2 comments/ 89899 views/ 36 favorites My Girlfriend's Girlfriend By: Archer2050 I didn't get home until after 6AM. I'd been working with a buddy of mine all night as a temp at his job at a warehouse to pick up some extra cash, but I'd expected to be home by 2AM at the latest. And I'd started that job after getting off my regular job, meaning I'd been up and working for almost 24 hours straight. I wasn't in the greatest of moods, then, considering that not only had I given up my Friday night for the extra work, but now I was so tired that I'd probably sleep right through most of my Saturday. I entered my apartment quietly. I lived with my girlfriend, Cheryl, and I knew she had gone out drinking with girlfriends the previous night. She didn't drink much except when she was with those friends, so I expected her to be still sleeping it all off. Nights out with her friends usually didn't end until around 4AM, so she probably needed her rest as much as I did. The living room looked as expected. Orderly, but used. A few pillows and a couple blankets were strewn about. Two glasses of clear liquid sat on the coffee table, one empty, the other half full. When I went through the kitchen, various bottles of liquor were still out on the counter. Cheryl didn't leave messes like this before going out, so it looked like the night must have ended here. I was immediately disappointed. I'm a stickler for drunk driving, and if the night had ended here, I doubted whoever Cheryl had been drinking with had been sober by the time they left. I always reminded her that her friends were welcome to stay on the couch if they needed to, but they never took up the offer. And this morning, once again, the couch was empty. They should've known better. They were all my age or near it, mid-twenties, and a few of the friends had had DUIs before. Sara, Cheryl's best friend, had had two. When I walked into the bedroom, I saw that I was wrong in my assumption, but that was the least of what came before my eyes. Sara had been the one helping Cheryl with that booze on the counter, and I knew that because she was still here, on the bed--no, IN the bed. My bed. Laying sound asleep on my side. Sara and I had never really gotten along. We were always nice to each other, but she didn't have much to say to me when Cheryl wasn't around. I thought she was immature for her age because of the excessive drinking, and I'm sure she understood that through the various hints and light jabs I'd given her over the years. Which was probably why she didn't like me. But despite my feelings toward her rowdy personality, I had to admit I loved having her around. I love my girlfriend, and I think she's beautiful and sexy, and in fact, if it came down between her and Sara, Cheryl would be the one to get in the pages of Playboy. But Sara would be the one who always stirred men's imaginations first and most often. Blonde and pretty, she was shorter than Cheryl and almost twice as heavy, but she carried her weight well, especially her breasts, which were just fucking amazing, and I don't think she owned a top that didn't show them off. I'm talking Ds, probably double Ds, and they sat as high and were as pointy as physics allowed. Since I met her, Sara had found her way into many of my fantasies. Cheryl was not the least bit bi, but of course I imagined scenarios where she and Sara had one drink too much, and one thing led to another, and, well, you get the idea. Helping that fantasy was that I knew Sara had kissed girls before when she was really drunk a few times, though it had never gotten farther than that. But as I stepped further into the room, my cock jumped at the realization that that was no longer the case. Though she was laying face down, the blankets only covered half of Sara's back, and it was completely bare. I could see where a bra strap would've been if she'd been wearing one, but now there was only skin. Sara was, if not completely naked, then at least topless in my bed, next to my heavily dozing girlfriend. Cheryl was too bundled under the sheets for me to see if she was also topless, but I could see clothes on the floor on her side of the bed, including a shirt that she often wore on nights out. And the t-shirt she'd worn to bed the night before was still on the dresser where she always left it in the morning after getting up. Could this be real? I looked down at my feet, where the laundry basket sat next to the closet. The clothes on top were not in it, but thrown across it, as if by accident. The jeans were too big for Cheryl's smaller body. As were the pink panties lying across them. Oh God. I wondered if this had been planned. Had it happened before? Did they even know what they'd done? And if not, upon waking to the realization, would they be horrified? But my erection throbbed, and I also wondered what my chances were of jump-starting another session and joining in. As I stood there, staring at Sara's smooth, naked back and the squashed side of one of her huge boobs peeking out beneath her, I tried calculating my chances. Deductive reasoning led me to believe that they hadn't been in total control of their functions. Even if they'd been aware of what they were doing at the time, they wouldn't have just fallen asleep like this for me to discover them. Ultimate male fantasy or not, Cheryl would've felt bad for cheating on me and would've wanted to tell me about it herself. And Sara wasn't close enough to me to let me in on this kind of a secret. So intentional night of lesbian sex or not, there was no way for me to become a part of the morning after. But I wanted that possibility to exist, so I tried to find a way. Cheryl thought I would've been home at 2. They usually didn't get back from the bars until after that. So the whole time her and Sara were here, Cheryl would've expected me to come in at any moment. Unless she was so drunk it never entered her mind. Besides that, I had caught them, whether they wanted it or not. It was their fault for falling asleep together. So even if I didn't wake them up now to see what was going on, I could still catch them off guard and put the ball in their court. I could just go into the bathroom, get in the shower, and the sound would wake them. They'd have time to discuss their situation, as well as how to deal with me. If I was allowed to take that shower, then come out and find them awake but still in bed, then I'd know if they cared that I was aware of all of this, and if I had a shot to join them. And if they were horrified, then it was still the polite thing to do. But I had to add a little fire to the flames. I had to leave an indication that I had been in the bedroom, and that I had probably seen them. This way my expectations would be immediately discussed, and the topic of a threesome would be natural, if at all possible. I decided to leave my clothes by the hamper so they'd be easily seen, but not advertising themselves. When the shower came on in the next room, one or both of them would wake, see my clothes, know I'd seen something and guessed something else, and the "what do we do now" discussion would begin. If Sara wanted to take off, she could, but hopefully, if she knew she'd been caught, she'd stay to deal with it. Somehow. Quietly I undressed, thrilled at what might lie ahead, but also by the fact that I was going to be naked and just inches away from Sara's nude body. I watched her, hoping she'd roll over and give me a glimpse of those fabulous tits. I was so excited that I got dressed out of order, starting with my shirt and pants, but then realizing my shoes were still on, trapping my pants and boxers around my ankles. I bent down to slip them off. There was a rustling that was very faint, but in my ears it was thunderous. And with it was movement in my peripheral vision. I snapped my head up and came face to face with Sara, now sitting up in the bed, wiping heavy sleep from her eyes. The sheets had fallen down to reveal her heavy breasts. I didn't want her to feel caught, but I couldn't look away. They truly were magnificent. A fortune in plastic surgery couldn't duplicate the gorgeous set of huge, natural milky white tits with their big, pink areolas and nipples. Surprising me was that Sara's pretty face, even after hard sleep and an obviously hard night, was as beautiful as ever, even with pillow creases on her cheek. She looked at me without concern, as if she wasn't aware of what she was showing me, or even if she was actually awake. I slowly stood up straight, trying to find words to explain or put her at ease, but before I could say anything, my erection did for me. Sara's neutral gaze suddenly registered shock. She looked from me, to her exposed breasts, and back to my erection before staring down at the sheets and gingerly covering herself. But surprised as she was, she didn't freak out. She looked over her shoulder to the lump under the covers that was my still sleeping girlfriend, then looked back to me with...what was that? A smile! It was the kind of "you got me, oh well" smile I would've expected from her if I'd found out that she, say, drank the last of my favorite vodka. Not that I'd caught her naked in my bed with Cheryl. She was clearly embarrassed, because she wouldn't even look at me, but she seemed to find it more amusing that she'd been caught then scared or angry. This was not the Sara I knew. But I didn't really know her that well. So maybe the Sara I knew wasn't the real one. "Hey," she snickered in a whisper. Again, sounding amused. As if getting caught was a forgone conclusion, so why act surprised? She eyed my erection for a long time, the way a tired person might stare off into space at a blank spot on the wall. Was she thinking of something, or was this just a result of waking up too early? She broke the stare by throwing her arms up, flopping back onto the pillow, and sighing loudly. Laying on her back now, her fingers intertwined behind her head, Sara's tits pointed up at the ceiling. They rolled and jiggled from the motion of her moving, then came to a stop. She stared at the ceiling, looking as relaxed as could be, ignoring me and the fact that she was exposing herself. I decided my best chance was to act just as nonchalant as her. I removed my shoes and the rest of my clothes and dropped them in the hamper. My dick was still hard when I looked back to her. I was glad to find that she'd been watching me. Or at least that particular part of me. "Rough night?" I asked. She smiled, but didn't say anything. She did bring a hand to her breast, though, and toy gently with a hardening nipple. We both watched her do that for a while. I noticed that the harder her nipples became, the more her casual smile faded. When she finally looked back at me, this time at my eyes, her face was serious. This was more of an invitation than I needed at this point. Sara knew I could see her tits, and that I had watched her play with them with my own dick out and raging. She had time to cover them, but didn't. Her look now just said it all, and it was my turn to respond. I stepped toward her. The height of the bed put my dick right in her eye line, and she watched it come closer to her until my bulbous head was just inches away from her face. But she didn't make a move to take it. She just looked at it and kept playing with her nipple. I decided I knew what she was doing, because it was the same thing I was doing. Neither of us wanted to be the one to cross the line. We both loved Cheryl, and even though anything Sara and I did would wake up Cheryl probably in the next few seconds, neither of us knew how she would take it. But my dick was using an awful lot of brain power by now, so I decided she would have to be okay with it. She cheated first, after all. And as far as I knew, she never intended for me to find out. By getting with Sara right next to her, Cheryl would know I thought she'd be okay with it, and I wasn't trying to hurt her. Maybe she'd wake up and tell me I was wrong, but until that happened, I was going to take advantage of this situation. I rubbed my cock head against Sara's lips. She used her tongue to wet her lips and gave my tip a kiss, but otherwise she didn't take the bait. I couldn't understand what she was waiting for, but then she showed me by throwing the covers off the lower half of her body. She was naked beneath, not even sporting pubic hair, and her hand, to my surprise, was at her pussy, teasing her clit. I intended to lick her there, but as I climbed onto the bed between her legs, I couldn't keep my mind off those big breasts of hers. I needed to suck them, and so I did, taking big mouthfuls and flipping my tongue all over them. This brought my dick in line with her pussy, and there was simply no force in the world that could've kept us apart at that point. For my part, it wasn't even conscious. I just pushed in, finding her very wet and warm and tight. And as I tried to suffocate myself in her chest, slobbering all over, I began pumping into that soft, meaty pussy. Sara put her hands on my ass, helping to pull me deeper into her. She also arched her back, pushing her tits against my face. I wrapped my lips around the end of a tit and suckled for all I was worth. Though Sara didn't moan, her deep, rapid, irregular breathing vocalized all the pleasure she was feeling. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Sara had never shown any interest in me. And I knew she wasn't still drunk. Her eyes were very alert, and they watched me the whole time I fucked her and sucked her tits. Her face tried to remain passive, but the pleasure she experienced was obvious, and it wasn't long before she stopped trying to hide it altogether. I was fucking her at a moderate, steady pace when she began moving her legs. I grappled with them for a moment before she found her desired position: her knees up near her chest, her calves bent over my shoulders. Pile-drive position. I began throwing myself into her, and each time I did, her big tits would bounce from the impact. My balls tightened at the sight, and so I fucked her faster, slamming into her cunt and sending those tits flopping. Sara was almost hyperventilating, and then I realized so was I. But we didn't slow down. She humped against me as I fucked her. She grabbed at my ass to keep me going. And her eyes moved back and forth between the sight of her pussy being pounded and my lustful eyes as I watched hers, or her breasts. I thought about how great it would be to cum all over those breasts, and as the image came to mind, I knew I was going to lose it. I grunted a warning. "I'm gonna cum. I wanna cum on your tits." But Sara grabbed my ass hard and begged through clenched teeth as I continued to rock her. "No. Cum in me. Cum in me." I couldn't believe it. Cheryl had never let me cum inside her without a condom. But more surprising that that was how personal it was. Sara actually wanted my cum inside her. To me, it seemed such a boyfriend or husband thing to do. It made feel closer to her, and it also speeded up my orgasm. I thrashed as I fucked her, pumping my sperm deep into her body. I grunted and growled. The cum kept shooting as though it'd never stop. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt, not just cumming in her without a condom, but cumming in my girlfriend's girlfriend. Sara's pussy sucked me and I was so overcome with passion that my next move wasn't even planned. I kissed her, hard and long and deep. And she kissed back. She tasted like Cheryl's pussy, but that only added fuel to my fire. We mauled each other's lips, our tongues wrestling. Sara began jerking and shivering under me, and her hard but short little moans told me she was climaxing, too. She orgasmed on my cock even as I continued to fill her, and rather than scream she moaned into and assaulted my mouth. I continued fucking her like that, with her bent in half, us joined at the hips and the lips, until my dick could take no more and slid out of her limply. We were sheathed in sweat and still fighting for breath when we finally stopped kissing. I got off of her, allowing her to unfold herself. My body was still shuddering from the pleasure of it all, and my heart was electrified by my new feelings. This had been more than just sex, and I admit, my desires for Sara were no longer purely carnal. Complicating the matter was that we both knew, without looking, that Cheryl was still passed out beside us. When this had started, we hadn't intended on going on without her. She should have woken up, and then either scolded us or joined us. For my part, I'd planned on making sure she woke up. Either way, we wouldn't have had a secret. But Cheryl was still asleep, lightly snoring with her eyes closed. She didn't know. And now we had to make a very hard decision. We had to decide whether or not to tell her. Sara and I both came to this realization at the same time. We saw it in each other's eyes. And then we saw the answer. We jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, closing the door behind us. We were kissing again with as much passion as we had during our mutual orgasm before we even reached the couch. My Girlfriend's Girlfriend It was late in the afternoon when the phone rang and my girlfriend Julia went to answer it. After talking for a few minutes, she put the phone down. "It's Susie," she said. "She wants to come over." "You told her it was okay I hope," I replied. "Yeah. I knew you wouldn't mind." "No, not at all." Susie was a beautiful brunette and a long time friend of Julia's. They'd been friends since high school and we had enjoyed many nights out together with her and her then boyfriend Mark who she had broken up with a few months ago. "She's feeling really down," Julia told me. "She can't seem to get a date." "I find that hard to believe," I said. Susie was one of the hottest women, besides my Julia, on the planet, or so I thought. She also had one of the hottest asses I had ever seen and her tits weren't big but were real nice to look at. She often dressed without a bra and you could see her nipples pressed up against the fabric of the t-shirt or silk blouse she was wearing. "What's the problem?" I asked. "I mean, c'mon, she's a real hottie." "Calm down," Julia said smiling. "You know what I mean." "I don't know. Anyway, I thought if we invited her over maybe we could cheer her up a little. Maybe relax in the hot tub, have a few drinks." The thought of getting in the hot tub with these two got my blood running. I started having fantasies of a three-way orgy but put it out of my mind. If nothing else, at least I would get a chance to see her friend naked. That in itself was a treat. "When's she coming over?" I asked. "She'll be here around dinner time. I asked her to eat supper with us. Then we can see what happens." There was a mischievous look in Julia's eyes that got me wondering. What did she have in mind? I guess I would find out later that night. Julia was dressed up in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders and her plump breasts and firm nipples showed through her t-shirt since she wasn't wearing a bra. I imagined she probably wasn't wearing panties either since she often walked around the house naked or practically naked all the time. She had a real nice camel toe pussy, which she kept shaved. My girl had a gorgeous ass herself and the cut-off Levis shorts she was wearing just barely covered her. She had them pulled down low on her waist and her t-shirt was a midriff, which came down just below her tits. "Wow!" I said. "You're looking sexy tonight." "Nice of you to notice," she said. I was wearing some bush shorts and a tank top, Julia told Susie to dress casual and so I did the same. The doorbell rang around 5:30 and Julia opened the door to let Susie in. She was dressed in a pair of hip hugger jeans and a button down cotton blouse that was unbuttoned just low enough to be dangerous. I could tell she was bra-less and wondered if she was panty-less as well. "Well c'mon in!" Julia said. "Don't you look nice?" "Thanks so much for having me over," Susie said. "No problem," Julia replied. "It's nice to have company. After dinner, we all sat down in the living room to enjoy some rich red wine that Julia had picked up earlier in the week. Julia sat next to Susie on the couch while I sat across from them in an easy chair. We talked about work and movies for a while and then the topic turned to Susie's love life. "I just can't believe you aren't dating anyone right now," Julia remarked. "Oh, it's not that I can't, it's just that I haven't met anyone that really turns me on that much." "That's too bad," Julia said. "I wish I was as lucky to have someone like Justin here," Susie said, looking at me. "Yeah, I'm pretty lucky, I have to admit," was Julia's answer. "He's got a nice big cock too," she said with a smile. "Yeah, I know," said Susie. "So you've told me." "Wanna see it?" joked Julia? "You can't be serious!" Susie gasped. "C'mon, I don't mind," said Julia. "We were going to see if you wanted to join us in the hot tub later anyway." "Wow! That does sound nice. I think I'll take you up on that." Julia jumped up and pulled off her top and pulled down her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties after all. Susie took off her top to and I got to see her hot little titties. Then she took off her jeans. She had on a pair of white, silk panties that she pulled down exposing her beautiful, shaved snatch that had just enough of a camel toe to make a guy get an erection which I did have by the time I had gotten my shorts and tank top off. "Wow! You weren't joking," said Susie, looking at my hard dick, which I didn't even try to hide. "It is big!" "You can touch it if you want to," said Julia. "You don't mind?" "No, not at all I'm sure Justin doesn't mind either, do you Justin?" "If it's okay with you dear, it's okay with me," was my response. "Susie walked over to me and started fondling my balls. Then she moved her hand up to start feeling my very hard, nine inch cock which got harder when she started caressing it and sliding her hand up and down over it. "Ooh! It is nice," Susie said. "I wonder what if feels like?" "Incredible. I can tell you from personal experience," said Julia. "You can find out for yourself if you want, I mean, I know it's been awhile for you. Maybe a good fucking is all you need." "Are you sure?" Susie asked. "Hey, you're my friend and what are friends for if not for sharing?" said Julia. "Let's head towards the bedroom." "What about the hot tub?" Susie asked. "We can do that after," Julia told her. So we headed for the bedroom. Julia led Susie by the hand, me following. My erection bobbed as I walked behind these two hot assed women walking in front of me holding hands. "Before we get started, you need to do something for me," said Julia. "What's that?" Susie asked. "I need a kiss." "Sure, I can do that." With that, Julia pulled Susie towards her, they wrapped their arms around each other and started to make out, right in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes. They had their mouths open and were tongue kissing for about a minute or so and then they stopped and pecked each other on the lips. "Thanks," said Susie. "I needed that." "Justin," said Julia. "You want some of this?" she said indicating Susie. I didn't need any further prompting. I walked forward and pulled Susie towards me. Her body was pressed up to mine and my very hard pecker and balls were pressed against her shaved vulva. I slid my hand down to her ass as we kissed. Her firm ass felt good in my hand. She opened her mouth and gave me everything she had while Julia stood there and watched. After awhile, Julia came up and joined us and the three of us stood there taking turns kissing each other while our hands explored each other's bodies. I can't tell you how intense the feeling is to have two women kissing you and feeling your cock at the same time or how wonderful it is to be able to feel two incredible asses at the same time while these two women made out with each other. After awhile Julia pushed me to the bed and sat me down. "He's all yours," she said to Susie. Susie kissed me on the mouth and then started kissing my neck and chest, slowly working her way down to my stomach. She moved my hard pecker out of the way while she kissed my stomach, then down to my pubic area. She pushed my legs apart and moved my balls so that she could kiss next to them before licking them and sucking them, all the while with her hand holding my cock. After that she moved her lips up and kissed and licked my dick all over. Kissing the shaft. Kissing the head and even sticking her tongue down inside the hole at the top of my cock before plunging it into her mouth. She sucked on the head at first before sliding the entire nine inches down inside her mouth. I couldn't believe it. She had my entire cock in her mouth and held it there for a while, while resting her hands on my balls. I looked down and watched her and marveled that she could get the entire thing in her mouth. She slowly raised her head to the tip and then slowly slid her mouth down again. She did this several times, slowly raising her head and slowly lowering it while her tongue touched the area just under the head, licking that area to give me a tremendous rush. She started fondling my balls more and speeding up her head thrusts as the intensity grew. I looked next to me to see Julia sitting there on the bed with her legs spread and masturbating while watching her friend give me head. She turned to me and kissed me and then went back to masturbating. I could tell she was enjoying this and was surprised to see how turned on she could get, watching me with another woman and not getting jealous. Finally I could take no more. I felt the pressure building till I exploded in Susie's mouth. She kept her mouth on me and I could see her throat move as she swallowed my cum down. "Wow!" was all I could say. "You enjoy that honey?" Julia asked. "Immensely," I replied. "Good, now it's my turn," she said and grabbed Susie up and laid her down on the bed. She lay on top of Susie kissing her and sucking her tits while Susie ran her hands over Julia's ass. I laid next to them watching as they worked each other over. Julia slid down Susie's body till she got to her vulva, which she kissed over and over again while I kissed Susie and sucked on her tits. "Goddamn this feels good!" Susie said with passion. "I'm loving this. This is fantastic." Julia moved her head between Susie's legs and started licking. I have to admit that I had never seen my woman licking another woman's pussy before and I really enjoyed watching. She seemed to know what she was doing. Susie's legs were parted as far as they could go. Julia had her hand on Susie's left thigh and was holding it up so that she could get better access to Susie's gorgeous cunt. By the way Susie was moaning and sighing I could tell that Julia was hitting all the right places. Susie had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying every minute of the experience. "Don't stop! Don't stop sucking my tits!" she exclaimed. I sucked her tits, kissed her mouth and kissed her stomach as Julia worked on her pussy. Soon I could tell that Susie was reaching a climax. Her body tensed and she started moaning as she arched her back and let out a gasp and flooded Julia's mouth with her orgasm. "God! That was unbelievable. Thank-you!" she said and leaned forward to kiss Julia on the mouth before turning to kiss me. "That was the best damned sex I've ever had." "Well, we're not done yet," said Julia. "I haven't cum yet." "Just give me a minute to catch my breath," said Susie. "Oh that's okay," Julia replied. "You can just watch for awhile. With that, Julia and I started making out while Susie watched. "Let's do a 69," said Julia and with that, she laid me down on the bed and sat backwards on my face before leaning forward to put my new erection in her mouth. Susie watched as we performed oral sex on each other in front of her. It lasted for a good while with Julia pumping her mouth up and down on my cock while I stuck my tongue inside her pussy and licked her clit. We were both moaning with pleasure when Julia stopped and said. "I wanna get fucked now. Let's do it this way," she said, positioning herself on her knees in front of me with her back to me. "This way Susie can get a better view." She grabbed my dick and put it inside of her. Susie had a perfect view of my cock inside of Julia's pussy. I was in deep, all the way to the balls. Julia held me there for a while, turning back to give me a long, deep kiss while I squeezed her tits and played with her nipples. When she stopped, I could see that Susie was on her knees in front of us, sucking Julia's tits. She stopped for a minute and started making out with Julia and feeling her tits while the two of us started fucking. We moved slowly at first with Susie alternating between making out with Julia and then me while Julia occasionally turned to kiss me and let Susie suck her tits. Soon Susie was next to the two of us. I was grabbing her ass and kissing her while Julia moved her pussy up and down on my cock. We fucked quite awhile in that position before Julia moved forward, put her hands on the bed and let me fuck her from behind. This is when things got really intense. We were fucking pretty hard while Susie continued to make out with me, her hand on my ass, pushing me deeper into Julia's cunt. She started whispering in my ear as well. "You like that pussy? That pussy feel good?" and "I love to watch you two fucking. You gonna fuck me like that later." I turned to kiss her. "Yeah baby. I will." I said. Finally I could see that Julia was on the brink of an orgasm so I let go and came inside her as she let go herself with a tremendous moan and let her orgasm overtake her. "Wow! You two were really goin' at it," Susie said. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance," Julia replied. "I think it's time to relax in the hot tub. Why don't we go out there and have another glass of wine?" We all headed into the hot tub. The water felt relaxing. I sat in between two of the most beautiful women I knew. Our legs were entwined and both Julia and Susie rested their heads on my shoulders. "That was some of the best fucking I've ever experienced my dear," Julia said, stopping to kiss me on the lips. "You two looked really good together," said Susie. Julia leaned forward across my chest and tongue kissed Susie, resting one hand behind her head and the other on my thigh. After awhile, Susie started to get out of the tub. "I guess I'd better get going," she said. "Oh no you don't," Julia retorted. "You're spending the night. We're not even close to finished with you yet." And with that, we all got up and headed back to the bedroom after toweling off. "I haven't watched Justin fuck you yet and that's something I'm really looking forward to," said Julia. "In fact, one of my fantasies has been to watch him fuck another woman while she ate my pussy. Do you think you can handle that?" "I can sure give it a try," Susie replied. With that, Susie and Julia sat down on the bed and started making out again. After awhile, Julia laid Susie out on the bed and positioned herself with her ass on Susie's face so that they were in a 69 position. I watched as they went at it. They clearly seemed to be enjoying themselves judging by the sounds coming out of them. They were going at for a good little while when Julia raised her head up and beckoned me to come forward. She pulled me to her and kissed me while fondling my already hardened pecker. "You want some of that pussy?" she asked. I nodded. "Tell me. Tell me you want to fuck that hot little cunt." "Yeah baby. I want to fuck that hot little cunt." "That's a good boy," she said and with that, she grabbed my cock and placed it inside of Susie's pussy. I could hear Susie let out a moan as I slid all nine inches inside of her. Julia was watching me and moaning herself. "We're going to have one big fucking orgasm together," she said. "Now, fuck that little pussy!" I started moving inside of Susie's cunt while Julia held onto my shoulders for support. She had her eyes closed and was definitely enjoying herself. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I've always wanted to watch you fuck another women," she told me and then we had one of the most passionate kisses I've ever experienced. She leaned back and watched me thrust my cock inside of Susie's hot little cunt. Susie had her legs wrapped around my waist and was pulling me inside of her harder and harder with her legs. We fucked as hard as we could while Julia watched, occasionally leaning forward to kiss me. When I couldn't hold it anymore I let go with an awesome orgasm, shooting my jism inside of Susie's pussy. I could tell by the way she reacted that that was all she needed to let go herself and cum. By the look on Julia's face I could tell that she had come too. I pulled away from Susie and pulled my cock out of her as Julia got off her face. We both lay next to Susie and took turns kissing her and each other. "Did you cum?" Susie asked Julia. "I sure as fuck did," said Julia. "Did you?" "I came several times," said Susie. "And I could tell by the way that Justin came inside me that he did too." We all lay down on the bed and Julia threw a comforter over us. I lay down on the bed with Susie on one side of me and Julia on the other, both of them resting their heads on my shoulders with their legs lying on top of mine. I couldn't believe how good I felt. "By the way," said Julia. "We're doing this again in the morning." And with that, we all fell asleep. My Girlfriend's Girlfriend Ch. 02 I had come home after working all night to find my girlfriend, Cheryl, passed out in our bed after a hard night of drinking. In bed with her, naked, was her best friend, Sara. It was quite a surprise, as neither was bi. As I fantasized about what might have been and what might be yet to come, Sara awoke. Rather than being embarrassed by being caught, she invited me into the bed and between her thighs. It was a threesome in the making. But Sara and I got carried away in our fucking. I came inside of her, and we kissed like lovers. Meanwhile, Cheryl was still asleep, lightly snoring with her eyes closed. She didn't know. We'd expected her to wake and either join us or scold us. But now we had to make a very hard decision. The deed was done, and we had to choose whether or not to tell her about it. Sara and I both came to this realization at the same time. We saw it in each other's eyes. And then we saw the answer. We jumped off the bed and ran out of the room, closing the door behind us. We were kissing again with as much passion as we had during our recent mutual orgasm before we even reached the couch... Sara dropped to her knees. "God, I need that cock," she growled as she stuffed it into her mouth. I had cum just two or three minutes ago, so I wasn't hard. In fact, I was still softening down from my original erection. But Sara didn't care. When I didn't grow again right away, she ducked under to my testicles, opening wide and taking them in a deep mouthful, then sucking. Sucking so hard she was almost swallowing them down. Below, she was fingering herself, and I saw her bring the fingers that had just been inside her up to her lips. The fingers glistened from a coating of something thick--the cum I'd shot inside her--and she stopping sucking my balls so she could lick it off. She looked up and saw me watching her. Briefly, we waited for the other to do something. Then we both moved to the couch, me on my back and Sara falling on top of me. We were kissing again. It was thrilling, but strange. The cheating factor, the excitement and wrongness of it all was apparent through our fucking, but even when Sara had her face buried between my legs, it still didn't feel like we were really breaking any rules unless we were kissing. It was as though a purely physical relationship could be forgiven, but kissing was more personal, and therefore inexcusable. But we had already crossed the line, so being bad only made it all feel better. We made out with animalistic intensity. Our tongues begged for more. I couldn't get enough of her. We kissed long and hard, enough to give my cock time to grow again. And as soon as it did we were off and fucking. Sara slipped under me and we did it missionary like that for a while, but then Sara sat up on me, riding me, and I watched her enormous tits bounce as she thrust herself against me. They were so beautiful that I let go of her hips and held her breasts as I fucked her, squeezing them and pushing them together, rubbing my thumbs over the big, hard nipples. She responded by pushing against my hands. I had lusted for but never touched breasts this size before. I was in Heaven. The fucking was amazing, but we both wanted so much more. Sara climbed off of me and moved down. She grabbed my dick, lowered her mouth-- A cough, from the bedroom. We both froze. Cheryl was awake. And she'd be alarmed. If she remembered what had happened between her and Sara last night, she'd be panicked. Sara's absence from the bed didn't mean much--only that Sara had woken first and maybe went home. But the morning light meant that I was home, and Cheryl would worry about what I had already seen or figured out from the clues left from last night. She would be up and out of the bedroom in no time to see if either I, or Sara, or both of us, were here. And there was one big problem with that: all of our clothes were in the hamper next to the bed. There was literally nowhere to hide, and yet there was one place we could go to at least buy ourselves some time. Our minds working as one, Sara and I dashed to the bathroom, passing right by the closed door to the bedroom where Cheryl was stirring. I shut the bathroom door and locked it. We hadn't gone in there to make love, but as soon as I turned to face Sara and out eyes met, all we could think was to be together again. We embraced, kissed, and she lifted herself, trying to slide me back inside of her. As soon as I was in her, I let out a hard gasp. This was too hot, and I needed her too much. There was no way we could do this and not be loud about it. I didn't dare start fucking her, because if I moved, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, I gritted my teeth and fought my urges with every trace of willpower I had. I pushed her gently away, went to the shower, and turned it on. It would buy us some time if Cheryl thought someone was showering in here, and she'd probably assume it was me. I thought about Sara's clothes in the hamper. I had put my clothes on top of hers. If Cheryl saw the hamper, unless she looked real closely, she wouldn't see Sara's stuff. She would think Sara had left. Getting away with this seemed like a lost cause, and besides, I wasn't convinced I wanted to keep it a secret. I loved Cheryl too much, and I knew I'd confess eventually. Better sooner than later. Though thinking it was easier than doing it. By turning on the shower, I had intended to buy time for Sara and me to plot our next move, like how we might reveal what happened as gently as possible. But when I turned to her and saw her standing there, naked, hot and bothered by the door, her hip thrust to the side as she leaned against the sink, her long blonde hair a frenzied mess, her big, full breasts sitting high and heaving with each breath, there was nothing I wanted more than to experience more of her. What the hell, I thought. I'm going to get in trouble anyway. Might as well enjoy it first. I lunged at her, pushing my face between her great tits, kissing and sucking them, squeezing them together against my tongue. I dropped to my knees and she put her hands on the back of my head, knowing what I wanted and knowing she wanted it even more. I put my mouth around her pussy and thrust my tongue inside. My top lip quivered against her hard clitoris as I tongue-fucked and sucked her. Having already shot a huge load into the very spot just minutes ago, I initially tasted more of myself than of Sara. But she knew I'd cum there, too, and I guess the thrill of knowing I was essentially eating myself right out of her drove her crazy, because she was shaking on her feet and losing balance so badly that she had to grip the sink with one hand to keep herself up. Her breathing came in deep, ragged gasps. I considered myself a good pussy-eater, but I'd never made a girl this crazy this quickly just by going down on her before. It wasn't long when Sara's flavor took over my own, and hers was a treat that made sucking down my cum more than worth it. I squeezed her soft, plump ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her to me as I gobbled her. Sara responded by pushing me even harder against her pussy, moving my head to guide me. "Oh God...Oh God, yes," she gasped, desperate. I couldn't have stopped licking her if I'd been pulled away by a tow truck. Between her insistence and my own, Sara's pussy was mine, and I couldn't get enough. For a while, either could Sara, but soon her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her hands were getting restless. She would grab my head, then my shoulders. She even guided my hand so my fingers were buried in her ass crack; kept directing me until I touched her anus, never going in, but teasing the possibility with a fingertip. I was sucking her clit and massaging her anus when she finally burst into orgasm. She lost power in both legs and had to grab the sink with both hands to give herself a controlled drop to the floor. I kept my face and hands right where she wanted them, following the whole way and even inserting my finger in her smoking hot ass up to the second knuckle. Sara gasped and cried out, somehow being quiet about it, but reacting as if she might pass out at any second. As her body shook, tightened, went limp, and then shook again, I was kind of surprised that she did remain conscious. She was still shuddering when I finally moved off her. I sat back, as we were both now on the floor, and watched her ease down from her climax. I hadn't noticed until now how hot the room was. The shower was spraying steaming hot water, and with the door closed the heat had nowhere to go. A cloud of steam filled the upper half of the room, and Sara and I were becoming wetter by the second from the stifling humidity. Her hair was already a damp mess, clinging to her face and shoulders, and the rest of her body glistened like a jewel. She'd never looked more appealing, and that was really saying something. But it also said something about me when, instead of going after her again, I took advantage of a rare moment of clear-headedness and stood up. I reached for the door handle, but looked down to Sara before doing anything else. Her head was right at the bottom of the door. For me to get out, she had to move. She was still panting when she looked back at me. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm going to see Cheryl. We have to tell her." I admit I was still thinking "threesome". But even if Cheryl wasn't into the idea, she would have to know why I thought it would have been a possibility. The way I'd found her this morning. The way Sara was so willing. How mad could she really be, especially if I was going to come clean when I could just as easily have kept fucking her best friend in our bathroom? But when Sara heard my intentions, she sat up quickly, further blocking the door. "No," she said. Looking scared before letting her eyes settle on my still hard dick. "I'm not finished with you yet." She grabbed my cock and stroked it until she was up on her knees before me. I might have fought her off, but she was so quick and her soft little hand felt so, so good. Her mouth felt infinitely better. She sucked just my tip, swirling her tongue every-which way, driving me crazy. I kept my hand on the door handle, gripping it so tight I might very well have ripped it right off. I loved the way Cheryl sucked me, but when it came to cock sucking, Sara was a God dammed artist. Her tongue could do things that I never believed a tongue capable, licking and curling around me. Stroking me, just with that tongue. And she didn't use her hands the whole time, instead keeping them on my ass, holding onto my cheeks. And still she didn't suck anything more than just the tip of my head. She was all about teasing and licking, or sucking me from the side. Since she wasn't using her hands to hold me steady, my dick flopped around from her movements, but she kept control with her lips and mouth, and I melted. "Sara...Please..." I said, part of me still wanting to go tell Cheryl before we went any further. It was a small part, though, and it didn't come off that way. Sara replied by finally taking me fully in her mouth. Her tongue was still forever moving, doing all the right things, and her lips were so soft as she bobbed up and down me. She was so wet that saliva was literally running out the corners of her mouth. Standing there, my whole body tense, I just let her do with me what she wanted. Sweat was now dripping from my every pore as the room around me grew hotter and cloudier. But I could still see Sara below me, her hair now soaked and dripping, as she took my cock deep in her mouth...and then her throat. I grabbed her head, curling my fingers into her mess of tangled, wet, blonde hair, and helped her along. Fucking her against me. Fucking her face. My hips thrust slowly with me, loving the intense pleasure but needing more, and needing it now. I wanted to talk to Cheryl as soon as possible, yet I also wanted this to last. Cheryl won, but only because Sara was so unbelievingly good that I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed the hand towel from by the sink, wiped the beads of sweat from Sara's forehead, then really started fucking her mouth. "Oh fuck!" I grunted. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I tried to pull out, but Sara didn't release me. I wondered if perhaps she hadn't heard me because of the shower spray, but the cum was already shooting through me, setting fire to my nerves and muscles. I couldn't form words to warn her again. I pulled from her harder, and my dick almost passed her lips. "No!" she mouthed around my cock, before sinking me back inside. I couldn't believe it. Cheryl never let me cum in her mouth. I was so used to pulling out I hadn't considered doing otherwise. Knowing what I was about to do made my balls throb, and the cum seemed to run faster and in a load twice as big as it felt before. I pumped into her mouth, holding her head and feeling my cock tease her throat when the first blast of cum shot into her, right past her tonsils. But Sara didn't cough or even hold the sperm in her mouth to spit out later. She swallowed, making the "Mmmm" sound between swallows as I fucked her mouth. I must have pumped just as much jizz down her throat as I had into her pussy earlier, which was quite a feat considering how recent that first orgasm had been. Sara kept swallowing even after I had given her my last drop, apparently enjoying whatever still remained in her mouth. She kept pumping her face on me, too, which was great for little bit, but then I became ultra-sensitive, and it was just too much. I gently led her head away, my legs barely able to keep me up, my body shivering at her every touch. She licked my balls, but even that was too much for me to handle. I sunk to the floor, intending to just sit, but I couldn't help but lay down, fighting to catch my breath and waiting for the whirlwind of ecstasy to pass me by. Sara sat between my legs, watching me, still panting herself. Still dripping wet and looking hot. Huge, sweaty breasts heaving. Nipples still proudly erect. By now I knew we were really pushing it, and as much as I wanted to tend to Sara again in all capacities--and take a long fucking time doing it--I knew we had to do something very important. We had to address the Cheryl problem. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Sara and Eric, check out 'My Girlfriend's Girlfriend'. My Girlfriend's Girlfriend Ch. 03 I had come home one morning after a late shift to find my straight girlfriend, Cheryl, naked in bed with her straight best friend, Sara. I entertained the possibility of a threesome, but before I could make the first move, Sara woke up and offered to take me on herself. We expected Cheryl to wake as we fucked beside her, but she was passed out from the previous night's drinking. After I'd finished inside Sara, we decided not to let Cheryl know just yet after all, and we continued our affair in the living room, then the bathroom, where Sara became the first woman to accept a load of my sperm down her throat. We'd gone in the bathroom to hide, because we knew Cheryl was waking in the next room and we needed to buy ourselves time. We turned on the shower to mask our voices, but that only steamed things up, which is how Sara ended up sucking down my cum. I still intended to tell Cheryl what happened, but needed to work with Sara to come up with how. Now that we were finished--or at least at a stopping point --I was ready to confess all. The fact that Cheryl had cheated on me with Sara first led me to believe my chances of being forgiven were possible, if not good, and if I was lucky, maybe a threesome was still in the realm of possibility. As much as I wanted to tend to Sara again in all capacities--and take a long fucking time doing it--I knew we had to do something very important. We had to address the Cheryl problem... Laying on the floor of the bathroom, my dick still hard but deflating, Sara still watching me, I spoke over the sound of the still-running shower. "What are we going to do?" Everything became awkward then, because reality was starting to really sink in. I recalled the fact that Sara had never shown interest in me before, sexual or otherwise, and I wondered what had turned her so quickly and so much that she would risk hurting her best friend over me. And since I didn't know her motivations, I couldn't trust her. I'd never felt like we were enemies before, but there had never been a question of where Sara's loyalties laid. Now that I'd shown my cards, was she going to blame me? And if so, who would Cheryl believe? And would it really matter? Despite these questions and hundreds more just like it, I didn't want Sara any less than when I'd been sucking her pussy minutes earlier. But I did need to know if she felt the same way. While the line had already been crossed, that didn't mean we had to stay on this side of it. My feelings for Sara were mostly merely physical, after all, but I loved Cheryl both physically and mentally. I'd never thought Sara had feelings for me in either category, but now it seemed she had some in at least one. With time running out, I decided the best way to figure this all out was the direct approach, but without being nasty about it. "I didn't think you thought of me like this." "I didn't," Sara said, suddenly looking very uncomfortable as if just realizing the ramifications if she was caught. "I mean, I don't." She looked scared now, and folded her arms across her wet breasts. Her plump orbs looked even bigger as they squeezed out below and over her arms. I wasn't insulted, but I couldn't say I was entirely unhurt, either. "Then what are we doing?" She shook her head. Not in the mood to talk. Or too confused to do so. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking. And then, as she burst into tears, keeping her sobs as quiet as possible, she told me. "I'm so sorry." "About what?" A few more tears and a reddening face. "I wasn't the only one she was with last night." I tried to imagine which other of her girlfriends Cheryl might have slept with, but then the sadness and regret in Sara's voice hit me. The second friend hadn't been a girl. "A...guy?" Sara nodded, tears dripping from her face along with the sweat brought on by the still steamy shower. I was crushed, but I knew it was important that I didn't overreact. What had I already done with Sara? And what did I still want to do? Accident or not, I wasn't exactly a saint. "She didn't know any better," Sara said. "I barely remember it myself. We were so drunk. I was so stupid. I...convinced her." As she spilled the truth, Sara couldn't stop crying. She'd never shown me even a hint of this soft side before. Knowing her party-hard, boy-crazy ways, I knew this guy had to be her fault. I imagined she had met a guy at one of the bars, had him drive them here to drop off Cheryl. But Sara had a way of talking big and not backing it up. Maybe she had teased this guy with a threesome, and then wanted him so bad that she did back it up. Convinced Cheryl, who couldn't hold her liquor nearly as well, to join in. In fact, it would have been easy for Sara to be drunk enough to make the mistake of going too far, but sober enough to execute the plan, and for Cheryl to be so drunk off the same number of drinks that she wouldn't have been herself at all. And sure enough, the story Sara told me followed those lines almost perfectly. She had picked the guy up, but he was more interested in Cheryl. Sara wanted him so bad, though, that she convinced Cheryl into doing a threesome. Cheryl, by that time, was so far gone she couldn't even walk, and Sara and the guy were too drunk to drive. But they drove anyway, just four blocks to the closest place--me and Cheryl's apartment. Once in bed, the guy concentrated all his efforts on Cheryl, and Cheryl let him. All Sara got to do was sit by and watch, occasionally pleasuring the others; briefly sucking and kissing the guy, eating Cheryl out in a first real attempt at bisexuality. Otherwise she was more audience than participant as the guy fucked Cheryl for what Sara said "seemed like hours". He came inside Cheryl while pounding her doggie style. Oh, but that was his second orgasm. Cheryl had swallowed the first load... "Bullshit," I said, believing the horror until that last line. Cheryl never swallowed me. Even when she was drunk. The only part of her I'd ever cum on was her hand, and even that she hadn't liked. Sara didn't give in, though. "It's not. I'm sorry, but it's not." "That still doesn't explain why you fucked me." Sara shook her head. "No, you fucked me. I let you. Because I was sorry. I thought...I thought you knew." Now I shook my head. "You thought I knew you had a threesome, and that my response was to undress next to you without saying a word?" "I thought maybe you didn't care...as long as you got your turn." I tried not to admit to myself that there was possibly some truth to that. "Sara...why would you think I knew you and Cheryl had a threesome with some stranger from the bar?" "Because I heard him leave like 5 seconds before you came home! You mean you didn't see him leave the apartment?" And then I realized I did. I didn't see a guy actually leave through our door, but I saw someone unfamiliar leaving from the direction of my place just as I was getting there. I didn't think anything of it, because there were lots of doors he could have come from. The reality was starting to hit me. Sara could've been telling the truth. Or at least partly. I still couldn't believe Cheryl would've been as wild and uninhibited as Sara claimed. And I doubted Sara had only a small part in the threesome. But Cheryl could have been taken advantage of. Sara was a bit of a fiend, especially while drunk. She could've felt fine about it until it was too late...like now. "I wanted to give you what he got from Cheryl. Because I was so sorry." "A pity fuck?" I snapped. "A pity blowjob? Or do you just beg all the men in your life to cum down your throat? Fucking slut." I regretted saying it, all of it, even as the words left my mouth, but I didn't try to take it back. Sure, I'd been a willing partner, but seducing me had been a stupid move on her part. She hadn't made anything easier, only infinitely more difficult. Sara was really sobbing now. She'd been doing it before I'd said those awful things to her, but it was still hard to believe she cared about my feelings that much. She'd never shown any concern for me before. However, this was a pretty big deal. But I had more important things to think about than Sara. The Cheryl-being-taken-advantage-of theory was enough to get me so worried that just outright confessing seemed like the only logical next step. I grabbed Sara by the shoulders and was pulling her away from the door so I could go out and talk to Cheryl when a loud noise startled me. It was the front door slamming shut. I tried to figure out who could be here, because I hadn't heard Cheryl open the bedroom door, which was just inches away. "Sara?" It was Cheryl's voice, coming from the bedroom. So who was coming in through the door? "No. It's me." A guy's voice. Sara's shocked expression told me all I needed to know as to the identity. A surge of anger pushed through me, and I held the door handle tightly. But I didn't move. I needed to be rational about this. I'd just cheated, too. Going crazy wasn't going to help anybody. And from what I knew, Cheryl had been dead drunk when she cheated. My worst fear at that moment was that Cheryl would hear this stranger's voice and become terrified that someone was breaking in. But I didn't know how to handle it, whatever happened. And so I stayed there, frozen, thinking. "Sara?" Cheryl again. This time louder, right next to the bedroom door. With the shower running, Cheryl had to know Sara was in the bathroom. Sara understood this before I did. She got up and jumped into the spray of the shower. "Just give me a second," she called back, her red, worried eyes on me. Now I was really thinking. Because Cheryl hadn't acted as I'd expected. The male voice, obviously not mine, hadn't seemed to faze her. Unless, somehow, she hadn't heard it. I heard the bedroom door open. "Hey, there you are," Cheryl said. Sounding tired, but almost cheerful. Then the guy's voice. "I walked to the bar and picked up my car. But I was hoping I didn't have to go home yet." "Oh, ok." My heart stopped. I pushed my ear against the door. Even with the shower running behind me, if a pin would've dropped, I would've heard it. But what I heard was light, gentle moaning. No fucking way. Cheryl was the most honest woman I'd ever met. If someone had held a gun to her head and forced her to cheat, she still wouldn't have done it to me. These weren't my expectations of her. These were her expectations of herself. At least, that was what I'd thought before this morning. Now I knew she'd already slept with Sara. And probably this guy. But she'd been drunk then. Very drunk. She didn't sound drunk now. "Hurry up, Sara. We're gonna start without you," Cheryl called, the sound of her voice fading as she moved deeper into the bedroom. When I looked back to Sara, the shock on my face was paralleled on hers. She couldn't believe it, either. Sara turned off the water, didn't even bother to dry herself, and headed for me and the door. "I'll stop her. I'll get rid of him." "No," I said, grabbing her by the wrist, glaring at her. I didn't have to tell her that I wanted to see if Cheryl was really going to cheat on me. "Don't you want to stop her?" "I want to see how badly you've fucked her up," I snapped. But Sara didn't want me to see that, and she pushed past me and ran out of the bathroom. "Cheryl! Cheryl! Oh God..." she said. I didn't like the sound of that "Oh God", and so I slowly made my way out of the bathroom and into the hall. I didn't go into the bedroom. I didn't have to. From the hallway, I could look through the bedroom entry and get a perfect view of my bed. Anyone on the bed looking my way would be looking into darkness, and would have to be trying to find me to actually spot me. What I saw was Sara standing wet and naked by the bed, her back to me. And just past her, my beloved girlfriend Cheryl was laying her small, skinny, tan, nude body on top of another man. He wasn't quite as tall as me, but he was more muscular, and looked especially big compared to her small form. His shirt was off, exposing hard abs and harder pecs, which Cheryl stroked with one hand. With her other hand she was stroking his big, hard erection that had already found it's way out of the pants still at his waist. He had a muscular arm around her, his hand planted firmly on her tight, bubbly little ass. One of her B-cup breasts rested on top of his torso, the other hiding behind it. The nipple I could see was long and hard, and he was using his free hand to play with it. They were kissing hard and deep, and they were so focused that they didn't look up even to acknowledge Sara. I kept reminding myself that I had cheated, too. But I had always intended for Cheryl to find out. Sara and I expected her to wake up when we fucked beside her. And when I took Sara into the living room and bedroom, it was an impulse thing. The whole time I knew I was going to confess, and any future sex with Sara would be only with Cheryl's blessing and presence. But Cheryl. She was drunk last night. Yet sober enough to remember this guy. And she was of sound mind now, and had chosen him again. There was no reason for me to believe she was going to tell me about it. That reminded me of something. I had expected to have gotten home hours before I actually did. So Cheryl should have been expecting me. Did she want me to catch her like this? "Sara," Cheryl said without even looking up. "Come on." She took her hand off the guy's dick to pat the bed beside him. Sara looked back to me. I glared at her grim-faced, but then gave a slight nod. I didn't want to see this, but I needed to know how far it would go. And Sara knew her own punishment was to let me find out. She climbed onto the bed. "Would you do me a favor, though?" Cheryl asked. "Eric's car has this really loud alarm, and I'll hear it chirp when he gets home and arms it..." Our parking spaces where directly beneath our bedroom. Cheryl always teased me about knowing the second I got home whether she was awake or not because of the chirp of my alarm being set. I had set it this morning, but I hadn't parked in our spots. Sara's car was in my space. Cheryl's in the other one. I had to park in the street, so nobody had heard me. "It'll give Greg a little time to get out of here, but if you listen for it, you should hear Eric's car drive up. That'll give us more time. For Greg to leave, and for you to get dressed and get on the couch. I'll go in the bathroom. Okay?" No, she wasn't going to tell me. She was plotting how to get away with it. "Haven't you had enough?" Sara asked, clearly trying to prevent me from seeing more, but knowing I didn't want her directly interfering. Cheryl responded by stopping the kiss and giving the question half a second's thought, although that half second was spent still jerking Greg off and looking dreamily into his eyes. Without saying a word she moved down and sucked on his nipples. Soon she moved on down his abs, finally reaching his dick. She licked his cock and testicles all over, lathering them up with her saliva. Sara looked sadly at me. Apologetic. "We're going to get caught, Cheryl," she said. "Come on..." "I just want to do it one more time," Cheryl said, and then she took the cock in her mouth and sucked it down until her lips were nearly at his base. Greg groaned. "And you can eat my pussy again while I suck him," Cheryl continued. I couldn't believe my ears. This wasn't the Cheryl I knew. She was good in bed, but never this calm about being this uninhibited. And to be so selfish as to have Sara join only for her pleasure was just stunning. Sara looked back at me again, and I could see she was as confused about this transformation as I was. She was also getting angry. Sara wasn't used to taking orders like that and being reduced to a secondary role. "Okay. But I want to suck him first," Sara said. Cheryl was bobbing up and down on Greg's cock when she hummed the "Uh-uh" negative reply. "Come on," Sara pressed. "You had him all to yourself basically last night. Just let me suck him first." Already out of breath, Cheryl pulled off the dick, strings of saliva hanging from her lips, and gasped out loud. "Okay." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed up Greg's chest. Sara moved into position between his legs, taking his pants all the way off and then giving me one more understanding look before grabbing the cock and putting it in her mouth. She went to town on him right away, massaging his balls with one hand, stroking his base with the other, and really blowing him fast. But just a few seconds in, she pulled off and called to Cheryl, who was already sitting herself on Greg's face. "Cheryl. I want you to lick me." "Sara..." Cheryl whined. "You wanted us to try things out with each other. I did it for you last night. Now it's your turn." "Okay. You're right," Cheryl said, not sounding disgusted, just disappointed. As if pleasing someone else right now was just too much to ask. Cheryl climbed off the bed, giving the first moment where she looked my way. But her eyes swept right past. She kneeled down at the end of the bed, where Sara's ass was waiting for her face up, legs spread, pussy hanging just over the edge. After a several tentative licks, Cheryl started eating away. It didn't make sense to me that Sara, who clearly felt so bad about all of this, would suddenly be willing to suck Greg's dick so vigorously (which she was already doing again, by the way), and so insistent that my girlfriend eat her cunt. But as soon as I asked myself that question, I had the answer. It was to spare me from seeing the worst of Cheryl. Obviously there were better circumstances in which to watch your girlfriend fulfill the girl-on-girl fantasy, but Sara was giving it to me while also keeping me from having to see Greg eat her out instead. And Sara was blowing the guy so Cheryl wouldn't. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Cheryl had her turn. But then I realized that Sara had that covered as well. She was sucking Greg so hard and fast now there wasn't a question as to what she was doing. And sure enough, in mere seconds Greg was calling out. "Slow down. Oh shit, slow down or I'm gonna....oh fuck. Oh shit!" Cheryl heard the warnings, pulled away from Sara's pussy and jumped on the bed. "Sara! What are you doing? Stop it, dammit!" I couldn't believe it. She was actually pissed. But Sara ignored her, held onto Greg for dear life, deep throated him, and Greg shouted to announce his orgasm. He then held his breath as his cum blasted into Sara's mouth. Cheryl had grown quiet, watching Sara's defiance with her own disbelief. It was so silent in the room that I could actually hear Sara's repeated swallows as she gulped down Greg's load. When Sara finally pulled off, she wiped her mouth on her forearm and looked boldly to Cheryl. "There. It's over. Now Greg can go home and you can take some time to think about things." Cheryl looked as mad as I'd ever seen her. "You bitch!" she said, and she slapped Sara across the face. "Get out of here!" In tears, Sara got up but couldn't take her eyes off her friend. "Cheryl!" she called out, but couldn't think of what to say after. "What are you doing?" she finally cried. "None of your fucking business!" Cheryl shouted back, but rather than keep arguing, she climbed back onto Greg in a sixty-nine, presenting herself to his mouth and lowering her face to his softening, cum-streaked dick. It had been a bold effort, but Sara hadn't stopped anything. Yet she'd helped immensely. Because now I knew Cheryl's true colors, shocking as they were. Still in tears, Sara grabbed her clothes, threw them on, not even bothering with her bra and underwear. Clutching them and her purse, she ran out of the bedroom, pushing past me, muttering "I'm sorry" so soft and fast I barely caught it. My Girlfriend's Girlfriend Ch. 03 It had been only seconds since the slap, but already Cheryl had Greg's dick back in her mouth, still soft, but determined to make it otherwise. Sara flung the door of the apartment open and ran out, not bothering to close it. With her leaving, the next move to be made was up to me... I didn't even bother dressing. Completely nude, I chased Sara down the steps and into the parking garage. Her heels clicked fast and loud on the pavement as she rushed to her car. She was passing the front bumper when I grabbed her by the shoulder, spun her around, and pinned her against the concrete column beside us. I grabbed the neck of her low-cut black blouse with both hands and tore the fabric right down the middle. Her giant, double D breasts swung free, and I hugged them against my chest as I embraced her. I kissed her hard on the mouth, feeding her my tongue and feeding off hers. I grinded my hard-on against her crotch and grabbed her ass when I felt her lifting herself, wrapping her legs around me. Sara's clothes had soaked up much of the water that had drenched her from the shower, but her skin was still slick and her hair was still dripping wet. It made holding onto her that much harder, but I was so intent on having her, and having all of her, that it didn't matter. Her pants were still on, but I humped my cock against her crotch anyway. I still had her up off her feet when Sara reached between our bodies and fumbled at her button and zipper. When she'd undone them, I spun around and laid her out across the hood of her car. I pushed my face into her huge tits, sucking and licking them, and the whole while we were both working furiously to remove her pants. We got them down to her thighs, and her plump ass squealed as it rubbed across the hood. I moved down, licking her pussy; no, attacking it. Thrusting my tongue inside her steaming cunt with the force of a small dick, and getting just the reaction a dick would typically make. Sara screamed out, panicked and overcome, swearing and gasping breathlessly. She pawed at her own breasts, squeezing the massive globes together and pinching and pulling her nipples. As I ate her out, I kept tugging at Sara's pants, trying to get them past her ankles. But they were stuck, and I was getting so frustrated I finally had to take my mouth off her for just long enough to back away and rip her pants away. I did it so hard and fast that her shoes came off with them and flew across the garage past me. I dove back between her thighs, but Sara was ready. She spread them for me and even arched her spine to raise her ass off the hood of the car. I grabbed her ass and held her up to me, accepting her offering and eating frantically, fueled by passion, anger, and need. She squeezed my head with her thighs, but I wished only that she could've squeezed harder, for feeling her intimate flesh pressed against me like that was like being in a dream. The fact that we were so distant, even as acquaintances, just hours ago made it all the better. And having been brought together by the same feelings and events connected us in a way I never would've thought possible. I lifted Sara's ass higher, hungry for more. I pushed my face in her ass and tongued her anus. Her body went wild and she screamed again. She bucked so hard I lost my grip on her and dropped her back onto the hood, denting it, but neither of us cared. She flipped over, presenting her ass to me and spreading her legs. I pushed my dick underneath to her pussy, so soft and warm and soaking wet. I slid in slowly though she was wet enough for me to go right in. But I wanted to last, and I did. I fucked her hard, shaking the car so badly the shocks groaned in protest. Sara wasn't quiet either. The whole time she was panting or gasping or moaning and begging for more. I grabbed a handful of ass with one hand and ran the other hand up to her wet hair, massaging her scalp below before grabbing a handful of blonde strands and just holding on for dear life. I didn't pull, but she pulled her head away to cause me to, and she screamed from the sensation it gave her, then pounded on the hood of the car with her fists. When she'd had enough, she raised herself off the car, but stayed leaning on it with her forearms and, amazingly, her forehead. She looked under herself at her own big tits as they swung from me fucking her. Only now I was fucking her doggie while pressing my body onto hers, laying across her back, hugging her, and grabbing those meaty tits and holding them through the ride. Sara thrust herself against me, and her body was no longer slick from the shower, but from yet another worked up sweat. And so was mine. But then I realized that Sara hadn't raised herself so she could look under at her own breasts. She reached below herself, caught my balls as the flopped against her, and then pulled in and began rubbing them against her clit. I couldn't keep pistoning into her as long as she had me like this, but it didn't stop me from thrusting, which I did, and the added sensation of her fingers and clit rubbing my testicles had me screaming without hesitation. Then, with a magnificent snap of her body, Sara hit orgasm. She jolted upright, her pussy getting so tight I thought it might pinch my dick off, yet it was as much pleasure as I ever remember having. We fell back away from the car until I ran, back-first, into the concrete column, and we stayed linked the whole time. But as good as it all felt, this was not a position to cum in, and I was about to. So I bulldozed Sara back toward the car, lifting her with a miraculous burst of strength, and twisting her around so she was now facing me. We collapsed onto the hood of the car, further damaging it, me landing on top of her just as she was snapping into the peak of her orgasm and I was finally unleashing mine. I came in her hard, and I kissed her harder, hyperventilating into her mouth as she cried back into mine. I pumped into her using every last bit of energy I had, but my cum kept shooting, and I couldn't stop. But Sara hadn't stopped climaxing either, and she clawed at my back and thrust her hips at me as her pussy begged for more. When it was all finally over, my body was so exhausted that I couldn't even roll off Sara. But if either of us had wanted me to, we would have stopped kissing. Instead, we kept making out, our tongues growing slower as we tired, but with no less intention. It was then that a strange thing happened. We stopped making out, but we did as lovers do. A hard kiss became a soft one and so on, until finally we pecked each other's lips very slowly, very intimately. And we were looking into each other's eyes. Not looking away, but not wanting to. "Was that a pity fuck?" Sara finally asked seriously. "No," I replied, and I kissed her again. "That was make-up sex." FOR MORE STORIES featuring Eric and Sara, check out 'My Girlfriend's Girlfriend 1 and 2'.