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WTF

By: jimmito



What the...?

What the hell is going on over there?

There is a dick sticking through a hole in the wall!

Here I am in an adult video booth, my own dick in my hand, watching a blonde give a guy a very loving blowjob, and now this.

I could not help but stare at the dick for a minute. I had to admit it was a good-looking dick, not large but very well formed.

I tried to ignore it and returned my attention to the movie.

After a while the dick disappeared.

I surprised myself by sort of missing it.

It wasn't long before curiosity began to overrun my mind.

I just had to take a look at the owner of the invading cock. As quietly as I could, I scooted over to where the opening was and looked in. 

The guy was sitting at the bench slowly fisting his dick. He looked like a fairly ordinary guy, about my age. I watched him play with his prick longer than I intended, but eventually I returned to my bench.

Watching him got me was very excited. I had never stopped stroking my cock while watching him stroke his and had to slow myself down to keep from cumming.

I could not concentrate on my movie. The events of the last few minutes had me in a state of agitation.

Then it dawned on me. When he looked through the hole what he saw was me playing with my dick, exactly what I just saw.

Well, two can play this game I thought, lets see what he does when there is a dick on his side of the wall.

I stood up next to the wall and placed the head of my dick through the opening.

I soon started to lose my nerve; second thoughts about the safety of such a move began to press into my brain.

Then I felt a warm, wet touch on the end of my dick and all my thinking was transferred to that other head. The head of my dick was in the warmest envelope it had ever been. 

The rest of my dick wanted some of that and followed the head through the hole.

I was engulfed; the guy was making love to my dick. I plastered my body against the wall and enjoyed the best blowjob of my life.

My wife would at times give me head but it was always as favor or in a sense of duty. She never made love to my dick like this guy was doing and she never finished me off.

That thought brought me back to the present because I was about to cum. I had to let this guy know. I grunted and started to partially withdraw. My benefactor would not allow it and renewed his efforts.

I started cumming from the base of my spine. Major spasms one right after the other. I saw stars. When I was spent my dick was still in his mouth, he had taken it all.

I slowly inched back from the wall. He did not release my dick until it was on my side of the hole.

I was shaking. I had to sit down.

What an experience!

After I caught my breath I pulled my pants up, preparing to leave.

I glanced at the hole and saw the head of my benefactor's dick just through the opening.

I was in a quandary. He was asking for the return of the favor, but something in his body language told me he was not demanding it and in fact did not expect it. Yet, I am the kind of guy that repays his debts, so I thought the least I could do was to give him a hand job.

He was about to withdraw when I reached out and stroked his dick with as gentle a touch as I could. He let out a sigh and stuck his dick all the way through the opening.

Now I could grasp it and masturbate him.

To get better angle I crouched by the hole. The man had given me a lot of pleasure and I wanted to do a good job for him. I alternate squeezes with caresses and he let me know by his moans that I was doing well.

From my new position I could also take a close look at his dick. It really was nice. As I admired it I became aware of the smell. I put my nose right above it to get a better whiff, which brought my lips to the tip of his dick.

I gave it a short, tentative kiss. The guy moaned louder. I gave it a quick, tentative lick. The guy moaned again.

I was beginning to see the attraction of all this. The taste was OK, the smooth sensation in my mouth was very good, and the feeling of power was excellent. The man's entire world of happiness depended on my lips.

I slid the head into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. He grunted.

I slid my mouth down the entire shaft, back to the head and back down until my forehead was touching the wall. I held his dick there for a few seconds then repeated the process slowly. His dick began to jump in my mouth; I could feel him plastering himself to the opposite wall. I increased the tempo. He was not going to last long.

I was wondering if he would warn me before he came, when he did just that.

I had every intention if finishing him off by hand but I remembered how amazing it felt to still be in his mouth as I came and, as I said, I pay my debts.

I increased my pace by a fraction and that was all it took. He came in strong spurts that hit the back of my throat and forced me to swallow. I held on as spurt after spurt shot into my mouth.

Finally, they stopped. I still had his dick in my mouth.

Somehow, I felt proud.

Slowly he withdrew. I heard him plop onto the bench with a thud. My pride surged. I had wrung him out.

I sat back to take stock in what had happened.

I had been given the best blowjob of my life and I had given the first blowjob of my life.

I had swallowed cum.

The taste and feel of cum in my mouth was not all that pleasant but not bad enough to make me regret what I had done.

Finally I stirred myself into leaving. As I closed the door on the way out of the booth I sensed the door next to it being opened. My partner was leaving too, and followed me out of the store.

As I got to my car I glanced at him as he was heading to the car parked next to mine. I took a closer look and confirmed that he was about my size and age and like me had a wedding band. On an impulse I looked at him and said, "Thanks."

He was temporarily stunned that I would talk to him, apparently not done in adult stores.

But then he smiled and said, "My pleasure."

As he got into his car he said, "I am usually here on Thursdays."

"That is good to know," I said. "See you next week."

I waved to him as he drove off. 

As I drove home it sunk into my brain that I had just volunteered to give the guy another blowjob on Thursday.

I could hardly wait.

WTF Happened Last Night?



I sleep with a bolster whenever I'm not with a girl. It's a habit I have, and it's the only way I can go to sleep. I know it sounds a little weird, but that's the way I am, and there's nothing anyone can say to make me change my habit.

But the bolster I was hugging didn't feel like the one I normally had in my bed. In fact, it was a little more... substantial in some parts. At the bottom, it seemed to taper, and at the top, it was bigger and softer. I could smell it too... it smelt a little musky, a little flowery.

I realised that the bolster I was clutching had what felt like a soft but firm grip on my cock, at about the same time the hand released it, and the bolster exclaimed somewhere in the area of my chest: "What the fuck!"

It wasn't that loud, but it was loud enough for me to recognise the voice. I cracked open an eye and groaned. My head was spinning a little and I shut my eye again, but not before noticing that there was hair on the "bolster" I was hugging. A full head of it. And it smelt and sounded like... Elly.

"What the fuck happened to your pants?" she had had her head on my chest and had to move up to whisper in my ear. I felt her breasts slide against my chest, and a wiry, rather moist area sliding up my thigh... which had apparently been pressed up against her crotch.

"Uh, I..." I began, and her hand quickly covered my mouth. It smelt of her musk. Along with a trace of something else.

"Shhhh!" she whispered urgently in my ear. "You don't want to wake Chris up, do you?"

Oh. It quickly dawned on me: I was on holiday with the two girls, Christina and Ella. My girlfriend, Joey, hadn't been able to come along on account of work, but she was OK with me going with the two girls because she, I and everyone else knew that we were firmly in the friendzone. Joey was firm friends with Chris and Elly long before I knew her, and she trusted the both of them like her own sisters.

Chris and Elly had picked the destination, a tropical island in Asia, and I had tagged along because the tickets had been bought -- it was just too bad that Joey had had that last minute assignment at the office. We had booked adjoining rooms, like we always did when we all holidayed together... and just like we always did, the door between the rooms was open. Joey and I never had an issue with the two girls coming into our room, and saved our holiday sex for those occasions when the other two didn't tag along. Besides, having two bathrooms instead of one also meant that we were able to get out of the rooms more quickly -- Elly in particular was rather slow in getting ready for the day -- and having that door open meant the girls could talk until the wee hours.

It was just that... well, the girls usually returned to their own room when they were tired. They never stayed over in our room. Especially not in the same bed. And definitely not while they were stark naked, like Elly was under the duvet. Like I said, we were in the friendzone, Elly, Chris and I.

"I don't know," I whispered back at her. "Come to think of it, what happened to yours?"

"Smart answer... it's not helping," she replied, her hands rooting about under the duvet, searching for her clothes. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"I... can't remember," I confessed, rubbing my eyes and trying to get my brain working again. "We were drinking at the bar across the street, I think..."

"Yeah," she whispered, her hands brushing up against my erection again. "Will you put that thing away?"

"I can't," I grinned. "It's a part of me."

"Well, it's in the way," she grumbled, her legs joining in the scrabble under the duvet. "I can't find my clothes!"

"You and me both," I whispered back at her as I began searching for my own clothes. I remembered we were in shorts and tee-shirts, all three of us. Elly was the smaller of the two girls, and was wearing a small midriff baring tee, whereas Chris and I were in much larger tees. Mine said "It's not my fault I'm awesome" in big letters, and Chris' was emblazoned with "I'm with stupid", with the word "stupid" cancelled and the word "slut" written over that. Elly's was just a plain pink tee. I had beach shorts on, and Elly had on a pair of running shorts that looked a size bigger than they needed to be, which was how she usually dressed. She wasn't quite the type to leave it all hanging out, if you know what I mean... even though she 'had the goods', so to speak. 

"Hey, watch your hands, you prick," she complained again as my hands brushed against her body. Not against any of her naughty bits, mind you, but they brushed against bare skin nonetheless, and I guess she must have felt uncomfortable about the intimacy of the contact between our naked bodies. Heck, I was embarrassed too... I'd not been unfaithful to Joey ever, and I'm not the sort of guy who's looking to add notches to my belt when my girlfriend is not around.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I can't find anything under here."

"No shit, Sherlock," her reply sounded fierce, yet resigned. "How the fuck did I end up here? Like this?"

I shrugged. Discretion is indeed the better part of valor. Besides, I couldn't even string together too many coherent thoughts in my own head, to be able to fashion a reply.

"Fuck, you'd better not look at me when I get up. Asshole," she whispered fiercely as she pulled the duvet up around her. "I gotta get out of here and back into the room before Chris wakes up."

"What if she wakes up just as you walk in like that?"

"Shit, what the fuck can... fuck!" she exclaimed. She sounded mad. "What should we do?"

"I don't know," I replied, rubbing my head once more. "Let me think."

"Think! Fuck that!" she replied, hitting me with her fist. Elly put little force in her punch, though, suggesting that she was frustrated with the situation more than she was angry with me. "While you're at it, think about what happened last night. Between us. Because I can't remember."

"Neither can I," I replied. "All I remember is that we were drinking at that bar, we started playing games, and there was a lot of laughter and... and..."

"And..?" she said, pulling the duvet up to her neck before finally looking at me. It was the first time she was looking me in the eye, and I could see embarrassment in her eyes. Along with something else. "And what?"

"I... think you got drunk. I mean, WE got drunk," I said. "Including Chris."

"And then what happened?"

"I don't know. I don't remember much after that," I shook my head and let out a slight groan. Too much vigorous movement was a bad idea. "I think we... had to help you get back to the room. Chris had to... she had to puke I think. And you..."

"Yeah? What did I do?"

"You wanted to go to the toilet."

"So I came over to use the toilet."

I nodded. My head was clearing up a little. "No, you also wanted to take a shower. I think you said you didn't wanna go to sleep smelling like the bar, so you came over to shower."

"So..? What else happened last night?"

"I honestly don't know," I replied. "I think you asked me to wait for you in case... in case you fell down or something."

"Really? I did?" Elly looked a little surprised. "I can't believe I said that."

"Think you thought you were talking to Chris."

"And then? What happened next? Did I fall down in there?"

"No... I don't think so," I closed my eyes again. It seemed to be easier to think with my eyes shut... even though the light in the room was really dim. It was probably still quite early in the morning. "I don't recall..."

"You sure? So you didn't come in to look at me, you pervert?"

"No! I'm pretty sure I'd have remembered if I had to come in and help you shower."

"Fuck you," Elly whispered, but there was no rancor in her voice. "You'd have liked that, wouldn't you? Putting your hands all over me, rubbing soap over my boobs and pussy..."

"Fuck, Elly, stop that," I cut her off. "I'm not that kind of guy."

She giggled. "Yeah, I know that. We keep telling Joey what a precious find she has in you."

"Anyway, I don't remember looking at you showering. Heck, I don't even remember going into the bathroom, so I couldn't have..."

"Alright, I get it," she smiled. "So what next?"

"I think you came out. In a towel."

"Uh huh."

"But you were still drunk and... the towel dropped."

"Fuck me," she said, her voice sounded thin and a little strange. "You've... seen me? Naked? Fuck!"

"I... actually, I don't recall completely what you looked like naked, Elly," I said, trying to console her.

"How the fuck are we gonna... how do we look each other in the eye, now that you've... ooh!" she sounded frustrated once more.

"I... well, it's not like we planned for this to happen."

"So you don't remember what I look like naked?" Elly's eyes were dark once more, and I couldn't tell what it was she was feeling. Was it shame? Disappointment? Or... something else?

"No... I... actually, I think I remember..."

"Fucker. You lied. Just like a guy!"

"Let me finish. I remember thinking you had a nice body. But I can't really remember the specifics."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Really."

"So you think I have a nice body?"

"Well, yeah. It's nice."

"Well, don't you think I'm too skinny? My hips are too big and my breasts too small?"

"Elly, the truth is, I don't make those sorts of comparative judgments. Only women do that. Men just... admire."

"Really? But Joey is much more... womanly."

"Every woman is different, Elly. Speaking as a man, I can assure you that we can appreciate different body types and shapes for what they are, without putting any sort of value judgment on what's better or what's worse. A boob is a boob, big or small, after all."

"Fuck, you think so?" she replied, her hand suddenly seizing mine. Before I could do anything, she had pulled my hand up to her breast. It was soft and springy, not too big. Not the C-cup size I was used to on Joey, but it was definitely a breast. And her nipple was definitely hard. Damn. My erection grew even harder.

"Yeah, I do," I said, leaving my hand on her breast as her hand dropped away. I knew Elly had been through a reasonably lengthy dry spell with regards to boyfriends, so I thought I would assure her that she was still attractive to men. I lightly massaged her breast, palpating the soft flesh and feeling the hardened nipple scraping against my palm.

She sighed. "I don't remember this being done to me," she whispered. "So maybe you didn't..."

"Yeah, well, I don't remember it either," I said, lightly plucking at her nipple and then smoothing my hand out and reaching out to catch her other breast. She turned slightly towards me, to make it easier for me to reach it. "So maybe we didn't do this." 

"I'm sure I'd have remembered this," she breathed softly. I looked at her once more. In the dim light, I could see her eyes were half closed. She looked like she quite liked what I was doing to her.

After a while, her hand settled on my cock once more.

"What was I doing holding on to this, then?" she whispered as her fingers settled on the stem of my erection. One fingertip reached up and stroked the crown of my cockhead, making it jerk slightly at the sensation.

I shrugged. "I don't know," I said. "I was wondering about that myself when I woke up."

Other fingers joined the first one, caressing the tip of my cock. Elly smiled as she ran her fingers across the length and breadth of my erection. It felt as if she was exploring it with her hand. 

"I don't even remember what I was dreaming about when I was feeling this up," Elly giggled. "The first thought that entered my head was "what is this thing doing here?" when I woke up."

"You thought it was Chris?" I smiled. "You girls play with each other?"

"NO! Of course not," she sounded a little miffed. "I mean, we're not that way."

"Fine, sorry," I said. "I just wondered..."

"Well stop your wondering, my boy, because it won't happen," she murmured as her fingers grasped at my cockhead and pulled at it lightly. She seemed to enjoy playing with my erection a lot.

"I... umm... I don't remember you doing that," I said helpfully, trying to concentrate on what I was going to say next. The sensation of her fingers brushing softly on my twitching cock made it a tad difficult to think, to be honest. "If... if you had, I would've..."

"Remembered. Yeah, got that," she finished the sentence for me, paused, then, as if she'd made up her mind and decided to do something about it before she changed it, Elly suddenly turned and hauled herself up on top of me. Her left leg swept up and over me under the duvet, making enough space for her to slide over quickly, before I had any inkling of what she intended to do. All of a sudden, I felt her breasts press up against my chest... and lower down, her wiry pubic bush press against the bottom of my shaft. My cock was now trapped between our bodies, and I could feel how wet she was down there too. Deliciously wet.

"Do you remember this, then?" she said as she pressed her pussy up against my shaft. I felt her soft, wet flesh sliding against my cock, spreading across the width of it and shook my head.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell," I groaned. "I'd definitely remember this."

And I would have too. The sensation of her silky slit pressing my cock hard against my own belly was heavenly. As was the weight of her body on top of mine, the softness of her breasts on my chest, and the subtle floral yet musky fragrance of her skin and her breath as she put her face close to mine.

Elly's face was so close to mine I couldn't see the expression on her face. All I could hear and feel was her breath close to my ear... and her breasts moving rhythmically against me as she breathed. She said nothing for a while, and was so still I thought she might have fallen asleep on top of me.

But I was wrong, of course. It didn't take her too long to decide what she wanted to do next. I felt her slide down a little, then arch her back, bringing her wet parts to bear at the base of my cock. Then, she slowly arched her back more, drawing her pussy upwards while making sure the top of her slit was pressed up tight against my aching member.

I swear I could feel her vulva spreading apart as she stroked the length of my shaft with her pussy. It was a wet, silken sponge that washed my cock from base to tip, leaving me so wet I could feel liquid dripping down my balls.

"So... do you remember this then?" she sighed into my ear, nibbling at my earlobe and sliding the tip of her tongue in.

"Uhhh... I don't think..." My thoughts were fluttering like leaves in the wind. This was not the Elly I knew... the girl who didn't quite dress shabbily, but wasn't too much into wanton displays... or behavior. "Elly..?"

She cooed into my ear, dipping her tongue in again. "I... don't... either."

"So... we didn't... right?" I tried to steer the conversation into safer territory. Which wasn't easy to do, considering how her movements were creating a frenzy of sensations in my groin. It felt like I would explode soon, if she didn't stop what she was doing.

She beat me to it. Her only response to my question was to hunker down and bury her head in my chest, before shivering like she was terribly cold. I knew in an instant what had happened, and hugged her tightly while her body trembled uncontrollably. 

"Oooooooooooooooooooohhhh..." she moaned into my chest, and I kind of guessed she would have screamed out loud if Chris wasn't in the next room. She quivered several more times, then went limp. She was still lying on top of me, her chin back at my shoulder, as she tried to catch her breath. I listened to Elly's breaths whooshing past my ear, and waited till she seemed calmer before speaking.

"Umm... Elly?" I whispered in her ear. "Do you feel that..?"

She nodded. What had happened was that as she had collapsed onto me after her little orgasm, my trapped cock had sprung free... and slid up her slippery slit to lodge at the opening to her vagina. I hadn't actually cottoned on to it at first, because I was too focused on holding her while she came, but as her quivering lessened, I realized that the head of my cock was snagged in a very comfortable, and wet, place. It didn't feel like my erection was pressing against the duvet at all... so it must have slid into her. Well, into just the entrance, anyway.

"Does that... feel familiar?" I teased. This was getting out of hand, but it was also getting really hot.

Elly shook her head. It seemed she was still unable to speak. But she was able to move though. Before I knew it, I felt the head of my cock delving deeper into her hot, liquid hole. It felt like I was dipping my prick into a tight, velvet glove. "Hhhhey..." I moaned when I realized what had happened. She had pushed herself down on my cock, pressing it deeper into her vagina.

"Hey... so do you remember this?" she murmured in my ear as she nibbled at the lobe.

"Fuck, no," I groaned softly. "This... I wouldn't forget."

"Me neither." Although I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was smiling.

"That's... you're tight!" I whispered into her ear. "It feels... heavenly inside."

"Really? H... how huhhh... heavenly?" she teased, pressing down even more. 

I felt her flesh part before my cock, her fluids spilling out onto my body as my cock probed ever deeper into her. "Too heavenly," I said, and I wasn't being facetious... she was really tight and slippery in there.

"I'm... sure we didn't... fuck... last night," she groaned as she pressed my cock inwards even more. "I... don't think... I'd not... remember... this fat old thing!"

"Yeah, well," I said, managing to catch my breath. "You weren't on top."

And I quickly turned her over so that she was on her back, all the while keeping my cock ensconced within her. Elly stifled a laugh, then cooed as she realized this position gave me a better angle to drive my cock into her.

"Oooh... fuck! This is... No, I would've... God, that's big..." she moaned as my erection probed further into her depths. "I would've... remembered..."

"No... shit," I said through gritted teeth. "How about this then?"

I quickly reached down and raised her right leg with my left hand, cocking her hips and opening her up even more... so I could drill even deeper.

"Oooooooooo... fuck... oooooooh!" she was surprised but quickly overtaken by the sensations in her groin. Her eyes were wide open, her lips pursed as she reached out and kissed me hard on the lips. Her tongue searched my mouth aggressively and I returned the favor. Her legs spread wide, then clamped themselves around my waist, drawing me as deeply into her as I could go. Elly grunted as my erection hit the end of her vagina.

"I don't... think we... fucked... last night," she panted as I left my cock embedded deep inside her. I could feel her heartbeat through the walls of her vagina, and was savoring the feeling. It was almost as if her vagina was a perfect fit for my cock. "Because... be... I wouldn't... it wouldn't... god, it's so deep..."

"Yeah, I think so too," I whispered in her ear. "You're so tight, I'd remember it."

"Fuck, yeah," she moaned some more. "I'm certain I'd remember your cock inside me. Oh god."

"Well, that settles it then. Nothing happened last night," I said, slowly drawing my cock out from her squelching sheath. I think at that point I was considering just taking it out and doing nothing else. I think it went as far as it did because I'm a guy, and guys generally go with what their cocks tell them... especially when the argument is being made in a very hot, very wet and very tight spot. But as we talked about what didn't happen last night, I felt guilty -- towards Joey as well as Elly -- and thought I ought to withdraw before the situation escalated further.

"What do you think you're doing?" her response was immediate and fierce. Her legs drew me back in again, deep into the enticing heat of her sex.




WTF Happened Last Night?



"I... I thought..." I began, then stopped myself. There was no way I could say anything that didn't sound wrong. Or at least, my brain was working in a hundred different ways and everything sounded wrong. But I was concerned because I didn't want to spoil things between Joey and myself, between Joey and Elly, and between Elly and myself too. And fucking Elly right now seemed to be just the thing to fuck everything up.

"Stop thinking, idiot," she whispered in my ear as her pussy claimed my cock completely once more. "Start doing."

"Elly, are you..?" I began again and she responded by undulating her hips, grinding her pussy up against my groin. Like I'd said, Elly was really very tight around my cock, and in spite of my reservations, I found myself following her rhythm, sliding my erection into and out of her gyrating vagina.

"You really talk too much, you know that?" she said between her low moans. "Fuck. Just fuck me. Idiot." She arched her back so that I could reach her nipples, standing tall and proud on her heaving breasts. My mouth went down and captured one in double quick time.

We all like to believe that human beings are rational, and that's what makes us human... but there will be times when the animal takes over, and all reason flies out the window. Times like this one, when you're fucking someone you're not supposed to be fucking... but you do anyway because... well, because she's fucking you, and it feels like you can't stop yourself.

I couldn't help it. No, actually, I stopped thinking about it... what would happen if Chris woke up, or if Joey found out, or if it became weird between Elly and myself... and I just did it. I began to fuck her faster and faster, retaining only reason enough to wait for her to reach her peak. When I felt her vagina spasm along the length of my cock and clamp down on me hard, making it impossible to move, I knew she had reached her orgasm.

I suppose something inside of me wanted to stop, under some wildly illogical reasoning that if I didn't come, it wouldn't be so bad or wrong... but Elly's orgasm proved to be far too compelling for me to even do that. As her orgasm struck her, she flopped back onto the bed, her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly and pulling me down for a hot, wet, extended war of tongues. Her reaction was so sudden and so intense that it took me by surprise, and I felt the come rush up my cock to spurt into her greedily sucking hole. Elly responded with yet another orgasm, her vaginal muscles milking me hard, almost as if she wanted to pull me completely into her. Each spurt into her brought a similar, if diminishing, response, which in turn, made my balls draw up even more sperm.

By the time we were done, the feeling I had down there was one of absolute emptiness, like I'd been drained of every single sperm that had been waiting in my balls. I was simply exhausted, and fell onto the bed next to Elly, unable to do anything except breathe for the next few minutes.

For her part, Elly seemed to be similarly wasted by the exertions brought about by her orgasms, because she lay very still next to me. I could hear her breathing quite loudly, and I wondered if Chris had somehow been awakened by the sounds of our lovemaking, in spite of our attempts to keep it quiet. The sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, of squelching liquid and of low moans surely would have been heard? Under the duvet, they sounded pretty loud indeed.

But no one came to the door to ask what we were doing. No one moved for the few minutes we took to rest and recover. After a while, Elly raised herself up off the bed, the duvet falling to reveal her breasts and still erect nipples. She was smiling and didn't seem to show the same reservations about showing me her body as she had expressed earlier. 

Then, she leaned forward to whisper in my ear: "Thanks for that. It's been a long while... Actually, I don't think I've ever come like that. Or had my pussy filled so much."

Her hand reached out to caress my cock once more. It responded weakly, twitching only slightly as her fingers ran down the shaft.

"It's cute when it's like that," she continued. "I just want you to know... Joey's my best friend. And nothing's gonna change that. So... we didn't fuck last night. Get it?"

I looked at her and saw that she was serious.

"Just because we did something doesn't mean you own me," she said when I didn't reply. "You don't own me, and you don't owe me. We are still friends, alright?"

I nodded and smiled at her. She gave me a grin, then got up off the bed. She was no longer worried about me seeing her naked anymore, and in fact, took her time to walk to the bathroom. I was pretty sure she wanted to give me a good eyeful of her lovely ass as she bent over to pick up her towel, then sauntered into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

When she came out, the towel covered her body. Her clothes hung from her left arm. "Stinky," she explained as she walked towards the adjoining door between our rooms. Before she disappeared into her room, she stopped, lifted the towel in the back to scratch her buttocks, turned to look at me, and winked. Then I heard her go into the bathroom in her room. Shit. What the fuck happened?

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It was a good thing the hotel had an all day buffet spread, because it was pretty late by the time we got ourselves out of our rooms. Chris didn't seem to have sensed anything going on, even though I was certain I could smell Elly's musk in my room long after she'd left.

The earliest I can say we got to the restaurant for our brunch was probably noon. As it was, the breakfast crowd had cleared, apart from a couple of tables of guests who seemed determined to make the most of the buffet. The girls and I made our way to the table furthest away, mostly because we were still a little hungover and didn't want to have to contend with screaming kids or wildly chattering idiots at the next table.

After we'd each had a few rounds of food from the buffet, Elly excused herself to go to the toilet. Chris leaned over and remarked to me as she walked away: "Did something happen to Elly last night?"

I almost choked on my coffee, but retained enough composure to reply. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Because she's been going to the loo a lot. And she's walking funny. Look."

I did, and saw what Chris meant -- her gait was a little odd. She was walking with her legs slightly apart. And... the shorts she was wearing was much tighter than the ones we usually see her in.

"I don't know about you," Chris continued. "But it looks a little like she got a good fuc..."

"I actually don't remember much about last night," I interrupted her. "Do you?"

"Oh, nothing very exciting happened," Chris said as she chewed on her tuna sandwich. "I remember we were playing all sorts of games at the bar. You lost."

"I did? How? What..?"

"I don't remember the game, but I remember the forfeit. Both you and Elly lost. Don't you remember?"

"Actually, no, I don't. I remember going back to the room..."

"Yeah, and Elly was so wasted she couldn't walk on her own we had to help her. God, for a skinny girl, she's quite heavy."

I laughed. "Well, do you remember what we did when we got back?"

"We dumped her on the bed. Then I had to puke, I think. She wanted to go to the toilet, but I couldn't hold it any longer, so I went first. Say, didn't she go over to your side?"

"Umm. yeah, I think so. I don't remember anything about that, though."

"Really? Elly was banging on the door and telling me to hurry up, I remember. I told her to go over to your side. She said she wanted to shower too, and I told her to not undress in the wrong room. That's what I remember. So what happened?"

"I really don't know. I don't even remember what happened after we got into the rooms."

"Yeah, well, you guys... you were really pickled last night."

"No shit," I said. "I'm still a little pickled today."

"So when are you gonna do your forfeits?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"If my memory serves me correctly, you were supposed to eat shit. And Elly was supposed to lick balls. Or something like that. I think we were trying to remove some of the little balls you get in the necks of those whisky bottles just for that. But I don't think we managed to do it."

My mind flew back to the smell on Elly's hand. And on the tip of my nose. My god, was that what happened last night? Images of Elly smiling lasciviously as she dipped her head down to my erect cock filled my mind. I could even feel her tongue flicking at my ball sac, sliding across them and up, up the shaft until the tip, whereupon my throbbing cockhead was engulfed by a hot, wet mouth.

"Shit, really?" I said, desperately trying to focus on the conversation. Did she..? My cock twitched at the thought of Elly tonguing my balls.

"Yeah man, that was really funny," laughed Chris. "But what was even funnier was that you were looking for shit to eat."

"Damn, was I that smashed?" I was aghast. "So what did I do? Did I pick up dog shit or something like that?"

"Nope. Not at all," Chris was clearly enjoying my discomfort. "I think we decided that kissing or licking someone's ass was sufficient for you."

"Fuck me," I said weakly, my mind suddenly filling with images of my hands slowly parting Elly's delectable buttocks, baring her anus... and myself leaning forward and licking at the little brown ring, which twitched and convulsed with a life of its own. I don't quite remember the taste, but I remember the smell of her ass... it was deep, funky and musky, full of her smell. She was giggling and cooing away, and I could hear her through her sphincter. Damn. It was so vivid, it had to have happened.

I rubbed my nose, and smelt a faint yet familiar funky musk. Double damn. That was how I knew how sexy her ass was, even though I'd only ever seen her in loose-fitting clothes. Until today, that was.

"So when are you gonna do it?" Chris' voice broke through my reverie. "Whose ass are you gonna kiss?"

"My boss, I guess," I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"No fair. We should be around to see it. Otherwise, there's no proof."

"Damn it woman... how much of my dignity do you want to remove before you satisfied?"

Chris laughed even more raucously, making me wince.

"What are you guys talking about?" Elly had come back from the toilet and was carrying another plate full of food. For a skinny girl, she sure could eat a lot. Especially today.

Chris told Elly her version of the events that had transpired the night before. To her credit, Elly did not react when Chris described how she had told her to come over to my room, but the look in her eyes when Chris told of our respective forfeits spoke volumes.

When Chris finally excused herself to go to the buffet tables once more, Elly coolly chewed on her food a few more times, then turned to ask me, in a conversational tone, what I thought of Chris' story.

"Well, I remember helping you to the room. And umm... this morning..."

"I'm not talking about that, silly," she said casually, almost as if we were discussing the weather or shopping. "I'm talking about the forfeits."

"I... am not sure," I said, deciding to be honest with her. "Frankly, I do remember some things."

"Like me licking your balls?" she said, her demeanor not changing. "And sucking on your dick?"

I looked at her. I'd not mentioned my memories of that event to her, so I was a little surprised when she brought it up.

"How about you licking my asshole? Putting your tongue inside and licking my rectum?" Elly's voice was still low and calm. "Do you remember that?"

I started in my seat. Hot damn. So I did do that..!

"Well, I guess you did keep your word," Elly continued, her eyes on her plate as she cut up a piece of meat. "You didn't come in my mouth. You just let loose in my pussy this morning."

My mouth fell open. I didn't know what to say in response. What the fuck really happened, last night?

"You know what? It's still coming out. I thought I'd washed it all out, but every now and then, more of your stuff comes out of me. And I gotta go to the toilet to clean up or it'll stain."

"I... umm..." I stammered. "I don't know..."

Elly suddenly looked up at me. Her face was slightly flushed, but embarrassment didn't appear to be the cause.

"You know what? I concluded that you didn't fuck me in my pussy last night," she said. If anyone had seen us from afar, they would have thought we were discussing our activities for the day. "But that... doesn't mean you weren't inside anywhere else."

"Elly? What do you mean?" I frowned, although I was getting an idea of what she was getting at. And what she intended to do about it. She had the same look I'd seen on her face earlier.

"I mean... you were licking my ass," she said, dropping her voice a notch softer. "I think I remember it was... kinda hot. I'd never had that done to me before, so... I think I was surprised by how good it felt." The flush on her face deepened. And something seemed to be affecting her breathing.

But she wasn't done, yet. Elly looked right into my eyes and said: "Oh, and you know... so much of your stuff came out of me just now, I was just wondering... did you plug me in my backside instead?"

I stared at her. "I... don't think I'd forget..." I began, and she cut me off.

"Well, I guess we have to find out for sure, what the fuck happened last night, right? And the best way to do that is..."

"... to see if either of us remembers the feeling..." I completed her sentence for her. My cock twitched again, more strongly than it had before.

"Right. Tonight, then," she smiled at me and winked. Shit. How was I going to get through the day with this raging erection in my pants?