Brad agreed it was the right move. He gathered his stuff and moved toward the door. Still, as he stood there, he felt a wave of excitement rush over him.

"I had a great time tonight," he said, looking Kim in the eyes. "We've been friends for so long, known each other's feelings and desires but never acted on them until now, and I feel like there's great potential here."

Kim smiled, looked at the ground, then back up at Brad.

"I'm tired," she said. "Text me tomorrow."

She got on her tippy toes and kissed Brad on the mouth, lips closed. For the first time since she jerked him off Brad felt his cock come to life, just a bit. He kissed her back and then walked to his car. She closed the door behind him before he even opened his car door. On the short drive home Brad tried to process everything that had happened. He never thought he and Kim would ever get together, but tonight felt so perfect he refused to believe it would be the last time. He also wondered whether he had gone far enough, in case it was the last time. He didn't want to have any regrets.

As he neared his house his phone beeped with a text message. It was from Kim.

"Hi," was all it said.

He punched out, "Hey," in return as he drove.

His phone showed that Kim was typing a response. He held it at eye level as he drove. Her message popped up.

"I wish u had stayed."

He felt his cock come to attention. He felt horny again.

Brad turned onto his street, then pulled off to the side to type a reply.

"Me 2."

He pulled into his driveway and parked his car. He was halfway hard when he walked into his house, looking at his phone waiting for a reply the whole time. It was silent.

He got in, had a drink of water, and glanced at the clock. It was after midnight. Kim probably had gone to sleep. He was feeling tired too, so he went up to bed, keeping his phone with him just in case.

He stripped down to his boxers, still semi-erect, and got into bed. As he checked his email on his phone, he got another message from Kim.

"U awake?"

"Y," he typed back.

"U in bed?" she texted back.

"Y," he replied.

"I'm wearing my new panties," she wrote back.

Now he was fully erect. 

"Show me," he texted.

There was a long pause. Brad started stroking his cock as he waited for Kim to decide what to do next.

"Facetime?" she wrote back.

"Y!" Brad typed with excitement. Within seconds, his phone was ringing with a request from Kim for him to Facetime. He accepted. He saw her face, she was in her bedroom.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey back," Brad replied.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Stroking my cock, thinking of you," he said.

"Show me."

He grabbed his phone and directed it toward his rock hard, 7-inch cock. It filled up the whole screen of the phone.

"Mmm, love it," Kim said. "Stroke it for me."

"Just a second," Brad said. He set his phone next to his bed so it would show his body from the waist down. Kim got the perfect view of him stroking for her.

"Let me see what you're wearing," Brad said, as he continued masturbating.

"Sure."

Kim moved her phone down to show Brad that she was wearing a pair of the blue-striped boy short panties he had picked out for her earlier in the day.

He could see a wet spot in her crotch. She was clearly turned on.

"Have you been masturbating without me? Brad asked.

"Yes," she said. "Want to watch?"

"Of course," Brad said. "Take those panties off."

"OK," Kim said. She slid them off. Brad saw her pussy for the first time. It was perfectly trimmed and even through the phone connection he could tell it was glistening with her juices.

"What have you been thinking about while you were masturbating?" Brad asked, still groping his cock for the camera.

"I've been imagining your huge cock inside of me," she said.

"Put your fingers in your slit," Brad said. "Open it for me."

"Mmmmm," Kim moaned. She slid her index and middle finger into her pussy. It easily slid open. She exposed herself to Brad over the phone, rubbing her clit as she did it. She felt herself coming close to climax.

"Oh god," she said. "I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Brad said.

"Let's cum at the same time," she said to him.

"OK," Brad said, stroking his cock harder and faster. 

"Yes, yes," Kim moaned, her fingers going in and out of her pussy faster as she watched Brad bring himself closer to orgasm.

"Now," Brad said. "Now!"

"Yes!" Kim exclaimed. Her back arched, her body convulsed, as she felt a tremendous orgasm rush through her. Seeing her in such overwhelming pleasure caused Brad to let go, shooting cum all over himself for Kim to see on the camera. They both came together for several seconds before either spoke.

"That was amazing. Again," Kim said.

"Yes," Brad said, moving his phone so Kim could see how much cum he shot all over himself. 

"I need to fuck you," Kim said.

"Agreed," Brad said. "When?"

"Tomorrow," Kim said. "Come by in the morning."

"What time?" Brad asked.

"As soon as you wake up. Just come in the front door. I am home alone."

"Alright," Brad said. "It will be hard for me to get to sleep thinking about it."

"Sweet dreams," Kim said. She shut off her phone. Brad did the same, turning off the light, and turning over in bed.

Brad fell asleep quickly and awoke shortly after 7 a.m., with a boner. He checked his phone. There were no messages from Kim. He rolled out of bed, through a pair of jeans and T-shirt on, and went downstairs. He grabbed his car keys and went outside, anxious to get to Kim's.

He worried that he might be getting there too early, but if Kim was feeling the same way he was he knew she wanted to see him. The day before had been the most erotic of his young life, and he couldn't wait for more. He already had a boner just thinking about what was to come.

He got to her house about 10 minutes later. There was no sign of life. All the lights were off and the shades were closed. He walked to the door. Instead of knocking or ringing the doorbell, he tried the knob. It was open, just like Kim said it would be.

He quietly opened the door and stepped inside. He didn't see her in the main room. The house was quiet and dark. He closed the door behind him and looked around. The hallway to the bedrooms was to the left. He walked toward her door. It was shut, but there was a piece of paper taped to the outside.

"Come inside, take off your clothes, don't turn on light."

Brad couldn't believe it. How hot was that? He quickly pulled off his shirt, unzipped and dropped her jeans, and slid off his boxers. His cock sprang to attention. He turned the knob and entered her bedroom. It was dark, with the blinds closed, but he could make out the shape of her body on her bed on the far side. He closed the door behind him and approached her bedside.

He stood over her bed, not certain if Kim was asleep or awake. He wasn't sure what to do next. Before he could decide on his next step, he heard the sheets ruffle as Kim rolled over. The next thing he felt were her hands on his legs. It felt like she was trying to figure out where he was. When she put her hands on his cock, she pulled him closer to the bed. Then he felt her mouth on his dick, her hot tongue going up and down his shaft. She took all of him in her mouth, his cock going down her throat easily despite its size. 

As she sucked him, Brad reached down and slid his hand between her legs. She eagerly spread them for him, and his hand found her wet cunt. It was obvious Kim had been awake for a while, pleasuring herself, waiting for his arrival. He slid his index finger inside her and finger-fucked her while she sucked his cock.

Kim stopped sucking and said, "I want you to fuck me."

Brad pulled his hand out from between her legs and got down in the bed with her. They lay facing each other and kissed, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths.

"Fuck me now," Kim said, grabbing his cock and moving it toward her dripping pussy. 

"I didn't realize what a dirty little whore you are," Brad said.

"Scott never told you?" Kim asked, surprised.

"Yes, but everyone through he was lying," Brad said.

"He wasn't," Kim said as she slid his dick inside of her with one quick thrust of her hips.

Brad couldn't believe how good it felt to finally be inside her, after years of fantasizing about it and coming so close the day before. His cock filled her up, her pussy closing around it in a tight, hot, wet grip. He thrust it in as deep as it could go, their bodies pressed against one another. Kim let out a loud moan, unlike any he had ever heard a woman make.

"Uhhhhggghhhh," she said in his ear as he pushed his cock in and out of her, faster with each surge. It felt like his dick was made to fit her pussy, they were in perfect rhythm.

"Oh god," Kim said as he had his way with her. "Fuck me. Harder."

Brad spun her onto her back, and spread her legs wide. It was so dark he still couldn't see her, but he could feel his way around. From on top, he could ram his cock deeper and harder in her than before. Kim ate it up.

"Yes! Yes! I am going to cum!" she shouted.

"Then do it!" Brad said, not breaking his stride.

His cock seemed to be flooded with her juices as she came with him still inside her. Kim screamed as her orgasm rocked through her body. It was a good thing they were alone. No one could have slept through the noises she was making.

Brad knew he couldn't last much longer, but he had to fuck her doggy. That had been his dream ever since he met her and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity.

"Get up and bend over," he told her. 

She did as he said, silently. Brad ran his cock over her perfect, tight ass until it found her drenched, gaping cunt. He filled her up again, from behind, and resumed fucking her. He slapped her ass as he went and Kim buried her face in her pillows. 

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" Kim yelled.

"Take it!" Brad shouted. He couldn't believe how much he was into this. Kim loved it.

"Yes!" she yelled.

Finally Brad just couldn't hold out any more. His whole body tingled as he felt his orgasm coming.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!" he yelled. 

Once he heard himself say the word, he just couldn't control himself any more. The cum shot out of him like a rocket, filling Kim's cunt and spilling out of it, dripping down her thighs as Brad kept fucking her from behind. Kim loved it and kept riding him as he emptied himself in her.

They both collapsed onto the bed, both a wet sticky mess, when he finally finished. They were exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. After several minutes laying next to one another in silence, Kim licked the inside of Brad's ear. She whispered, "Are you ready to go again?"