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What Friends Are For

By: Ashke



Lily Carter was a perfectly ordinary nineteen-year-old girl with a reasonably ordinary life. She was just starting out at her local college, studying hard to get the grades to move out of her town. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to leave, but she could dream, at least.

She spent most of her free time at home, taking care of her mother. She'd been sick most of Lily's life, and since her husband left, Lily got the job of taking care of the house and making sure her mom had everything she needed. It wasn't the life she'd have chosen, but not many people get to choose their lots in life. It wasn't all bad. Thanks to her situation, she'd learned how to drive by the time her 16th birthday came around, and her dad had sent the money for a car. Someone needed to be able to drive her mom to the hospital when things got too bad, and as it turned out she loved to drive. 

That was how she'd met Ben. He was a car buff, and when he saw her get out of hers in the parking lot of Jake's Pub, he approached her and started extolling the virtues of her "sweet ride". He left out the excessively large back seat, so she introduced it to him after last call. 

That had started a relationship that she couldn't be bothered to end. Ben was good looking, and she couldn't deny that he was something else in bed, but she just didn't feel much for him. She didn't really have time for a boyfriend, she'd just wanted a quick lay. She'd lost her virginity in the eighth grade, and had learned quickly to take sex when she could get it. Ben didn't realize that was all he was to her, though, and she wasn't about to tell him in that manner. He probably wouldn't appreciate it after six months together.

Most days she could forget about him safely. Between his job as a salesman, the five courses she was taking at the college, and the demands of her mother's health, she rarely saw him. He complained rather loudly about that, but she stopped his complaints with a glare. It wasn't as if she could do anything about the demands on her time. She had to prioritize.

Somehow, though, she found time for pursuits of her own. She spent too much time with Ben's friends, and whatever free time she had at home was spent on the Internet. She was heavily addicted to sex chat rooms, and when she discovered IM cybering, she thought she'd found Heaven. When she got the call from Jareth, she'd just finished reading a story from her favourite erotica site, and was washing and drying her vibrator.

"Hey Lily, you busy?" She slipped her vibe back in its shoebox.

"Nope… Just finished some stuff up, but I'm free now. What's up?"

"Brian and I were just wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with us?"

"Sounds great. Just let me check with Mom, then I'll be right over. I'll give you a call if I can't make it."

"Great. See you soon, babe."

"See ya, Jer." She ran down to the living room, and checked in on her mom. She was sleeping, as usual, and looked pretty comfortable. Lily wrote a quick note, grabbed her cell phone, and started out the door. As she was about to leave, she heard from the living room "Baby? Could you pick up some milk on your way home?"

"Sure, Mom. I'll try not to be late. If you need me, just call."

"I always do. Take care, kiddo." She shut the door behind her, and drove to Jareth's place. 

As usual, Brian and Jer were stretched out on the fold out couch when she walked into Jareth's room. Also as usual, they were absorbed in some video game, and they hardly noticed when she came in the room. She occasionally found it amazing that they could get so absorbed by their games. She sometimes wondered if she could walk in wearing nothing on her tiny 5'4", 110lb frame without them even acknowledging her presence. As it was, with her auburn hair, green eyes, and C-cup tits, she got the attention of most guys around, but these two were just oblivious. Today she wore jeans and a tank top, but one day she fully intended to test out her theory.

They noticed her when she jumped up onto Jareth's bed, though. "Hey, Lily. Took you long enough," Brian said, grinning. While it took most people at least twenty minutes to get from her area of town to theirs, she'd managed to make it in less than ten this time. They'd long ago given up trying to convince her not to drive like such a maniac, and now they just mocked her over it. She punched Brian in the side, and settled down on the sofa between the two of them.

"So, what's on the schedule for today, boys?"

"Well, I was thinking a little sexual romp, then some movie action," Jareth quipped.

"Sure thing, Jer," Lily answered, "just let me give you boys some privacy first." She made as if to get up, and Jareth tackled her down onto her stomach on the bed.

"You're not getting away from us that easily, girl. But alas, I was only joking. We're gonna watch Chasing Amy. How's that sound?" She loved that movie.

"Sounds great to me!"

They turned out the lights, and settled in for the film. She loved all of Kevin Smith's movies, but this one had a special place in her heart. She fantasized about being Alyssa at the end of the film, but saying "yes," instead. She always wanted to slap the girl for turning down such an amazing opportunity. She was guessing that probably wasn't why the guys had picked this particular film, though, so she tried not to let her mind wander too much. 

But when Holden and Alyssa started getting into it for the first time, she felt a hand trace up her spine. She caught her breath and tried not to move, in case she jinxed whatever might be happening. The hand (it had to be Jareth's) rubbed slowly up and down her back, but didn't seem to be doing anything further. She relaxed again, and enjoyed the sensation. After a minute or two, though, she felt him slip his hand under the back of her shirt. Her skin tingled under her fingers, and she let her breath out in a sigh. Then she felt her shirt being lifted up her back.

Her stomach was fluttering almost as much as her pussy was tingling. She didn't think that Jareth would ever try anything with her. He was a good friend of Ben's, and she hadn't realized he thought of her at all sexually. She bit her lip and lifted herself a bit so he'd be free to pull her shirt up all the way. Then his lips were tracing the path of his fingers, up her spine and across her shoulder blades. Brian seemed completely unaware of what was occurring, but she knew it was just an act. She bit her lip harder to keep from letting out a moan. One of the hands slid down her back again, this time not stopping with her jeans. She spread her legs a tiny bit, just in case, and held her breath as he traced his way over the folds of her jeans down into the cleft between her thighs. She gasped as he pressed two fingers hard against her denim-covered pussy, and Brian finally looked up, grinning wildly.

"God, I didn't believe you, Jar…" He stopped suddenly, realizing the impact of his words. "Heh. Never mind me." She closed her eyes as he moved closer to her. She felt him brush the hair away from her eyes, and then his warm, moist lips were sucking on her earlobe. He bit down lightly, and she felt a shock of pleasure course through her. She knew she should put a stop to all of it, but she just felt so good. Her whole body was awake, in fear and desire and everything that was wrong with this, and she couldn't stand the idea of stopping it. Jareth was slowly rubbing her through her jeans, and her hips began to buck slightly in response. She licked her lips, trying not to lose control. Their movements were clumsier than Ben's, but the sheer eroticism of what was happening was getting to her.

Before she realized what was happening, she was being turned over onto her back. Jareth moved up over top of her, pulling her shirt the rest of the way off and exposing her tight, hard nipples. He slid his leg between hers, and moved his mouth down over her breast. She ground her cunt against the pressure of his leg and hip, and he went to work with his mouth. His lips were everywhere, and he was sucking on her nipples, licking them, biting and sending pulses of pleasurable pain through her taut body. She moaned through clenched teeth, and Brian's mouth found hers in the darkness. She hadn't even noticed that the movie wasn't on anymore.

She kissed him violently, straining against the pressure of two bodies restraining her. Brian was grasping at the breast that Jareth had left free, squeezing hard, digging his fingers into her flesh. He pulled at her nipple, and twisted, and she arched her back in pleasure. She was overwhelmed, sensation sparking across her entire body, waking her up in a way she'd never experienced. Everything inside her was on fire.

Brian's lips and tongue explored her mouth almost violently, at one moment bearing down on her, at others just darting across her lips with his tongue. She bit at his tongue, and her own darted between his lips. She ran her tongue along his smooth teeth, licked the roof of his mouth, his tongue. They were entangled and she loved it. Jareth was kissing and licking his way down her side, now, and she laughed softly as he tickled her with his tongue. Then his hands were at her belt, and she realized that this was really happening, that this wasn't just playing, just a fantasy. This wasn't something Ben would just forgive her for. She was going to have to pay for this.

But later, oh God, later. Jareth had her pants undone, and was pulling them off of her. Brian was kissing his way down her neck; soft wet kisses down her skin. She moaned under her breath, trying not to lose it entirely. Jareth was back between her legs, now kissing her through her cotton panties. She strained her hips upwards towards him, trying to feel more, but he backed off until she relaxed. Then he licked her, just once, up and down her cloth covered slit. She nearly yelped as his tongue flicked against her clit through the covering. He rested his lips against her nub and flicked his tongue slowly back and forth across it until she was shaking in pleasure, a moment from exploding. Then, he bit down.

She came violently, incapable of controlling her response. Her body spasmed and her stomach contracted. She bit down hard to keep from screaming as heat shot through her lower body, tingling and burning and making everything go black. Her panties were flooded with her juices and Jareth licked around the edges and through the cloth, tasting her. She came down panting, flinching at the pressure against her sensitive pussy, her head swimming in the blackness. She fell limp onto the foldout couch, beyond awareness for a moment.

But the excitement was hardly over, and Jareth and Brian weren't yet satisfied. She came back to reality as Jareth pulled off her sodden panties, and she could hear Brian undressing beside her. "We're going to have that little sexual romp after all, sweetling. Hope you don't mind if we all play at once," Jareth whispered to her. A strained moan escaped her, catching in her throat. She heard a click, and a flame leapt out of the lighter Jareth was now holding. He lit two candles, and in the dim light she could see them both naked and erect, one lying on either side of her.

Jareth was well built, muscular like Ben and about equally endowed. She'd guess him to be about 7 inches. He was cut, and his thick dark cock was surrounded by a tangle of dark hair. Brian was a bit smaller, but shaved completely, balls and all. He wasn't cut, something she didn't have much experience with, but she assumed she could figure it out.

She was ready to give up her passive role in this, and she got up on her knees between her friends. She looked between Jareth's knowing smile and Brian's stunned grin, and flipped a mental coin. With the results in, she climbed over Brian's legs, straddling them at the knees. She rubbed her cheek against his warm cock, and kissed the tip. She licked her lips to taste the saltiness from his pre-cum, and then wrapped her hand around his thickness. She ran her hand up and down his shaft a few times while he moaned, then pulled back the foreskin and licked the engorged head as it appeared. She licked around the flared edge, and licked up to the tip, dipping her tongue into the tiny slit and savouring his saltiness. Jareth watched with wicked eyes, and Lily closed her own and concentrated on the task before her.

She enveloped the head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth, licking around it as she did. She sucked gently but insistently, taking him into her mouth inch by inch, licking up and down the shaft constantly as she did. She massaged his sac with her hand, caressing his balls with her palm. She wanted to make him moan. She started sucking for real, quickly up and down his thickness, occasionally dragging her teeth gently to get a response. After some few strokes she could feel him hitting against the back of her throat, and she fought her weakened gag reflex. He was panting in pleasure as she relaxed her throat and took him in completely, deeply into her tight throat. Her saliva dripped down his cock, mingling with the pre-cum that he was producing almost constantly, and he bucked his hips hard, driving his cock further into her throat. That was all he needed, and he exploded into her throat, as she drew back so as not to choke. She drank his cum willingly, swallowing all that she could as he pulsed into her mouth, tasting the extreme saltiness and enjoying it. His hands clenched the bed sheet, and his back was arched in pleasure, his face a picture of pain and pleasure. She rolled back onto her feet, and crouched over him, watching him come back to reality and breathe again.

Jareth was behind her, then, and she felt his hands grab her hips insistently. She moved forward and spread her legs, planting her hands against the mattress as he rubbed his cock between her moist, engorged pussy lips. He rubbed against her clit and she bucked against him, feeling him slide up almost to her stomach before settling back where he wanted to be. He slid back and forth through her slit a few times, then stopped at the entrance to her hole, pushing just barely inside. She moaned deeply, loving the feeling of him spreading her apart, yet knowing that if they went any further there would be no going back. She didn't want to stop, though, he felt too good, and she pushed back, enveloping him into her warm, wet tunnel, her pussy muscles clenching at his hardness. He pushed then, once, twice, three times and he was completely inside her, his balls slapping against her flesh. He stopped, to let her adjust and feel the fullness his cock gave her, then began to thrust slowly into her warm cunt. She felt her whole body rock with each thrust, and concentrated on the sensations spreading through her. As he fucked her slowly, Jareth reached around and stroked her clit, and she spasmed uncontrollably, bucking backwards into his thrusts. The feeling was almost too much; she was too exposed, too sensitive. 

Suddenly she felt the feeling double, and opened her eyes to come face to face with Brian's semi-hard cock. He'd turned himself around, and was lapping at her clit, then up and down her slit. Her muscles contracted hard as she realized that Jareth must have also been experiencing the effects of Brian's attack on her pussy, since he was licking all the way up to her moist (and busy) entrance. She felt herself coming for a second time, nearly buckling down onto Brian's body, thrashing against Jareth, impaling herself further onto his cock. 

Once the aftershocks ceased, she began her careful attentions to Brian's tool again. She licked him clean, this time, and sucked him softly into her mouth. As she stroked gently in and out, he became hard, growing in her mouth. When he was fully ready again, she pulled away, allowing Jareth to hammer into her as hard as he wanted until he came explosively into her pussy, pulsing and contracting as his seed filled her. Thank God she was on the pill, the last thing she wanted was a child out of this.

Jareth fucked her slowly until he slipped out, and then leaned back against the back of the sofa-bed. She wasn't done, though; she hadn't had everything she wanted. She flopped down onto her back beside Brian, and gave him her best "fuck me" stare. He didn't need further encouragement, quickly positioning himself between her legs. She was well lubricated, both from her own juices and Jareth's, and he thrust into her with one smooth motion. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and encouraged him to fuck her hard, digging her fingernails into his asscheeks, and pushing back against his thrusts. She felt amazing; she hadn't been fucked this thoroughly in her life. After a few short minutes, he stopped her, panting, and rolled her so that she was on top without ever separating them. She caught her breath for a moment, and then began bouncing on his cock, wanting to come, pulling almost off of him, and slamming her full weight back down, enveloping him completely in one motion. She was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't notice Jareth again until he was pushing her upper body down over Brian. She stopped what she was doing, and tried to look around to see what was going on.

Brian pulled her down closer, and wrapped his arms around her back so she was motionless, resting her cheek against his shoulder. She could hear something behind her, but she couldn't see what. Then she felt something that made her stiffen in surprise, the coolness and pressure of a lubricated finger against her asshole. Jareth ran his finger around her unused hole and she shivered in simultaneous pleasure and discomfort. Both feelings increased as he pushed his finger further, slipping into her up to his first knuckle. She breathed carefully and tried to relax, letting him push in the rest of the way, then thrust gently with his finger. She'd never been violated in that way, but there was something good about it, something wrong that made shivers pulse through her body. She clenched her hands into fists and tried to relax further as he slipped another finger into her. She pushed back as he moved inside her, beginning to enjoy the sensation. Then the fingers went away, and for a moment she felt empty and disappointed. But before she could protest, a new sensation hit her, more pain, too big. She closed her eyes and tried not to fight it as Jareth pushed himself slowly into her. She felt the head enter her, and she felt like she was being torn apart. Then, a sudden popping sensation and he was in past her sphincter. The sharp pain was beginning to dilute with pleasure, and she relaxed as he pushed the rest of the way into her. Finally all she could feel was fullness, two cocks buried to the hilt inside her, almost touching. And then, then they began to move.

She'd never felt anything like it. She relaxed her body between them, feeling so comforted, completely surrounded by warm bodies, hands all over her, pulling, scratching, sending her feelings she'd never imagined. Brian's fingers ran through her hair, tugging, stroking. Jareth kissed her neck, bit at her soft flesh. She dug her teeth into Brian's shoulder and succumbed to the sheer overwhelming sensuality. They thrust into her in rhythm, filling every part of her, stimulating her whole body. She felt a fire building inside her, uncontrollable. She had no control, she was being used, filled, fucked beyond anything she believed to be possible. Every part of her body was warm, burning, tingling with pain and pleasure so close she couldn't differentiate. And she didn't want to. She gave into the sensation, and was swept into a wave of feeling, exploding, coming oh god I can't… stop… can't handle this… god… I'm coming! And she lost it, her nerves firing, limbs flailing, body jerking between the two surrounding her. 

As her muscles clenched, and contracted, she felt Brian pulsing inside her, and his body was straining even as she came. His semen filled her, and his cock trembled against Jareth, who succumbed as well to the added sensation. Moans filled the room, as the tangle of sweaty bodies quivered and thrashed, strained, and then relaxed, collapsing apart onto their sides, juices covering thighs and cocks and dripping down legs. Lily could barely breathe, could barely register what had happened. The boys beside her looked as wasted, as fulfilled as she felt. She breathed slowly, trying to come down from the high she was on. She was shaking with the effort of the afternoon, but she knew she'd have no regrets.


What Friends Are For!



At the time of the start of this true story I was thirty years old. I had been taking part in 'free n easy's' for about seven years. Free n easy's are where a keyboard player, or band, invite anyone who wants to sing up to do so. 

I had a regular keyboard player that backed me, and we had become good friends. It was while going along to various places that he played, that I ended up at a small pub in the 'Black Country', here in the UK. The area used to be an industrial heartland, but sadly that has all but ended, and it is now known for various Indian restaurants, and friendly pubs, including the legendary 'Crooked House', which is a pub with as good foundations as the Leaning Tower Of Pisa. 

Although I have had a few offers of paid work due to my singing, I leave it as a hobby, and prefer to sing as relaxation, rather than adding the extra pressure of it as a job. I went along to the pub with an old singing friend of mine, and was introduced to a face I remembered from the past, as well as a couple of new ones. The face from the past was the daughter of a couple who we had both sang with over the years. I never really took much notice of Melanie, that was her name, although good looking, she was always very quiet, and had never really spoken to me. Along with her was a equally sexy looking blonde. She was introduced to us as Dana and she was very open and cheery. I instantly took an interest in her, despite her being some seventeen years my senior, she did not look it. 

I was a little disappointed then, when I was introduced to Dana's boyfriend, Martin, who was the other new face. He was about halfway between our ages, at thirty-eight. He seemed a nice guy, but I noticed he had a very high opinion of himself, and as he was the compare, which is the host of the show who introduces the singers. He spent most of the time in and out of his seat, giving me the chance to chat to both women. 

I was one of the last to get called up to sing, and I didn't like the way Martin, Dana's boyfriend, made a crack about me chatting to Dana while he was 'comparing'. I took the mic and sang my songs, but I was still a bit peeved by the time I had finished and sat down. 

As I was getting ready to leave later, Dana came over and apologised for what her guy had said to me, I told her it wasn't her fault, but she replied that he could be an asshole at times. We laughed and I wished her good night, she giving me a friendly peck on the cheek I didn't think I would see her again till the next gig at the pub, but I was pleased to find she came, along with Melanie, to our next gig in a small club, also in the 'Black Country'. 

I took more notice of Dana's features that night, and I noticed what a great smile and eyes she had. She was very easy to chat to and we got on like old friends. This club was larger than the pub, so I was able to chat with her without Martin always staring at me. She confessed that things were not good between them, as she was convinced he was 'playing away' behind her back. Despite the fact they had discussed marriage, Martin was spotted taking a young girl into a pub near his flat, and someone told someone else, who told Dana. He denied it, but she did not believe him.

It was only a few weeks later that I arrived at the club to find Melanie alone. I asked her where Dana was, and she told me that her and Martin had split, so she was upset, and would not be coming for a while. I told Melanie to tell her I asked about her, and that she should come out and enjoy herself on the next gig, and Id take care of her, besides I missed her smily face. 

I was pleased to see that Dana came to the next gig with Melanie, and we chatted well, without the problem of her boyfriend, now her ex, looking over our shoulders. I finally plucked up the courage to tell her how pretty I thought she was, and she seemed thrilled that I told her. The next few weeks flew by, as we got to know each other better, often we both ignored our companions, Dana not paying much attention to Melanie, and me not paying much to my friend, who did not actually always come with me, as I had recently moved into a flat a good way from him, and it was awkward to pick him up now, as it meant me doing a round trip of thirty-odd miles, instead of just the twelve miles if I came direct from my flat. 

It was after one such night when we where getting on great that as I walked Dana to her car, she kissed me on the lips for the first time. I told her it was a nice kiss, to which she replied that she had not kissed me yet. She laughed as she got into her car and drove off. I was to find out what she meant over the next few visits, as each time she kissed me goodbye, her kisses got more passionate, until she finally pushed her tongue into my mouth and french-kissed me deeply. "Now I've kissed you!" she smiled, as I got my breath back. 

We were sitting next to each other the next time I went to the club, and Dana asked me if I would do her a favour. She wanted me to flirt with, and snog her, in the club, to wind up her ex. I wasn't sure at first, but she convinced me by saying she'd make sure I enjoyed it. 

All night we were sitting there, my arm round her shoulders, her softly kissing my cheek, and whispering in my ear every time Martin looked over. He did not seem particularly bothered, but she was convinced he was not as cool inside as he looked from the outside. This went on for a couple of weeks, and I eventually told her I thought he had gotten the idea. She looked at me disappointedly, and asked if I wanted her to stop. I told her I did not, but I did not think we had to limit it to just this club.

It was as we were kissing goodbye that she asked me to pick her up on the Sunday night, as it was a good idea for us to share fuel, as we did not live too far apart, and Melanie was not coming that night, so we could have an even better time, as Melanie always looked a little embarrassed as we sat there snogging next to her.

We had a great night, just Dana and I. We spent the evening tirelessly flirting, although I thought I had blown it when she asked me to dance. I just said no at first, and that I was not a very good dancer, but she would not take no for an answer. Dana looked me in the eyes and asked me what was wrong. I confessed that almost every time I danced with a sexy woman, I got hard. Dana burst out laughing, and told me that she would be offended if I did not get stiff dancing against her to a slow, smoochy number. 

She pulled me onto the dance floor, and I did indeed get an erection, but instead of backing away, Dana pushed herself harder against me as we danced. We had a few dances, and I half the night with an erection. After we had been sitting for a while, relaxing, I noticed Dana was looking at me more, and occasionally letting her hand drift into my lap, saying sorry, but it was not a very good 'accident'. especially after the umpteenth time, and her obvious squeeze as she removed her hand was doing wonders for my state of erection.

I was driving Dana home when she dropped an idea out of the blue. It was my birthday on the Tuesday coming, and she asked if I had any plans. I did not, so she asked if I would like her to bring a movie over to my flat, rather than me being alone, she thought I might enjoy the company. I gladly accepted. 

Before that night, the words in the birthday card she had sent me did not really register in my brain. The printed message on the front of her birthday card read, 'When people say to you, do you want a shag, some think of a carpet, some of a pipe tobacco, and others say its a bird. But you'd just say Yes Please!!'. The words inside were also to read true, she had written, ' May this birthday be the most memorable you've ever had'. I did not really put much thought into the words as I read them, but I liked her sense of humour, the card was funny, and so was she. 

Tuesday arrived, and finishing work, I rushed home to shower and eat. I was expecting Dana at around eight-thirty, and I only had an hour to get ready. The phone suddenly rang, and it was Dana, she told me she would be able to get over early, if that was okay with me, I told her I had just got in, and had to shower, she laughingly told me she did not mind if I was still dripping wet when she arrived, and she said she would be over in twenty minutes. I took that as a joke, but it gave me an instant erection, and I had to rub it away as I showered.

My mobile rang just as I put my tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt on, and it was Dana, she was outside, but was not sure which flat I lived in. I went down to let her in, welcoming her with a kiss on the lips, but not a full snog. 

The coffee made and drunk, we settled down to watch the film she had brought with her. It was 'The Truman Show', and I was looking forward to it as I had heard it was funny. Dana sat beside me on my couch, and about fifteen minutes into the film she asked if she could snuggle up to me as she would be more comfortable. I let her put her feet up over one end of my sofa, and she lay her head on my chest, with my arm across her belly. As she snuggled more against me, I ran my fingers slowly, and softly, through her long blonde hair. She did not seem to mind, so I continued to caress it. 

My arm moved further across her as she shifted position, and I soon found my fingers brushing the underneath of her right boob. She did not try to move my arm away, or make any comment so I left it there for a while. As she continued to shift her position, I asked her if she was okay, and she said fine, but asked was I okay with her weight on me, and I replied I was fine too. As she rested her head back onto my chest, her position now left my fingers on her boob, and I slowly moved my hand across it in slow circular movements, waiting for her to either say something, or move my hand away, but she never once made any attempt to stop me touching her boob. 

God was I being naive or what? It just never occurred to me she may have come over with anything else on her. mind other than to watch the movie, and keep me company on my birthday. The fact that she was much older did not put me off her, but I thought that all the flirting she had done with me was for the benefit of her ex, and that was why she had done it in the club and pub we visited. 

I decided I had nothing to loose, and caressed her more firmly, moving my fingers all around the bulge of her boob, and squeezing the flesh, as well as the nipple which was now pressing against her top through her bra. She shifted again, making me pause, but she touched my hand with hers, squeezing it, giving me her go ahead to continue. I asked her again if she was comfortable, and she turned her head to face mine, telling me she was now, and she turned her head again to rest onto my chest, as I continued to grope at her boob through her top. I decided to work my hand up towards the open neckline of her blouse, and I pushed my hand into the gap, caressing the flesh that was at the top of her boob, and moving across to touch the other one too.

Dana grabbed my hand, and pulling away the material of her bra, pushed my hand down, and under it, asking if that was what I was trying to do. I just leant forward and planted a kiss on her hair. She grabbed my arm and ran her fingers up it as I continued to kneed her tit flesh. I worked my hand further into the bra, and found her nipple, I squeezed it between two of my fingers, and she tightened her grip on my arm, I did it again, and she too again tightened her grip. I was trying to both grope her boob, and tweak her nipple, but it was awkward with her bra still on. 

Suddenly Dana pulled her arm away and grabbed at her leg. I asked her if she was okay, and she said she had cramp in her leg, I offered to let her sit up, pulling my hand out of her bra, but she said she'd be okay in a minute. She rubbed the back of her calf as I rested my arm across her chest, and then I offered to help her.

Stretching my arm as far as I could, I managed to reach her calf, and ran my hand firmly down her leg, unconsciously making the strokes longer, as I got into it. I suddenly realised her legs were falling open, the more I made my strokes end near the warmth between her thighs, and I purposefully did not stop as I came to the top of her thigh on several occasions. After about ten minutes, she relaxed again, and I asked if she wanted me to keep rubbing her thigh, she answered that I could if I wanted, but the cramp had subsided now. I took the step of continuing, and made more effort to prolong the time my fingers spent grazing her crotch, until I just left it there, resting, and slowly rubbing her red hot pussy through her stretch pants. 

Dana again grabbed my arm, and motioned for me to rub her harder, by putting her other hand on the back of mine, and circling over her pussy, before leaving my hand to do it on its own. Everything seemed a blur to me by now, and I did not protest as she took my hand away, pulled her pants away from her body, and thrust my hand into the source of the heat that had been making my hand sweat. I found her pubic hair, and ran my fingers slowly through it, searching for her pussy, she opened her legs more, and forced my hand down, till I found my finger run over a little bump, forcing her to jump. She laughed, and said she hoped Id found what I was looking for, again, then left my fingers to slowly rub her clitty. 

I worked my fingers over her clit, and then down into her pussy. collecting a little of her wetness, so I could use this to lube my finger, and give her a smooth rub. It only took a few minutes of this before she started to pant, and grabbing my arm, digging her nails in, she begged me to rub her faster. As I complied with her request, she bucked on top of me, and her thighs clamped down around my wrist. As Dana came down from her orgasm, she thanked me, saying she'd needed it so much. I was only too glad to help, and I told her so, anytime. She laughed again, and said we had all night. Believe it or not, we turned our attentions back to the film, and within a few minutes her breathing had returned to normal.

I slowly moved my hand back across her boobs some ten minutes or so later, and she this time took my arm and plunged it straight down her top, pulling it open, allowing my hand get a better grip on her boob. While I continued to grope one boob, she pulled her top open completely, and then tugged her bra down, giving a full look at both of her boobs. For a woman of 47, she had a lovely pair of boobs, quite firm, and not what I expected to find on a woman of her age, they were still a proud asset, topped by quite large, and pinkish nipples. I continued my investigations, and found that the harder I squeezed her nipples, the more she writhed on me, and gave an audible moan too. 

Neither of us had any interest in Jim Carrey now, and I just continued to grope Dana's boobs, as she held my arm, and directed it to squeeze and pull harder on them. Dana had obviously had enough by now, and she decided to take the lead. Dropping off my lap, she turned towards me, and pulling at my tracksuit bottoms, got them off, with little of my help. She tugged at my pants too, and then bent over me to take my dick straight into her mouth. Having took me right in, she moved her mouth off it, then ran her tongue around my helmet, grinning at me like the cat who had gotten the cream, and if she kept this up, she pretty soon would be. I despite having had a couple of relationships, and previous sexual relations, I had never received a half-decent blow job, and this was getting to be much more than half-decent. 

As Dana sucked on my dick, she used her hands to remove her clothing, leaving her in front of me naked. I pulled her bum around towards me, and shifting her position, she allowed me to reach her ass and pussy. I pushed a finger along her wet pussy lips, still not getting a clear view of them, but enough to know where my fingers were. I slid a finger, knuckle deep into her pussy, causing her to bear down harder on my dick, as she continued to suck like her life depended on it. I risked a second finger, and she just moaned, or tried to, it was difficult with her mouth full. I later found out that her ex was not well blessed, and that this was the first decent sized dick she had had for at least a year. She kept telling me how nice it was, between mouthfuls of sucking, and also told me to finger her harder.

Dana stopped her attack on my dick, and sensing my disappointment, she just kissed me full on the lips, pushing me down onto the floor as she forced her tongue into my mouth. She asked me if I had had time to eat before she had came, I told her no, Id only had time to shower. She grinned at me, and turned round, telling me she had something I might like to eat. I was presented with my first good view of her pussy, as she lowered it over my mouth, getting into a sixty-nine, as she went back to sucking my dick. 

Her pussy had large outer lips, and I gladly ran my tongue over them, before taking one into my mouth, tasting her for the first time, and loving it. The more I sucked on her lips, the harder she sucked on my dick, raking her teeth down it as she came up, then pulling my foreskin back down hard, as she coated it with her spit, and then took me back into her throat. Her throat and mouth were not quite big enough to take all my dick, but she was having a good go at it. (And before you all think I'm trying to say I'm hung like a horse, I'm not, It is just that her mouth was small, and she could not take my seven inches all in, it is quite thick though!!...lol..) 

I managed to get my tongue into the wetness, and ran it along her slit, pulling open her lips with my fingers as I stuck my tongue into her pussy. I dipped my tongue as far into her folds as I could from this angle, and got a good amount of her juices onto my face for my trouble. The more I tongued her, the wetter it got, and I was lapping up the slick as it ran out of her delicious pussy. I managed to put two fingers into her, and ran my tongue over her clitty as I reamed my fingers in and out slowly. 

I had to stop for a minute though, as I was going to come. I told Dana, and instead of stopping, she sucked away harder at my dick, causing me to erupt into her slurping mouth, she swallowed it all, before licking my dick clean, and managed to get me hard again, due to her wonderful technique.

Dana shifted off my face, and turned to mount me. She asked if I was ready to slide my dick into her pussy, and I just dumbly nodded. Dana positioned my now shiny dick at her pussy lips, and pulling them open, slowly slid onto me. I could not believe how tight she was, I knew that not only was she forty-seven, but that she had had three children. It was like fucking a virgin, and it was heaven. Her well muscled pussy squeezing my dick as it pushed in and out of her boiling pussy. Her boobs swinging in my face as she lowered herself so she was almost lain on top of me. I took the opportunity of one of their 'swing-bys', to attach my mouth to one of them, and sucked on the nipple, trying to gently bite, but it kept jumping out of my mouth as she pounded on top of me. 

I decided to concentrate on my dick, and tried to match her thrusts with some of my own as she bucked away. It was amazing to me that she seemed to come so quickly, then keep going after a few seconds, then come again soon after, and keep going like that. She had to rest for a few seconds while each orgasm took her, but she just continued to bounce away again as soon as she could. I could feel her pussy pulsing as she came each time, but the few seconds she stopped for, enabled me to hold off on coming myself till she had come at least a dozen times. It was a big orgasm that took me over the edge, and I felt her pussy almost trying to pull my dick off as she went almost cross-eyed on top off me. It was as she relaxed her pussy muscles that I finally unloaded into her, and this made her have another little orgasm herself, as she dropped down onto my chest.




What Friends Are For!



Dana told me that that was the "Best fuck I have ever had!" and I must admit, I could not think of a better fuck I had had either. We just lay there for a few minutes, till my dick went limp inside of her. She commented on how she loved the feeling that gave her too, as I went slowly limp, then 'plopped' out of her tight pussy, allowing out juices to flow out over my pubic hair and stomach. We spent the next few minutes getting our breaths back, before Dana pulled on my arm, leading me towards the bedroom. As we entered the room, I expected her to pull me onto the bed, but she simply bent over the end of the bed, inviting me to enter her from behind. I was nervous, and had trouble entering her in this position, but she reassured me, and I was finally able to get hard enough to enter her tight but wet pussy. The sensation of sliding into her in this position heightened my senses, and I thought I was going to explode as I penetrated her deeper, and deeper. 

We spent the next couple of hours having sex, until she had to go at twelve-thirty. I saw her to her car, and she promised to come over again after our Friday night at the club.

I arranged to pick Dana up at eight o'clock on Friday night, and duly arrived at her house. Dana got in, and we drove the seven miles to the club. The night went as most recent nights had, but we openly kissed and dirty danced, not caring who saw us. We arrived back at my flat around twelve-fifteen, and sat chatting for a while. I asked Dana if she had planned what had happened on the Tuesday, and she said she had not really, but was willing to see where we would go if the opportunity arose. 

She also admitted that her pussy had been wet from the moment I first started to tentatively caress her boob through her blouse, and if I had not have taken it further, she would probably have thrown me on the floor and done me anyway. I had to admit I was surprised, and asked her if my age had occurred to her. She asked me first if her age mattered to me, and I said I did feel odd about it at first, but after I found out how much fun we could have, I had not been bothered. She too agreed that that was the important thing. 

We wasted no more time, and we started a very long and passionate kiss, her tongue searching out the far reaches of my mouth, and mine returning her saliva, as I groped for her bra catch, while she pulled on my trouser zipper. I pushed her dress and bra off her shoulders, and let it fall down her body, revealing she had not wore any panties all night. I watched her smile become broader, and she said it was in case we could not control ourselves, it would have been easier for me to take her with no panties on. It was the first time I realised just how sexy she was, and how much she had enjoyed Tuesday, that she was willing to have fucked me anywhere I chose to, and came prepared for that possibility. 

I pushed her to the floor, and went straight down between her legs, savouring the taste I still had in my mouth of her tasty pussy. I slowly licked from her clitty, right down to her puckered asshole, and everywhere in between. She lay back and let me bring her to several orgasms before she pulled my face up to hers, and rolling me over, pulled off my remaining clothing, taking my erect dick into her mouth again. I t felt just as good as the first time she had done it, and I lay back and let her bring me to the first of many cums. Licking her lips, she lay beside me, and asked if I was prepared for tonight. I asked what she meant, and she told me that she intended to fuck me till I collapsed through sheer exhaustion. I hugged her close and said Id try my best. 

We spent the next five hours, caressing, licking, and fucking. It was not until around six am that we fell asleep. And I woke up only a couple of hours later, still with a hard dick, so I nudged up to Dana's pussy, she instinctively opened her legs, and I fed my swollen dick into her already wet pussy. She seemed to gain a new lease of energy, pushing back as I forced myself deeper into her tight box. I rolled over so I was lying on her back, and still with my dick inside her, and used my whole body weight to force the breath from her body. Dana just begged me to do it harder, and it was not long till we both came, she wildly bucking as I filled her sticky pussy with yet another load of cream. We fell asleep again.

Around eleven o'clock, I awoke to feel Dana's mouth gently licking my dick. She worked her mouth further down my dick as I woke up and reacted to her ministrations. My dick grew to it's full length, and Dana lowered her pussy onto my upright erection. She slowly took my dick deep into her pussy, and clenched her muscles as she rocked back and forth. It felt absolutely wonderful, as we made love, rather than just fucked. It was ages before she had her first spasms of orgasm, and I felt her pussy twitch as she flopped on top of my prone body. After giving her a few minutes to recover, I rocked my hips, causing her to moan, and I lifted her up and turned her onto her back. I slid my dick back into her pussy, and rammed my dick in, taking her by surprise. I just did this as an attention getter, and took my time to slowly build up a rhythm. I took Dana through two more orgasms before I unloaded into her. As I rolled off her, she bent down between my legs, licking the remains of our juices off of my softening dick. 

At twelve o'clock, we both showered and had to go shopping. The shopping complete, and dropped off at hers, we returned to my flat to have some lunch.

It was nearly four o'clock before we were able to sit down and relax again. And we watched a movie for an hour, before becoming bored and retiring to the bedroom. Dana taught me a few little tricks, including the 'toothpaste' one. This involves her brushing her teeth, but not swilling the paste out, then going down on me. If you have never tried this, I fully recommend it, it is amazing. Women like it done to them as well, and as a bonus, it makes pussy's taste fresher. We spent all evening slowly making love, and eventually fell asleep in the early hours. 

It was the start of a 'relationship' that lasted nearly ten months, on and off, we now see each other for the occasional sex session, when it suits us. So finally I sit here finishing this story, waiting for her to arrive for an evening of sex. Anticipating her warm, wet mouth sucking me to orgasm, while my tongue gives her the same pleasure, before she mounts me, and writhes to another series of small orgasms, and eventually both enjoy the big one together. Dana only ever says she has an hour or so, but we always end up parting several hours later, quite often, as she is getting her shoes on ready to leave, I will come up behind her, and we will start all over again. But that is part of the reason we still get together. We both believe that there is a perfect sexual partner for everyone, and we seem to as near as you can get to that.

Although we both realise we could not, and do not want to, have a serious relationship, and go about the usual daily tasks and hassles together again, we do not see the harm in sharing in a sex life that is both rewarding, and uncomplicated.



What Friends Are For



When the fatigue subsided, she sat up and started looking for her clothes. "Lily…" Jareth moaned from the bed, "Why in God's name are you getting up?" She smiled.

"I think we all need some breathing space. I'm gonna go, you understand?" 

"Sure, sweetling. But… Are you okay with all of this? I mean, Ben and all?" She pulled on her jeans and tank top, tucking her panties into her pocket. They were far too sodden to wear again.

"Yeah. He can fuck himself, for all I care. That was worth it." Brian laughed from the sofa. Apparently they weren't good friends, after all… well, at least not to Ben. Personally, though, she thought, she couldn't possibly ask for better.

She drove home, picking up the milk on the way (and ignoring the stares of the people in the shop, she must look just awful), and slipped in without waking her mother. She locked the door to her bedroom, and prayed that her mother would keep sleeping. As she booted her computer, she pulled out the shoebox that she kept her sex toys in. She'd just learned something new; she had to share it with her online partners. She'd never realized before just exactly what friends were for.



What Friends Are For



What you are about to read is a true story, near as I can recall, although the names and some locations have been changed to protect the guilty. 

This incident happened 15 years ago, and is the single craziest thing my wife and I have done sexually in a marriage that is now pushing 25 years. We are now in our late 40s, and a lot has changed since that time. We have three children, sons aged 20 and 18, and a daughter who will be 14 soon. In a roundabout way, she has a small part in the story I'm about to tell. 

Sabrina and I had been married 10 years that summer, and we chose to celebrate that milestone by planning a canoeing trip with my oldest and dearest friend. Kane and I go way, way back. We first met the summer before fourth grade, when we both moved to the same small Midwestern town, and we've been best friends ever since. 

We've done it all together, the good, the bad and the ugly. We smoked cigarettes and drank beer together in junior high, drank whiskey and smoked pot together in high school, snorted coke, dropped acid and screwed women together in college. Hell, the past couple of years, we've even gotten sober together. 

After college, we went our separate ways, but remained best buddies. Kane moved to Colorado and I took a job in Louisiana, where I still live. 

For this vacation, we took our two sons - all we had at the time - to my folks for an extended stay, then headed up to Memphis to meet Kane, who was flying in from Denver. From there, we were driving into northern Arkansas for a two-day float trip. We were going to stay in a tent at a campsite by the river. 

Actually, Kane is my oldest friend, but he's not really my BEST friend. That's my wife. We've been in love from the first time we met, and we are still very much in love. We're a matched set - Sam and Sabrina - and we still like to spend as much time as possible together. 

With Sabrina, the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. She's pretty enough, but not someone who turns heads. She's a little taller than average, and after two children, she was at that time carrying around a little more weight than she would have liked, but she's always worn it well. She has a thick mane of dark hair that falls to the middle of her back, gray eyes that sparkle - and sometimes blaze - and a complexion that reflects her considerable French heritage. 

Sabrina's most attractive feature - by far - are a tremendous set of tits. I am not exaggerating when I say they are 34Es, and believe me when I say that they are a mixed blessing. They're great to look at and wonderful to play with in bed, but they're murder on her back and it's extremely difficult to find bras that fit. 

I'm about 5-9 and considered nice looking. Like Sabrina, I've probably put on about 25 pounds over the years, but except for a bit of a gut that is the legacy of a long career as a beer connoisseur, I'm still pretty fit. At one time, I had a full head of brown hair, and while I've still got most of it, now it's a fine silver color. 

Kane is a shade over 6 feet tall and athletic, with broad features and sandy blond hair, what there is of it. He started going bald in high school and was left with just the fringe at an early age. He's never let it bother him, using the argument that God only created a few perfect heads, the rest he put hair on. He's been a lifelong bachelor, for reasons I can't fathom. 

Sabrina's got a high sex drive, and before she met me, she got into some pretty wild encounters. Actually, we both did, and a lot of my exploits happened either with or in the company of my old friend Kane.

Over the years, Sabrina and I have shared our sexual history with each other, and those stories have fueled some mighty hot encounters. Because Kane was my best friend, he soon became a good friend to Sabrina, as well. And, of course, she's heard all about his prowess in the sack, so I'm sure that played a part in the events I'm about to relate. 

It was around noon on Friday when we met Kane's flight. After hugs of greeting, we headed off for the wilds of Arkansas. We loaded up on beer, some vodka and whiskey, enough to last us through the three-day weekend, and as soon as we put Memphis behind us, Kane fished out a joint of some good Colorado bud. 

It was the start of a hazy weekend of weed, booze and cool water. We stayed buzzed from start to finish, and maybe that too had something to do with what happened. 

I really don't know where the idea first arose. Perhaps I just got so horny, I didn't care what happened. Sabrina and I shared a sleeping bag, while Kane had his own sleeping bag. Both nights, when we turned in, she and got frisky, but I was a little too drunk and a little too inhibited to fuck my wife with my friend sleeping - or not sleeping - alone on the other side of the tent. So we played around a little bit, getting each other aroused, but quit before we could get very far. 

The first day on the water, it was more work than fun. The river was down, way down, and in some places the water was so low we had to get out and drag our boats. The only saving grace was the beer and the weed we'd taken along, and the pleasant view of Sabrina's healthy cleavage being poorly served by her one-piece swim suit. 

After another evening of serious partying, and a restless night trying to sleep on the hard ground, Sabrina decided not to go out the second day, but stayed in camp and got things pulled together so we could break camp quickly once our float was done. 

Kane and I talked the guy who rented us the canoes into taking us further downriver, to an easier float. And this day's experience was everything the previous day's was not. It was easy, fun and relaxing. The water was deep and tranquil, with plenty of sand bars to pull onto for sandwiches, beers and joints, and get a little swimming in. 

At some point, Kane and I began to recall some of the high points from our college days, the parties we'd thrown and the women we'd fucked. We were parked on a sand bar when Kane made a remark that planted the seed for what would follow. 

"Man, your wife has the biggest titties I think I've ever seen," he said with a grin. "You ever fuck them?" 

"Occasionally," I answered. "But I'd rather fuck her hot pussy. She's got the tastiest, juiciest pussy I've ever encountered, and she likes to fuck, a lot." 

That was it, but it was enough. The rest of the float, I was horny as I think I'd ever been, imagining Sabrina's wet, meaty pussy, her massive jugs and her hot lips. 

We stayed relatively sober the rest of the way, although we kept a healthy buzz going from the weed. Everything conspired to put me in a horny frenzy as we drove back to civilization. I was horny from the effects of good weed, horny from the relentless teasing Sabrina and I had engaged in the two previous nights, and horny from the memories of orgies from the past and the thoughts of Sabrina's body wrapped around mine. 

Three days in the wild without bathing had left us in desperate need of a place to pull in and get cleaned up, so when we got to Little Rock, we booked a room at a decent, but reasonably-priced motel. Kane's flight wasn't until about 11 the next morning, giving us plenty of time to get up and make the relatively short drive to Memphis. 

Once we got our stuff unloaded, Kane headed for the shower. While he was showering, Sabrina and I lay on the bed making out, our hands all over each other. We were both badly in need of fucking, and at that point we didn't care that we might have an audience. 

Kane came out of the shower dressed only in a fairly tight pair of gym shorts, which did little to hide the bulge of his cock. We smoked another joint, then Sabrina and I retired to the bathroom to get our shower. It was in the shower that Sabrina made the fateful comment. 

"You know, Kane's got a pretty impressive tool he's carrying around with him," she said as she rubbed her soapy body against me. 

"What? You've been checking out my friend's cock?" I said, in mock indignation. 

"Uh-huh," Sabrina nodded as she pressed her lips to mine and we kissed deeply. "It's nice. Not as nice as yours, but it looks big enough. And I'll bet it's been awhile since he's been laid. You know he doesn't have a steady girl right now." 

"What are you suggesting?" I asked, my cock stiffening and throbbing at the possibility of a threesome with my wife and my best friend. 

"Baby, I'm so horny right now I can't stand it," she said. "I wanna fuck. And if he wants to watch, I can't stop him." 

"And what if he wants to fuck you after we're done?" I said. 

"Welllllllll, I don't know," she said, a devilish grin playing on her face. "You think you might like to watch me fuck your best friend?" 

"I honestly don't know," I said. "I might. Or I might not. Let's just play it by ear and see what happens." 

"OK, baby, I'll leave it up to you," Sabrina said. "If you want me to, I'll let him fuck me. If you don't, I won't." 

We spent the rest of our shower in silence, our thoughts in a tumble. I really didn't know what I wanted right at that moment. There was no question that Kane was probably in as much need of sex as we were, and we'd shared women before, back in the old days. 

But this wasn't just any woman; this was my wife, the mother of my children and the love of my life. And neither Sabrina nor I had ever come close to having sex with another person since the first day we'd met 11 years earlier. We'd talked about it, however, and Kane's name had come up a time or two during those conversations. If it was ever going to happen, it would be right then. 

After we finished in the shower, Sabrina sent me out, telling me to get ready, that she had a surprise for me. I simply wrapped a towel around my waist, then crawled between the sheets naked, my cock already leaking at the thought of fucking Sabrina. I looked over at Kane, who was lying on his back on the other bed, his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked over at me. 

"You guys gonna get it on?" he asked with a grin. 

"Sorry, man, but we're in dire straits," I said. 

"You want me to leave so you can have some privacy?" he said. 

"I can't ask you to do that," I said. "Where would you go? No, we're so horny, it won't matter. We'll just pretend you're not there." 

"I'll try not to look," he said. "But I can't guarantee I won't sneak a peek." 

Just then the bathroon door opened, and Sabrina emerged. She had a towel wrapped around her hair and a towel around her body, just enough to cover her tits. She pulled the towel off her hair, rubbed it vigorously in an attempt to get it a little drier, then crawled under the covers, at which point she pulled the towel off her body. 

Sabrina was trembling with lust as she pressed her hot body next to mine and we embraced feverishly. When I ran my hand between her legs, I found out what my surprise was. She'd shaved her pussy! This was something she used to do a lot, usually when she was extra-horny and she knew we were going to fuck. 

I ran my hands all over her baby-smooth crotch and slipped a finger between her purple, engorged pussy lips. She was dripping wet as I began to finger her cunt and roll her clit around. At the same time, Sabrina wrapped her hands over my throbbing-hard cock, then reached between her legs and gathered some of her juice to add to my copious pre-cum and help lubricate my shaft. I was hard as an iron bar, and ready to go. 

I glanced over at the other bed, and Kane had rolled onto his side, facing the window, away from us. 

"Fuck me, Sam," Sabrina whispered. "God, I need you." 

I just groaned as her hand stroked purposefully up and down on my rigid pole. Sabrina tried to keep the covers over her body to keep from flashing our friend, as she rolled on top of me. Holding my cock up by the base, she raised her hips slightly, pressed the head of my cock to her steaming hole and melted her pussy down onto my cock. 

We both groaned loudly as my 7-inch cock filled her twitching pussy. She quickly got into rhythm, working her hips up and down, up and down. This was all her show; I was just along for the ride. And what a ride it was. Her body was shaking and trembling from what I knew was an orgasm building speed. 

Sabrina raised up to get more leverage, and the covers slid down her back, exposing her body from the waist up. At that point, however, neither one of us cared. Sabrina's tits wobbled wetly on her chest as our sweaty bodies worked frantically toward a humongous climax. I gripped both of her huge globes in each hand and brought them to my mouth. I licked, sucked and nibbled on her tits, and squeezed them for all I was worth. 

Just then I happened to glance over at Kane, and he was staring at us, with an intense look on his face. I noticed he was briskly stroking his cock under the covers of his bed. I just turned back to my wife and kept on thrusting upward to meet her downward plunges. We were both in another world at that moment. Moans, gasps and little mewling sounds escaped our lips as were hurtled toward a rare mutual climax. 

"Ah, God!" I exclaimed as I felt the fiery flow of cum burst from my balls and out the end of my cock. My whole body shuddered as I basted Sabrina's hot cunt with one of the king cums of my life. Over and over, I shot bursts of hot cream deep into my wife's womb, and she leaned over on me and clutched my body as her own orgasm exploded through her body. 

Finally, the spasms diminished and we managed to catch our breath. Sabrina rolled off my body, and I threw the covers aside in an effort to cool our superheated bodies. Modesty was out the window as we lay sprawled on the bed. Sabrina lay back, her eyes closed, her legs spread, her bald pussy open to the room. I felt a shiver run through my body as I watched my cum flow out of her distended pussy. 

I looked over at Kane again, and he was still fisting his cock, staring at my wife's dripping, well-fucked pussy. I nudged Sabrina, she and I just looked at each other, and I kind of nodded. Now it was my turn to wear an intense look as my wife pulled herself up from the bed, crawled over me and climbed into the other bed. 

I don't know when I've ever seen her look more erotic than she did in that moment. Her body was covered in sweat, her hair was a wet, tangled mess and I could still see my cum flowing down the insides of her thighs. I was shaking with emotion, knowing that she was about to fuck another man for the first time in our relationship. Kane started to protest when Sabrina pulled his covers aside and laid down next to him. 

"You don't have to..." Kane started, but Sabrina put a finger to his mouth to silence him. 

"We've already talked about it," she whispered as she rolled onto her back and pulled Kane on top of her. 

Kane may have had reservations, as he looked over at me with a quizzical look, but his cock had no qualms whatsoever. Even before I gave him a nod of approval, his rock-hard dick had sluiced past Sabrina's dripping lips and he was in her to the hilt. 

I stared, my cock tingling as I watched my best friend fuck my wife. Sabrina's eyes rolled back in her head as Kane pulled himself up on his knees and began to pile-drive his cock back and forth in her molten pussy. Kane's cock wasn't quite as long as mine, but it was just about as fat, and he was hitting all of her hot spots as he pounded her cunt with long, hard thrusts, and she was fucking him back just as hard. 

Sabrina threw her head back as another orgasm seemed to come to a quick head, and as her body went into overdrive, Kane arched his back and cried out, "I'm cummmmmmin'" 

Before any of us could say anything, his body tensed, and I could see the familiar sight of his butt cheeks as they clenched with each spurt of cum that he fired into my wife's spastic pussy. He added a seemingly-endless flow of cum to the huge load I'd put in there before him. 

Finally, his body seemed to relax, and he slumped off to the side. Sabrina just lay there, her legs spread wide, a river of hot cum flowing from her angry-red pussy, over her asshole and onto the bed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she gasped for breath. 

I crawled over to the other bed, lay down next to my wife and whispered in her ear, "I love you." 

Sabrina opened her eyes then and looked over at me, a guilty grin on her face. "I love you, too," she said. 

That seemed to perk her up, because she sat up then and asked Kane to roll another joint. 

"If we're going to be bad, let's be dirty," she said with a lascivious grin on her face. I had a feeling I knew what she wanted, and there was no time like the present to give it to her. 

After we had replenished our buzz, Sabrina swung her legs to the floor at the foot of the bed and beckoned us over. She was in a place I'd never seen her before, her eyes flaming, her tongue sensually licking her lips in relish. 

"Bring those big, fat cocks over here for me to suck," she purred. We stood on either side of her as she grabbed our cocks by the base and started to slowly stroke us both back to life. She looked up at me with most intense look of lust and devotion I think I've ever seen from her as she opened her mouth and drew my cock past her lips. 

There was no question now that she was in the fuck zone, because Sabrina really doesn't like oral sex, giving or receiving. She has a smallish mouth, so it's hard for her to get much of my cock in, and she's not crazy about the taste of her own pussy after I've gone down on her. But that changes when get super horny, and she was about as horny as I've ever seen her, before or since. 

Sabrina spent a few minutes working about half of my cock back and forth in her mouth, her tongue lapping the underside of my shaft and her hand firmly fisting the half she wasn't sucking. Then I got that same half-guilty, half-wanton look as she pulled my cock from her mouth and turned to inhale Kane's boner. 

She was slobbering all over his fat dong, as sloppy whore sounds escaped her lips. Then it was my turn again, and she worked my cock for awhile, then it was back to Kane. After a couple of rounds, she brought the heads of our cocks to her mouth and slashed her tongue over them before working us back into her mouth, one after the other. 

I could see her pussy, still oozing a potent mixture of our cum and her arousal, and I knew she was ready to fuck our lights out. 

"Do you mind if I do something I've always wanted to do?" Kane asked. We both nodded, so Kane got Sabrina to lie on her back, then he straddled her chest and slid his cock between the wet valley of her tits. Sabrina took the hint and pushed her mounds up with her hands, and sighed as Kane sawed his cock back and forth between her breasts. 

While Kane was fucking Sabrina's tits, I got on the bed between her open legs and worked my hand on her gushing pussy. I slid two fingers past her lips and slowly began to finger-fuck her smoking box and rolled her swollen clit wih my thumb. I could see her licking the head of Kane's cock each time he pushed it forward, a glazed look of pure lust on her face. 

I couldn't take any more. I tapped Kane on the shoulder and told him to lie on his back and let Sabrina really give him a first-class blowjob. I positioned my wife on her knees between Kane's outstretched legs, and as she sank her mouth onto his cock, I took my cock in my fist and pushed it into Sabrina's pussy from behind. I entered her in one long, gasping thrust and that brought a muffled squeal of delight from my wife's cock-filled mouth. 

I grabbed Sabrina's hips and worked her pussy slowly, but steadily over my rock-hard cock, and Kane put his hands on the back of her head and worked her mouth up and down on her equally-hard cock. At that point, she wasn't a wife and mother any more, but a slut we were using for our own pleasure. It was just like we'd done back in college, when we'd get some chick stoned on coke and fuck her brains out. 




What Friends Are For



As I gripped Sabrina's hips, I could see her wet asshole winking up at me, inviting me to play. Anal sex is something we rarely ever do, but every once in awhile, she gets an itch to have her butt played with, usually with my mouth and-or fingers. And this was one of those moments. I licked my middle finger and began to rim the hole, then slowly pushed it in. 

Sabrina pulled her mouth off Kane's cock and looked over her shoulder at me. 

"Ah God, yesssss, work my ass, baby," Sabrina said, as I began to slowly finger-fuck her ass. "You know what I want." 

Kane gave me a kind of puzzled look, so I told him what she wanted in a roundabout way. 

"You remember Beth Murray?" I asked. Kane just grinned at the memory of the time when we'd sandwiched a truly horny little slut. I'd been on bottom fucking her pussy and Kane had fucked her ass. He just nodded then, knowing now what was up. 

I quickly added a second finger as Sabrina worked her mouth more and more frantically on Kane's purple boner, and I continued to leisurely fuck her twitching cunt. Finally, she couldn't take the anticipation. 

"Do it now!" she cried. "Do it before I explode!" 

Sabrina pulled her cunt off my cock, moved up the bed and straddled Kane's hips. She took his cock firmly in hand and impaled herself on his hot rod. I watched fascinated as her pussy gripped his up-thrusting dick. I was captivated by the way her juices clung to his shaft each time she raised her hips. 

Then Sabrina shook me out of my reverie by reaching back and pulling her butt cheeks open as wide as possible. 

"Please, Sam! Fuck my ass," she wailed. "I wanna feel both of you in me. Do it!" 

Kane and Sabrina held still for just a second as I knelt behind my wife's ample ass. It took me two tries before my cock penetrated her sphincter, and with an audible push of air from her lungs, Kane and I thrust to the hilt, each in his own hot hole. 

"OH MY GOD!!" Sabrina screamed. "Ogod, ogod, ogod, ogod, fuuuuuuuuuckkk meeeee!" 

I had never seen Sabrina like this, but I wasn't about to complain. I'd never felt anything quite as tight as my wife's ass as it was wrapped like a velvet vise around my throbbing pole. I could feel Kane's cock through the membrane that separates her vagina from her rectum. 

We were working in tandem, in and out, in and out, as Sabrina moaned and cried out in her lustful delirium. As I filled my hands with her sweat-slick hips, Kane reached up and feasted on her wobbling tits, sucking wetly at her obscenely-stiff nipples. 

Sabrina's orgasm exploded at that moment, her body twitching and shuddering as she gasped out an incoherent babble. I could feel my own control beginning to slip, and I could tell Kane was getting close as well, just from the little spasms of his cock in her cunt. 

We stepped on the gas at that point, and really fucked her hard, and, incredibly, her body stiffened again as another climax burst through her body. Sabrina has never been multi-orgasmic, but she was clearly having a second, much harder orgasm from the double-fucking we were giving her. In fact, the only other time something like that had happened was on our wedding night. 

I looked down, and Kane's eyes were squeezed shut as he worked his hips furiously up and down. I wiped the sweat from my eyes as I pounded my wife's ass as deep as I could get in her hot rectum. 

Suddenly, I could feel Kane's cock swelling in Sabrina's pussy, and I could tell from the way his body was jerking that he was cumming. I let it go at that point, and surrendered a rocky, spastic cumload deep in my wife's ass. The three of us all twitched, moaned and shuddered as we were held in the throes of an incredible climax. 

Finally, with a loud sigh of relief, I slumped onto Sabrina's sweat-soaked back, and I watched as she leaned over and gave Kane a slow, smoldering kiss. I licked her ear as her whole body seemed to relax in the afterwash of her orgasm. 

I pulled my limp cock from my wife's gaping ass, staring in disbelief as my cum poured from her hole. Then I collapsed on the other bed, utterly drained. Sabrina pulled herself off Kane's body and slumped on the bed next to me, and I got a final twinge of lust at the sight of her red, cum-filled cunt. 

In no time, we were both asleep with our bodies tangled together, giving ourselves a well-deserved rest. 

Two hours later, we awoke to find Kane showered and dressed. We realized then that we were ravenous. The sun was beginning to settle in the west, shining right into our room through the crack in the curtains. After a shower, we all went out for dinner - Kane's treat - but none of us spoke about what had just happened. And after dinner, we returned to the motel, smoked a final joint, drank a final beer and crashed. 

The next day, after we left Kane at the airport gate, Sabrina and I were driving along, each lost in our thoughts. 

"Sam?" Sabrina said, a little hesitantly. "Do you still love me?" 

"That's a silly question. Of course I love you," I said. "Why wouldn't I?" 

"I don't know. I got a little crazy last night," she said. "I mean fucking your best friend and all." She had a sheepish look on her face, but she also had the barest hint of a smile too. 

"Honey, look. I wanted it to happen," I said. "If it had been anyone else, it wouldn't have. But I trust him, and I trust you. We may never have an opportunity like that again, and we went for it. Simple as that. I've gotta say, it was one of the truly awesome experiences of my life, and I hope it was for you too." 

With that, the subject was closed, and the only time we've ever talked about it again has been on certain occasions when we use to stimulate a sexual encounter. 

There was, however, one final piece in the drama. About two weeks later, Sabrina greeted me as I came home from work with a startling piece of information. Her period was late. 

Sure enough, when we did the home test, she was indeed pregnant. At first, I was very ambivalent about it. Our younger son had been potty-trained less than a year, and I wasn't looking forward to doing the baby thing all over again. And I was worried that it might be Kane's child and not mine, which may or may not have made a difference in my feelings for the child. 

Kane had the same thought when I called him with the news. 

"You think it's from that night?" he asked. 

"I don't know," I said. "It's possible." 

As it turned out, when we saw the doctor and he did an ultrasound, Sabrina was determined to be about five weeks along. That meant that she'd already been pregnant that afternoon in Little Rock, so there was no question the child was mine. 

That may well have been a factor in her willingness to engage in something way out of the norm for her. During all three of her pregnancies, Sabrina's hormones went haywire, and she stayed horny. And she seemed to be extra-horny throughout her last pregnancy. She fucked me like a ragdoll almost to the day we had our daughter. 

We never again did anything remotely like that again. Oh, we talked vaguely about trying to get into a swinging thing with others, but nothing came of it. It makes for a nice fantasy, and the one time we took the plunge, it was great. But we're both just a little possessive of each other, and in this day and age, it pays to be careful. 

Whenever Sabrina and I need a little boost when we're naked and playing in bed, however, we fondly recall the crazy night when we cut loose from all of our inhibitions and let it all hang out.



What Friends Are For



In her whole life, Melanie had never lived with a roommate. So when her friend Peter needed a change of scenery and moved into her guest room she knew things in her life would have to change -- no more walking around the house naked at 3AM, no more porn on the living room television, and no more loud masturbatory sessions. Not that she minded all that much. The idea of having a man around the house was kind of nice...especially where her honey do list was concerned.

On the first night of his arrival, they sat down and discussed the rules of the house -- nothing major, just common courtesy issues mainly. And for the first few weeks, everything ran smoothly. Peter didn't bring his one-night stands home and Melanie learned to keep her bedroom door closed when he was there. All things considered, it wasn't nearly as difficult as she had anticipated.

One night, after an evening out with her girlfriends, and a pitcher of whiskey sours, Melanie came home and immediately made her way to bed. It had been a long night and as was always the case, the alcohol consumed had made her more than a little anxious to get her clothes off and take advantage of herself. Peter's car hadn't been there when she got home, and seeing the time on her bedroom clock, it would most certainly be one of his all nighters. Not that she minded, that meant she could leave her bedroom door open, allowing the air conditioning to cool her all night instead of relying on the ceiling fan to recirculate the warm air already in there. 

Unable to sleep, Melanie fished through her movies and found a porno that she hadn't yet watched. It was one of the few that Peter had brought with him when he moved in. He had told her that she should watch it, that it was right up her alley, but there hadn't really been a night since he moved in that she had felt like it...until now. Considering all the alcohol and its affect on her, porno was just what she needed.

Lying in bed, watching the movie, Melanie began to feel her skin getting warm. She kicked off the heavy blanket that was covering her and allowed the cool air that was circulating through the room to wash over her naked flesh, causing the skin around her nipples to tighten and pull. Running her fingertips from her neck and down to her nipple, she felt a surge throughout her body. She lightly traced the outline of each nipple with her fingernail, making them hard enough to cut glass.

A few more scenes into the movie, Melanie allowed her fingers to roam a little more. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch and the cool air gliding over it made her tingle. As she ran her hand down her stomach, she spread her legs slightly, allowing a rush of cool air to float over her wet pussy lips. Her hand quickly found its place between her legs and began lightly skimming the wet skin, sending chills of pleasure throughout her body.

Under normal circumstances, she would have at least teased herself for a little while before getting serious about an orgasm. But she had been so turned on all night that after combining alcohol with porn, all she could think about was cumming...over and over again.

Sliding her middle finger between her wet lips, she found her clit and began to rub it rapidly. There was no time for play. Melanie thought that if she didn't cum within the next sixty seconds, she just might implode. While still rubbing her clit with one hand, she pulled her lips far apart with the other, allowing the cold air to rush over the skin. After a few seconds, the desire to be fucked became too great and she was forced to slide three fingers, knuckle deep, into her aching pussy.

Melanie let out a loud moan, followed by several quieter ones as she vigorously fucked her pussy with her hand. It felt so good to have her pussy so full. She wanted more. She tried to squeeze a fourth finger inside herself, but she just couldn't make it work from that angle. In order to make her pussy a little more accessible, she rolled over onto her stomach and then pushed herself up onto her knees. While propping up on one elbow, Melanie slid her hand back between her thighs and started working four fingers into her pussy.

It was a tight fit, but she got at least the tips of all of them inside. She began to move her fingers in and out, causing moisture to collect and run down the inside of her thighs. As she tightened her muscles around her fingers, she could feel the first wave of her orgasm starting to rush over her. Unable to maintain the current rhythm of finger fucking, she reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and concentrated solely on her engorged clit.

Just about the time the second and most powerful wave of her orgasm began, she felt something hard push into her throbbing pussy. Startled, she turned to find Peter standing at the side of the bed, his cock pushing against his boxer shorts, sliding his big fingers in and out of her pussy. Feeling too good to want it to stop, Melanie spread her legs wider and turned herself on the bed so that her pussy was more easily accessible for him.

Seeing that she welcomed his attention, Peter began to fuck her harder and faster with his thick fingers. It felt so good to Melanie that she started grinding her hips and meeting each one of his deep thrusts with her own. She writhed beneath him, her juices dripping from his hand. Melanie was sure that no woman in the history of the universe had ever cum harder than she was at that moment.

When the final wave of her orgasm took over, Melanie couldn't stand the idea of this attention ending. She had no idea her quiet friend was so sexually adept. She reached behind her and grabbed hold of his cock through his boxers. He let out a loud moan as she touched him. He wanted her. She had never been surer of anything.

Her pussy was so hot and wet. The thought of having his hard cock buried deep inside her was the only thing on her mind at that moment. She let out a loud cry and ordered him to fuck her. She braced herself and waited to feel his cock enter her tight pussy. But after a few seconds, it still hadn't happened. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into her mouth until they were clean.

Giving him one final chance, she said breathlessly, "Peter, I'm only going to say this one more time. I want you to fuck me."

That was all the reassurance he needed. Peter pushed down his boxer shorts and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. Finding her wet hole with the head of his cock, he sank into her with one hard motion as she let out a scream that ran through him like an electrical surge, all the way to his toes leaving him physically stunned for several seconds. 

By the time he realized he was motionless, Melanie was already becoming a bit irritated. She was pushing back on his cock, grinding herself into it as she reached around with one hand and grabbed his ass, trying to pull him deeper into her. Feeling the frustration of his friend mounting, Peter snapped out of it and pulled out completely. He rolled her over onto her back, pushed her legs up, allowing them to press against his broad shoulders, and made quick work of sliding his throbbing cock back into her tight pussy. 

His movements became quicker but far more deliberate with each thrust. From that angle, each time he pushed into her, his thick head rubbed against her g-spot. Melanie was completely under his control and with his apparent skill, she could think of no place she would rather be at that moment.

As his thick cock plunged in and out of her, her pussy stretched out around him, each motion more labored than the last as she began to clench around his massive cock. Maybe it was the excitement of fucking her friend, maybe it was the fact that it had been so long since she had fucked anyone, or maybe his cock really was as big as it felt right then. Whatever the answer, it was completely inconsequential. Because at that moment, his cock felt better than any she had ever had. 

Lowering his mouth onto her breast, Peter sucked her nipple into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around it as her moans grew deeper and his thrusts became more powerful. Melanie wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back. He only winced slightly, but made no effort to remove her hands from his skin. Judging by the reaction he was getting from her, Peter knew it was time for him to stop teasing her (and himself). It had been a long time since any woman had felt this good to him either. And he wanted to prove it to her.

Letting the weight of his body fall on her, pressing her knees against her body, Peter firmly planted his feet on the ground and quickly began slamming his rock hard cock into Melanie. With each thrust he sunk deeper and deeper into the warmth of her hungry pussy. The thrusts became more rapid, leaving her little time to recover between them. And with one extremely hard push, Melanie felt her entire body erupt in the most all consuming orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. There was not a cell in her body that wasn't aching for Peter's cock. He owned every part of her in that moment. And he knew it. 

Following her cue, knowing that she was more than satisfied with his performance, Peter pulled out of her and rolled her back onto her stomach, exposing her now wet ass as he slid back into her pussy. Inside, Melanie was still experiencing wave after wave of spine tingling bliss, causing Peter to become overwhelmed by all the sensation. With only a few solid thrusts, he could feel his balls tighten and knew he couldn't hold out any longer. Pulling his cock from the warmth of her pussy, he immediately gripped it with one hand giving it one squeeze as he shot what seemed like buckets of cum all over Melanie's beautiful ass. 

Collapsing on the bed beside her, his body still experiencing tiny twinges of pleasure with just the cool air moving over his hot skin, Peter hesitated to look at her. He wasn't sure that she would want to talk about or even think about what had just happened. As wonderful as it was, they both had to realize it would forever change their friendship. 

After several silent moments, Melanie, still covered in Peter's warm sticky cum, propped up on her elbow, reached over and laid her other hand on his chest, twirling his hair with her finger. Looking deeply into his eyes and with a sweet smile of absolute happiness, Melanie said the three words men fear most after sex...

"Clean it up."



What Friends Are For



It seemed like it would be another typical Friday night. Instead of going out, we had decided to have some friends over for dinner and socializing, followed by possibly going out dancing. Early in the afternoon, my two female friends called to say that they were not feeling well, and would not be able to come over. Disappointed, I called you to tell you, when you told me that your friend was going to be coming, but that we would have to work hard to lift his spirits, as he and his girlfriend had recently broken up. I told you to ask your friend to think of all the things that he wasn't able to do in his relationship, and we would try to fit as many of them in as possible.

I finished work early and went to the store to buy supplies for dinner. When I got home, I immediately started dinner, so that everything would be ready when you and your friend came over. As I was finishing up cooking, I quickly changed into a different outfit, knowing you enjoyed coming home to a scantily clad woman in the kitchen. Just as I got back to the stove in my other outfit, you walked in the door. I called out to you that I was in the kitchen, and you came in to greet me. I could feel you looking my body up and down, staring at the back of my exposed legs in such a short skirt, accenting my round ass, my bare back in the small halter top that I know you like. You came up behind me, pressing your hips against my ass so that I could feel your stiffening member as you pulled me close to you. I tilted and inclined my face, offering it up to you for a kiss, which you lightly planted on my lips. When you pulled away, I told you that dinner was almost ready, and I would come through in a moment with drinks, and what did your friend want to drink? You gave me the drink orders, which I prepared before bringing them into the living room, where you both were relaxing.

We had some drinks and then moved on to eating dinner. As the night progressed, the conversation became increasingly provocative and I was increasingly flirtatious with our guest, wanting to make sure that he felt comfortable. When I was clearing the table, you asked your buddy how he was doing with being single. He told you that it was really nice to have the freedom, but that he was not used to the lack of sexual contact. You nodded and expressed your sympathy, but became silent when I reentered the room to get more dishes. Both of you quietly watched as I gathered up the plates and glasses and returned to the kitchen. Your pal commented that it was nice having the attention from me, that he liked watching me strut around, watching my body move. He quickly apologized, not wanting to upset you, but you reassured him, telling him it was okay, that's what friends are for.

The two of you moved back to sitting on the couch, and you called me to you, asking me to stand in front of you both. I was unsure what to expect, but I immediately complied. You asked your comrade if he wanted to see more of me. He looked rather shocked, but nodded nonetheless. You stood up and walked behind me, untying the strings holding on my top. Without the ties, my clothing fell to the floor, exposing my bra-less breasts, my nipples pointing from the cold air, and the arousal of having you near to me. At some point in the evening unknown to me, you had entered into our bedroom, and now you pulled from your pocket my nipple clamps. You carefully attached them to my perky nipples, causing me to cry out softly at the sharp pain it sent through my body.

Pulling me by the chain attached to each clamp, you brought me to kneel in front of your friend. "Time for you to be a good hostess, pet." You released your hold on the chain and went to sit down further away.

Observing the growing bulge in his pants, I held my hands behind my back, causing my chest to stick out further, and looked up at him. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir? I am here to serve." When I said this, he instantly looked over to you, asking if I really meant it, if it was really okay with you.

Nodding, you told him, "She certainly does mean it. She's my pet, and will serve me by doing anything you want. Anything." Your friend looked shocked, and in an almost questioning voice told me to suck his dick. Smiling at the fairly simple request, I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, causing his hard member to pop out. I licked him slowly from his balls up his shaft, causing him to groan softly. I felt your eyes on me as I sucked him deep into my mouth, making him moan and thrust gently into my throat. Gaining confidence, he wove his fingers into my hair, holding my head still as he bucked his hips deeper into me, fucking my mouth. Soon, he cried out and was unable to hold back any longer as he came, shooting his load into me. As he sat there recovering, he said that his ex hadn't taken him in her mouth in longer than he could remember, and how happy he was to have felt the attentions of my tongue and mouth. I smiled and told him it was my pleasure, and that if there was anything else that I could do, for him to just say so.

You called me over to kneel before you, and told me that I had been a very good girl, and should go get our pleasure chest from our room, and to leave my skirt in there. When I returned wearing only nipple clamps and my thong, carrying the box, I found you both sitting there naked, your hard cock standing up like a flagpole, while his was slowly recovering from his recent orgasm. After ordering me to stand in front of you, you told me to stand with my legs father apart. You were talking to you friend as you casually slid your fingers into my thong, slipping them between my lower lips and into my dripping wet entrance. You continued to toy with me, while ignoring me to talk to your buddy. I felt myself approaching a climax, and tried to ask for permission to please cum, but you wouldn't pay attention to me. I was soon unable to hold back, as my moans got louder and my hips started bucking. Just as I was about to orgasm, you pulled your hand away and looked me in the eyes. "Were you going to cum without asking me?" I tried to explain that I had attempted to ask you, but that you weren't paying attention. You shook your head, clearly disappointed with me, and asked your friend if he would want to help punish me; of course he nodded.

I was then ordered to lie across your friend's lap, and you told him to spank me. He seemed a bit shocked, and lightly tapped my bare ass. You laughed and told him not to be shy, telling him to make my ass all red, make me squeal. He still seemed uncertain, until you slapped down hard on my flesh, causing me to cry out. As understanding seemed to wash over him, your friend began spanking me harder and harder, making me writhe on this lap, which also made his cock rise to the occasion. I begged him to stop, pleaded with you, telling that I was sorry, that I tried, that I was wrong. Finally, when my ass was completely red, you told him not to spank me anymore, and ordered me to bend over the coffee table, facing away from you both.

Resuming your conversation with you friend, I heard you also rustling around in our pleasure chest. Moment later, you handed me my vibrator, and while pulling down my thong, you told me to put it inside myself. It slid easily into my juicy hole. Once inside, you grabbed hold of it, fucking me from behind while still talking to your friend. The conversation had turned to your buddy's sexual experiences with his ex; he was saying that she was unwilling to try more experimental things, and that he was really curious and enjoying playing with me. You asked him if he'd ever had anal sex, and he said that he had not. 

With that, you ordered me to pull my rear cheeks apart, exposing my ass while you continued to pound my desperate cunt. You slid one finger, still covered in my wetness, into my tight opening. I moaned loudly and started pushing my ass back against you, wanting you deeper inside me. You were clearly just showing your friend how much I liked it, and he decided to take advantage of the situation. He told me to continue fucking myself with the vibrator while he positioned his cock in front of my tight, pink hole. I felt something liquid, and realized that he was coating his dick and my hole with lubricant. He slid one, and then two fingers into me, making me moan and buck back against him. I felt him pull out the fingers, and moments later he replaced them with the head of his shaft.

Suddenly, he thrust his cock inside me to the hilt, making me cry out as he groaned at the feeling of my tight entrance. Slowly, he started pumping my ass, fucking me hard and slow, making me beg him to fuck me faster, to use my desperate body. I felt the pleasure building inside me, and asked you if I might please cum. You nodded, and it was as if I exploded with sensation, my muscles clenching, tightening around the real and plastic cocks inside me. Your friend inside me started to thrust harder, groaning as my body started milking his shaft, bringing him closer to climax. I watched as you started to stroke your member, aroused by watching me used by your buddy; not wanting you to have to pleasure yourself, I asked if you would please let me suck you. You smiled and walked over to me, holding me by my hair as you slid your cock into my willing mouth. I ran my tongue over your head and shaft as you started to thrust into me, creating a rhythm with your friend as you fucked me from both ends. Looking down on me, you told me that as long as I had all three holes filled, I could come as much as I wanted. 

Overwhelmed with feeling so very full, I couldn't help but cum over and over again. With my muscles constantly contracting around his cock, your friend soon started to climax with me, shooting his hot seed into my ass. He pulled out of my tight hole, making my cry out at the empty feeling, and also had to force myself to stop my orgasms. I continued sucking you, but looked up into your eyes, silently begging you. You gestured to your friend and the pleasure chest, and moments later I felt my glass dildo enter my rear entrance. I moaned and writhed as your friend started using both toys in my holes, like two pistons pumping into me. At the same time, you continued to hold me by my hair and thrust into me, also grabbing onto the chain on my nipples, having complete control over my body as you fucked my mouth while my other holes were being pounded. I continued climaxing, my orgasms running into each other as I was inundated with pleasure. You started thrusting faster and I knew you were close as well. Moments later, you groaned and started to spurt your cum into my mouth; I continued to suck as you came, wanting to taste every last drop of you, savoring you on my tongue.

Finally, you pulled out of me, and your friend removed the two toys. Exhausted, I collapsed on the floor in a heap, my muscles too tired to move. You and your friend continued to talk for a while as you got dressed and I recovered some of my strength. He started to say goodbye, and you walked him to the door. He told you that he was feeling much better, and thanked you for the wonderful evening and your hospitality, but you told him that you were just glad that we had cheered him up, that that's what friends are for. You came back to the living room and helped me up, then led me by my nipple chain to our bedroom. I gasped as you removed the clamps from my nipples, the blood returning to them and making them even more tender. You stroked my hair and pulled me to your chest, saying how pleased you were with me, that I had served you very well. I smiled and nuzzled up against you, blushing at your praise. My body was sore, but also satisfied, and I felt myself slipping into sleep, proud that I had done what you wanted, happy to be your little toy.



What Friends are For



It's funny how you never mean for things to turn out the way they do, but they always seems to work out.

It had been the week from hell. Nothing seemed to be going right for me. My car broke down; my boyfriend of three years left me for his hairdresser; my boss decided to choose this week to become "Sir Gropes-A-Lot"; then to top it all off, just as I was about to shut myself away for the weekend with a pint of Ben & Jerry's, my best friend calls and says she's having a crisis. She needs me to come over to her place "right away". 

I was having a hard enough time dealing with my own problems, much less hers. But, being the wonderful friend that I am, I threw my problems into the freezer with Ben & Jerry and left to conquer hers.

Mary had been my best friend for what seemed like forever. We had known each other since kindergarten. However, we hadn't truly become friends until high school, when I accidentally broke her boyfriend's nose with my history book. Hey, it's not like I meant to do it or anything. After his hospital visit, we all found it to be quite funny. Ever since that day, she and I have shared almost everything. Her secrets were mine; mine were hers. I helped her with her problems; she helped me with mine. She never balked when I needed her help so I couldn't do that to her. She had sounded so distraught over the phone. I grabbed my "take anywhere" backpack and jumped in the car. Her house was only a mile or so from mine. I could have walked the short distance, but as pitiful as she sounded I didn't want to take any longer than necessary.

She was waiting at the door for me. I had never seen her look so bad. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her hair was a mess. She threw herself into my arms and started bawling and babbling incoherently. 

I felt the best thing for me to do was get her inside and calm her down. "Mary, honey let's go inside." I guided her through the door and into the living room.

Once I managed to get her inside, I noticed that not only was she a mess, but so was her house. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good. Mary was always a bit of a neat freak; especially compared to me. 

I sat her down on the couch and went in search of something strong to drink. Neither she nor I were regular drinkers, but we each kept an emergency bottle hidden in the cupboards. I mixed us both a drink, being sure to add a tad more to hers. She really looked like she needed it. 

Setting our glasses on the coffee table, I plopped on the couch and snuggled in close to her. "Ok sweetie, tell me everything." I said, taking her into my arms.

"It was awful! Do you remember me telling you about Barbara? You know, the chick with the big boobs from work? The one who wears all the really low cut tops and then dangles them in front of the guys? Well, this morning I walked into my boss' office to ask him about this case I'm working on and you won't believe this…He had her down on her knees in front of his desk and he was shoving his dick down her throat! He had his back arched and his hands were pushing her head down as hard as he could. It was like watching a train wreck! I couldn't look away! I actually stood there in shock and stared for a few seconds. I hate to admit it, but it almost turned me on. I mean, maybe if it wasn't my horrible boss and maybe if it wasn't her then it might have. To make things worse, as if it couldn't get worse, he turns and faces me! He smiled in that slimy way of his and said 'This is how you become a partner, Mary. You might want to take notes.' As if! Then he pulls out of her and spewed his cum all in her face. She turned to me smiling and licked it from around her mouth! I started gagging and ran out of the room. All the while I could hear their laughter. I swear I am never going back to that place! I don't care if I have to get a job flipping burgers. There is no way I can look at those two ever again!"

She finished her story, half-draped over me weeping openly. At first, I wasn't quite sure what to say. She was obviously traumatized. I briefly thought about my slimy boss and how I would feel to see him in that position. I almost gagged too.

I petted her dark curly head, crooning to her as you would a child. After a few minutes, I came up with a brilliant idea. 

"Hey, Mar, I have an idea." I forced her head up, smiling at her with my most evil smile.

"No. Hell no. Uh-uh. No way woman! I know what that smile means. It means that someone (quite possibly me) will suffer and know unbearable pain." She bounced up off of the couch in one fluid motion, leaving me to fall unceremoniously on my face. "You know what happens when you get these ideas! Lucy and Ethel didn't get into this much trouble!"

"Ah come on Mar! Just hear me out ok? I don't want to see you flipping burgers. God, I can smell the grease on your clothes now! Do you really want that? Do you want to work with "Junior McBurger" lusting after you over the fry vat and whacking off in the bathroom to fantasies of you in your greasy uniform?" (At this she whimpered somewhat miserably) "You know you don't. So just hear me out. We don't actually have to go through with it if you consider it a horrible idea."

"Fine, but first, give me my drink. I have a feeling I'm going to need it. Better yet, just go get the bottle."

I laughed and handed her the drink. "Here let's start with this. Then we'll see if the other is necessary. Come sit down, relax and let me regale you with my stupendous idea."

"Have you ever noticed how close the words "stupendous and stupid" are?" She said grinning at me.

"Ha-ha very funny" I replied sarcastically "Just sit down, hush, and listen."

"Ok, here's the plan. You can't go into work being cowed by the two of them. You have to take total control over the situation. You have to be the one with the power. Otherwise they are just going to use it against you at every opportunity. We are going to go through your closet and find your sexiest power suit: shortest skirt, tightest bust… the works. We're going to dress you up so that you can dress them down. He wouldn't have said that unless he wanted you in her position. Use that against him. As for her, we'll just go with pity. Make her feel ashamed of herself. Keep calling her your "poor dear" and stuff like that. When you go into work tomorrow, I want you to make sure you find every opportunity to bend over in front of him. Show him your ass and your boobs every chance you get. Do it inconspicuously. Don't let him know you are doing it on purpose. Then towards the end of the day, right before he goes home, walk into his office, ask him to have a seat if he's standing, and then plant one of your pumps firmly into the center of his chest. If it helps, you can sit on his desk, but it's better if you can stand. Then tell him in no uncertain terms- you can use your lawyer speak if necessary-, that there was no way you were giving him head. Tell him his dick was too small and that you really should have known considering the car he drives. Tell him that you'd rather be a peon, than be pissed on. Then, reach over, pat him on the cheek and walk out with your head high." I took a deep breath, proud that I had gotten all of that out without her saying one word.

I should have looked a bit closer at her during my explanation. She was sitting on the couch, mouth wide open, and a look of utter shock on her face. 

"It was a good idea, huh?" I asked eagerly.

"Umm, well, it was something." She replied.

"Oh come on! What's not to like about it?" I whined.

"Well," she began, "I'm not sure I have the balls to do something like that. What if he gets grabby? What if he shoves me into the supply closet or something? Look at me! Do I look like some dom that can just walk in and take control of every situation? Even before this, I could barely stand to look the man in the eyes. I'm a nerd, Lily, nothing more. I don't even know if I have a suit like that! That's what's wrong with your idea."

I suddenly felt deflated. I wasn't really sure how to respond. I was supposed to be helping her, not making her feel worse. I sighed deeply and took a long sip from my drink. I looked over at Mary and suddenly realized that even though she was a nerd, underneath all of that depressing frump, she was really hot. Now I just had to figure out a way to convince her of it. I thought about what always made me feel good about myself. I just hoped it would work for Mary too. 

I set my drink back down and walked over to her. By the time I was done, she was going to feel like the Queen of Sheba. "I know you're feeling crappy, but we're having none of that." I fully informed her. "Forget about that plan for now. I have another plan, but this one is just to make you feel better. I can't work with you being so glum."

She looked up at me hesitantly, a worried frown on her brow. "What are you planning on doing to me? I'm not sure if I want to go with you."

I smiled brightly, held out my hand and whispered, "Trust me."

She slowly put her hand in mine and stood.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her forcefully to her bedroom. It took a bit more force than I had planned because she kept digging in her heels. "Where are we going? Why are we going into the bedroom?" She kept whining. 

Once I got her into the bedroom I nudged her down onto the bed. She really got a worried look then. I just smiled. Then I turned my back on her and started rummaging through her chest of drawers. I threw bits and pieces of clothing at her until I had pulled out everything that I had been looking for. 

I then walked into her bathroom and started running the water in the tub, making sure to pour her bath oil in. 

"Ok sister, off with the clothes!" I ordered her.

"Why? What are you doing? I'm not doing anything else until you tell me what you have planned."

I gave her a look and made a move towards her. She leapt off the bed and ran a few steps from me. 

"Look, I want to help you feel better. What always makes me feel better is a bit of spa treatment. However, instead of handing you over to a spa, I'm going to do this for you. So, either you take them off or I will. One way or another you're getting naked and getting in the tub."

"Couldn't you have just said 'Mary, go take a bath.'?"

"I could, but I'm going to help you. I'm going to wash your back and your hair and make sure you relax. Now will you please get off those horrible clothes and get into the tub?"

She resisted still, so I quickly closed the space between us and grabbed her arm. I pulled her into the bathroom with her steadily smacking at my hands. 

"I'm going to do it, just give me a second." 

I gave her a little space and let her undress herself. She slowly stripped off everything except her panties. She put her hands over her breasts, thinking to shield them from me.

"Mar, we have the same parts. It's not like I haven't seen them before. Just get your ass in the tub before I put you there."

She blushed the entire time it took her to take off her panties and get into the tub. I laughed gently at her, making fun of her shyness. I knew that I was going to have to do something to break her out of her shell. I wasn't sure just what yet, but I knew I'd figure it out. In the meantime I was going to try to help her relax a little.

Once the water was finished, I turned it off and grabbed the soap. She was sitting rigid in the tub with her breasts still covered. 

"For the love of …. Would it help if I took off my top too? I don't want to get it wet anyway." 

She nodded somewhat, so I pulled off my blouse and threw it on the counter. Her eyes turned to saucers. 

"You aren't wearing a bra!"

"Neither are you." I laughed. 

"Yeah, but I was!"

"So, we're even now. Just hush and hand me the cloth."

I took the cloth from her and dipped it in the tub. She flinched and fidgeted around in the tub. . I ignored her protest and proceeded to lather the cloth. I pushed her head forward a bit so that I could reach her back. I ran the cloth over her back, making small circles with it. After a few minutes her back was covered with bubbles and she was sighing. I knew she was slowly breaking. I set the cloth on the tub and massaged her back and shoulders. The lather on her back made my hands slip easily over her skin. I had to lean in further when I massaged her shoulders and neck, causing my breast to brush up against her slick back. I thought I heard her whimper but I ignored it. I decided to help her out a little more with her bath. I took each arm and washed it thoroughly making sure to massage each one afterwards. She never made a noise other than to sigh or gasp. I moved onto her chest from there. I was sure she was still a bit uncomfortable so I avoided her breasts and concentrated on washing above them. Occasionally the cloth would brush against her nipples causing her to gasp. 

"I'll wash your legs and then leave the other parts for you to do, before I wash your hair." 

She nodded briefly before raising her right leg from the water. I had to lean in again to wash this part of her, causing water to run down my chest. My body was getting soaked, but I ignored it, worrying more about making her feel better. I washed her feet and legs, massaging them as well. She groaned out loud when I massaged her feet. She must not get that very often. I massaged my way up her leg, making sure not to get too close to the apex of her thighs. She squirmed a good bit, but didn't say anything. Her head had lolled back and a look of ecstasy was on her face. I sat back on the balls of my feet and watched her for a moment. Peace had slipped over her features leaving her face aglow with youth and happiness. It had been a long time since I had seen her this at peace. Unintentionally, I also noticed the erotic image that she portrayed. Leaning back against the tub, waves of bathwater brushing against her nipples, she could have been Aphrodite herself. Water and oil glistened on the surface of her breasts vying for attention, calling out to be touched. 

I shook myself out of my daydream and continued with my task, wondering briefly what had come over me. Maybe I was just suffering withdrawals. It had been awhile since my boyfriend had left. I promised myself a bit of personal attention once I was home and Mary had been taken care of.

Being finished with my task, I nipped her on the toe, to let her know that I was done.

"Ouch! What was that for?" she yelped.

"If your highness is ready, you can finish up what I have nicely started while I dry myself off." I replied, reaching for the nearest towel. "I'm going to have to borrow a pair of slacks from you. I've managed to soak the ones I had on." (In more ways than one.) 

I removed my dripping slacks, shocking Mary once again. "You're not wearing underwear!" 

"Aren't you supposed to be finishing your bath?" I found myself getting a bit of a tingle, knowing that she was watching me undress as she bathed herself. I really needed to get a grip quick. This was my best friend and thus far, I had been strictly a guy's girl. 

I hurried and toweled myself off, glancing occasionally to see if she was done yet. She was still watching me, but with an odd look upon her face. 

"Come on slow-poke, get your butt out of the tub, there is more to this idea than letting you sit in there till you prune." I prodded.

She stuck her tongue out at me and released the water from the tub. Standing, she climbed out of the tub and reached for her towel. A wave of lust washed over me that almost buckled my knees. I couldn't stop staring. Small curls had escaped her bun and framed her face, clinging to her skin. She glistened from head to toe. Her pert breast, while not small, were not overly large either. They stood up and said "Hi! Look at me! Touch me!" The nipples were taut, ready. I almost found myself reaching for them. I glanced lower to her hips noticing the gentle flare with the promise of an ample rear. I waited hoping she'd turn that I might see. Her pussy was neatly trimmed a small triangle of dark hair still damp with beads of water shining like dew. She finally turned, bending to dry her legs and the view was sumptuous. Her ass was perfect. It was perfectly rounded on bottom, slowly tapering at the top to her narrow waist. Her pussy lips peeked at me from just between her legs. My tongue quickly darted out,wanting to bury itself deep within the folds. Now I understood why guys were always following behind her. 

I quickly removed myself from the bathroom, hoping to put some distance between the two of us. I needed to calm down if I was going to finish with my idea. With the state I was in, there was no way I could touch her again and not make a fool of myself. I knew Mary might forgive me, but I'm not sure I'd forgive myself. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to catch my breath. I didn't realize until she walked out that I was still quite nude. 

"Why are you sitting there on the edge of the bed naked?"

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry I was kinda dazed there for a second." I said, fumbling my words. I ran back into the bathroom to grab my shirt and throw it on. 

"So what now Ms. Bossy?" she asked. "Do I stand her naked all afternoon?" 

"Um, no, you need to get rid of the towel and lie down on the bed. I'm going to give you a massage. Then we are going to dress you up in the sexiest outfit we can find in this travesty you call a closet. "

"Bitch, bitch, boss, boss. I think that is your native language. It's a good thing you're my best friend."

"Yeah, yeah, you're just as fluent as I am. Now lose the towel and hop on the bed."

She grudgingly complied, climbing up into the very center of the bed and collapsing onto the pillow. I had to climb all the way onto the bed in order to reach her. Her skin was so oily from the bath, I didn't have to bother with massage oil. On my knees, I nestled myself in beside her, trying to find the best access to all of her parts. I started with her lower back, rubbing my thumbs down her spine as I grazed her sides with the tips of my fingers. Her perfect ass was staring me right in the face. I pulled my gaze away and focused on her back, eliciting moans of pleasure. I realized, due to my position, I could go down, but not up, so I decided to give into my base nature. I tentatively reached down with both hands and grasped her slick round ass, a cheek in each hand.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Full body massage. Just relax." I managed to grind out between my clenched teeth. 

I squeezed and ran my hands up and down letting my thumbs graze just inside her crack. I knew I shouldn't, but my hands were not my own at that moment. They needed to touch her and I couldn't stop them. I shifted a bit and realized that a pool of moisture was growing between my legs. I was dripping all onto her bed. I hoped I wouldn't have to explain that later. I leaned up some and let my hands progress down onto her thighs, causing my barely covered breast to brush against the globes of her ass. My already taut nipples fought against the confinement of my shirt begging to be free. Meanwhile, Mary is moaning up a storm, not helping the situation at all. 

I've never had a full body massage before," she mumbled into the pillow. "This is great." She wiggled her bottom for effect accidentally causing my thumb to brush against the lips of her pussy. The very wet lips of her pussy! I jerked my hands back as if burned. She flinched and groaned. I looked at my thumb and noticed her juices soaking the tip of it. I popped it quickly into my mouth before she could notice. Oh God, she tasted so good. The puddle between my legs flooded the blanket beneath me. I had never been this wet before. I wanted nothing more at this moment than to run my tongue down the slick crack of her ass and into the waiting pool of juices at the bottom. I almost came at the thought. Realizing that she was enjoying this in almost the same way, I decided to risk a little. I continued to massage her ass and thighs, but kept "accidentally" brushing against her. My thumbs were coated in her juices. Her breathing was labored and she couldn't stop squirming against the bed. I knew that if I kept it up, she'd come in no time, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, not without her permission at least. I decided to pay less attention to her ass, and actually massage her back. I repositioned myself trying to reach her upper back. Being on her right side as I was, I couldn't seem to reach her well enough. I braced myself and climbed over her back to her other side. Just as I was straddling her, I dripped.




What Friends are For



"What was that?" She mumbled.

"What was what?" I hedged, knowing damn good and well what it was. 

"The wet stuff that hit my back. What was it?"

"Oh, um, just some lotion. Your back was drying out." 

"Really? I didn't think I had any lotion in here. Let me see."

With that, she leaned up and turned towards me. Nothing in the world could have stopped my dripping pussy from brushing against her side, and man did it feel great. 

"Oh! What? Lily, um wow. I don't know if I'd call that lotion although it is quite lubricating." 

Then Mary, my best friend, the woman I thought I knew, surprised the hell out of me. She turned the rest of the way over. My dripping pussy hovered just below her navel. If I moved down two or three inches, I'd be directly above her pussy. I groaned out loud. Juices from my pussy were steadily running down my leg, soaking her waist. I couldn't look at her yet. I raised my eyes a little and got a full view of her breasts. Her nipples were tight little pink buds in the darkness of her areolae. I forced myself to gaze higher. The small smile that played upon her full lips encouraged me more than words ever could. I slowly leaned forward and placed a light kiss on that smiling mouth. 

"You really are beautiful you know." I said.

Smiling even more, she reached with one finger and popped me on the nose. Then she took that finger and ran it through the folds of my pussy lips. She drew back her finger and rubbed my juices onto her straining nipples. 

"Suck it off."

At that point, I stopped thinking altogether. I latched onto her left boob, sucking every drop of my juices off. I used my right hand to massage the nipple on her right. I could feel her hips starting to rise off of the bed. I lowered that last couple of inches. Stars exploded behind my eyes at the sensation of her pussy pressing against my own. I pushed myself a little harder onto her, grinding my hips. 

"Lily!" she yelled, "Stop! I don't want to cum just yet."

"You know you can cum more than once." I teased, grinding up against her again. I felt the first stirrings of my own orgasm. "I plan on it."

I bent my head down to hers and sucked her lower lip into my mouth, forcing my breasts to rub against hers. Oil slicked breasts rubbing and sliding together create such an intense sensation. I pressed myself against her over and over again until both of us were writhing.

"Lily! I can't hold back any longer! I need to cum. Oh please, just fuck me! Now!" 

I couldn't hold back any longer either. I slammed my pussy into hers over and over again. Clit against clit. Pussies colliding and sliding against each other. I leaned down and kissed her, sucking her tongue into my mouth as I came. She screamed, holding my ass as tight as she could to press me to her harder. Shudders ripped through her body as her orgasm erupted. I felt a rush of hot liquid spray against my pussy lips. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'she's a gusher!' I came again feeling her orgasm spray against me. 

Once my aftershocks had quieted down, I sucked and kissed my way from her mouth, down her tits to the waiting flood down below. Using my tongue, I lapped up every drop of her cum. I fucked her, in and out, with my tongue, being sure to flick the tip against that special spot. I found her clit and sucked it like a dick. I lathed my tongue over it like an ice cream and sucked it back into my mouth until she started to squirm once again. There was one thing I had always wanted to do. I removed my mouth just long enough to take my tits and rub them on her pussy. Nipple to clit the feeling clenched my pussy muscles over and over. With girl cum smothered all over my tits, I rubbed them together in my hands and offered them up to her. She took each nipple into her mouth, sucking and cleaning the cum off. Moans echoed from her throat as she buried her face in between my tits and pinched my nipples. She tongued my cleavage until I was panting. 

"Would you mind if I rubbed my pussy against your boobs?" I asked hesitantly "I want to feel what you just did."

"Oh yes, I think I would like that." she breathed out.

I shimmied my hips up to her chest, straddling her tits between my legs. Up on my knees, I shifted side to side to rub each nipple across my clit. 

"Lily if you face the other way, I can touch and taste you as well." 

I did as she suggested, turning, so that she could eat me. Sixty-nine always had been a favorite position of mine. She grabbed onto my ass cheeks and shoved her face into my pussy. Her groans vibrated across my lips, sending shocks of pleasure to my clit. I rubbed my body down hers until my face was buried in the folds of her pussy as well. I nibbled on the outer lips.

 "Yip! What was that? Oh! Don't stop, just do it again!" 

I nipped her again. My tits rubbed back and forth across her stomach teasing my nipples each time she jerked or twitched. 

I flicked my tongue across her clit and rubbed my finger just inside her. She bucked against my finger sending it deeper into her. I put a second finger inside and finger fucked her while trying to keep contact with her clit. She was losing control and I loved every second of it. While I was trying to force another volcanic orgasm from her, she was busy doing the same to me. She had her finger deep into my ass and one in my pussy while she sucked on my clit. There was nothing I could do to keep myself from cumming. Apparently neither could Mary. Her cum sprayed all over my face and filled my mouth. I sucked down every bit, laving up drops wherever I found them. I was still tingling from my monstrous orgasm, but I forced myself to roll off of her and onto my side. 

"Sheesh Mary, I think you killed me. I'm dead, done for, kaput." I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug; thinking that I had forgotten to wash her hair for her. I snuggled closer and fell fast asleep. I dreamed of shower massagers, Mary's beautiful pussy and things to come.



What Friends Are For



This is an entry in the 2008 Literotica Nude Day Contest. If found anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. 

© Copyright Les Lumens

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Ron grabbed the mail and walked over to the adjacent mailbox. "What's up, Frank? Dan come through with the beer?"

Frank looked over his shoulder and then answered, "Yeah, but we're headed to the lake."

"Dude — you know I'm stuck here. What the fuck?"

Frank shrugged and offered something resembling a look of sympathy. "I forgot it was one of Mom's freaky-deekie hippie holidays. When I got up this morning and she was still home with a flower in her hair, I knew it was time to get out. Dan's gonna be here in a couple minutes."

"This blows goats, man."

"Just come with us. What are the parentals gonna do — ground you? You're eighteen, man — and we'll be at college in the fall anyway."

"Yeah, and I'll have no wheels. Staying home and out of trouble while they went on their anniversary cruise was the one condition to them buying me the Mustang. If they call and I don't answer..."

"Sorry, man. I'll leave you a six-pack."

"You suck."

Frank laughed and turned to wave to their friend Dan pulling into the drive. Ron naturally accepted the six-pack and headed back into the house. He sighed as his friends let out a whoop and roared out onto the road.

Ron pulled a beer out of the backpack his friend had hidden it in, twisting the top off the bottle as soon as he closed the door behind him. Irritated that he had to miss the bash at the lake, he went upstairs and cranked up his music.

Two beers later, the novelty of blasting out tunes as loud as he wanted wore off. Ron flopped onto his bed, staring at the posters of bikini-clad women on the slanted ceiling above. He let out a growl, knowing that Frank and the others were hanging out with the real thing at the lake.

For a minute or so, he considered raiding his Dad's old porn collection in the attic — old being the operative word. The movies, made in the 70s, were almost more comical than hot.

"Check it out. Even his dick has sideburns!" Frank had quipped once the group managed to get the old Super-8 projector working.

The effort of setting up the projector and then getting everything back into the box exactly as he'd found it turned Ron away from the notion as much as the dated nature of the dirty movies. His dad knew too much about computers to risk hunting up porn on the 'Net. A quick flip through the channels on the television brought no relief from boredom and irritation, either.

As he cracked open his fourth beer, he finally started feeling the buzz. The two remaining beers wouldn't keep that buzz going long, and then he'd lose even that tiny bit of relief. Two more days, he tried to console himself. Then I'll be cruising in my Mustang. The pussy will be falling over itself coming after me once I hit the cruise lap in my baby.

That didn't help now, though. Ron peeked out the window into Frank's back yard, where he and his friends had entertained several hot girls the day before. More than a few of those girls had dropped their tops at some point during the day, and a couple had even kissed, driving Ron and his friends crazy. Nobody had gotten laid, but the signals looked good.

Ron tried not to think about the distinct possibility that those signs were coming to fruition out at the lake right now — without him.

Just as he started to turn away from the window, something moving behind the sliding glass doors of the deck caught his eye. Ron grinned, thinking that maybe Frank's hot mom might come out in a bikini again. She might be in her forties, but she still looked damn good — even better in a bikini.

Naturally, it drove Frank crazy when his friends commented on it, which they did often.

The phone rang, and Ron turned to pick it up. He rolled his eyes when he saw a toll-free number, and knew it was another political phone call wanting to poll him or solicit donations. He dropped the phone on the bed again and looked back out the window. 

Ron's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. For a couple of heartbeats, he stood stunned in the window. Then, his brain kicked in and he darted out from in front of the window, but didn't take his eyes off the sight in Frank's yard below.

Miss Malone wasn't wearing her bikini. She wasn't wearing anything at all.

"Holy fucking shit," Ron muttered in complete disbelief.

She stood bent over her deck chair, spreading a towel over the wooden slats, which treated Ron to a wonderful view of her ass. Her bottom looked just as good bare as it did in a bikini or a pair of tight jeans. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth as she moved, showing evidence of gravity taking its toll over the years — but only a little.

The urge to move back into the window for a better view was almost impossible to resist as Ron's neighbor stood, stretching her arms above her and letting her head loll back. A curtain of pale blonde hair hung halfway down her back toward her outthrust bottom. He could just make out a little blonde triangle between her legs.

Miss Malone lay down on her deck chair, soaking up the sun. The bright sunlight falling directly on her let Ron see that her nipples were just a little darker than her skin, surrounded by large areolas.

Ron watched for a minute or two, still finding it hard to believe the evidence of his eyes. He knew that it was unlikely anyone else could see into the yard, as he and Frank had checked that carefully before deciding it was safe to let the small parties Frank held spill out into the yard and the pool.

Tearing his eyes away, Ron quickly rummaged through the clutter on his computer desk until he found his digital cam. Gotta get a picture or nobody will believe a word of this. Holding only the camera low in front of the window, he aimed by looking at the LCD screen.

Ron snapped the picture and then switched the camera over to preview mode. "Shit," he cursed when he saw that the window had distorted the image, making it impossible to really see anything in the picture. Three more attempts produced the same blurry results. He knew he had to get the window out of the way if he wanted a decent picture. Kneeling down below the window, he clicked the latches and pushed upward with the utmost of care. Once he lifted the window four inches or so, Ron slipped back around to the edge of the window to see if she'd noticed anything.

Miss Malone hadn't moved, and her eyes were still closed. Ron grinned and reached for the camera again. This time, the three shots came out clear as a bell. Two more shots on zoom were also perfect. The guys are going to shit when they see these, he thought.

His grin grew wider as he realized that the camcorder had a much better zoom than his little camera. He had a flash card that would work with it as well. Ron flew out of his room and down the stairs, hurrying to the cabinet in the family room to retrieve the camera.

His room was already growing a bit warm from the summer heat pouring through the crack in the window, but Ron decided it was worth it. As he returned to his covert post next to the window, he saw something that spurred him to hurry to set up the camcorder.

While Miss Malone spread sunscreen over her face and neck, Ron scrambled to put his flash card in the camera and get into position. Fuck yeah, he thought as he positioned the camera and the screen. Miss Malone squirted a generous stream of the creamy sunblock over her breasts, promising a fine show.

Ron zoomed in as his beautiful neighbor massaged the lotion into her large breasts. Un-fucking-believable, Ron thought as he tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock to hold the camera steady. She followed the sexy display by coating her tummy and arms with the lotion. Then, she lifted her left leg, the one opposite his vantage point.

Ron tightened the shot, getting a fair view of his neighbor's pink folds while she spread lotion over her leg. Damn, she's got a great pussy. Ron's cock throbbed even harder as Miss Malone rubbed the lotion on her inner thighs, coming tantalizingly close to touching her sex.

A quiet, excited whistle passed Ron's lips as she switched legs, obscuring his view. He zoomed back out, enjoying the relaxed look on her face as she slathered the lotion over her long, sexy leg.

When she rolled over a while later, putting lotion on her bottom, Ron glanced at the clock. He was a little stunned to discover that he'd been staring at her and filming for around twenty minutes. He kept the camera running until she finished with her butt, and then shut it off. As she struggled to evenly cover her back, he thought, Need some help with that? I wish.

A drop of sweat convinced him that it was time to close the window. With the same care he'd taken in opening it, Ron closed the window and removed his flash card from the camcorder. Hiding both it and the memory card from his camera in a safe location, he adjusted his erection and went downstairs.

With the camcorder back in its place and the air conditioning cranked up, Ron returned to his room. Though the novelty was beginning to wear off, he still couldn't resist looking out the window on occasion as he polished off his last two beers.

Simply looking wasn't doing much for him when she rolled back over onto her back, but the fantasies running through his head were beginning to. Pulling over a chair to his spot next to the window, he let the real vision of her guide a daydream about going down there and giving her a good reason to be naked. His eyes closed and he let his mental image take over.

The phone ringing startled him out of the daydream about her sucking his cock while he squeezed her tits. Giving his hard cock a final squeeze through his denim shorts, he leaned back and grabbed the phone off the bed. "Yello?"

"Do you really think you're being sneaky, Ron?"

Ron bit off a curse as he nearly overbalanced and fell out of the chair. "Uhm — what, Miss Malone?" He hastily scooted his chair back and leaned up against the wall to make sure he couldn't possibly be seen through the window.

She laughed. "Come on now, I saw you in the window. I saw you there almost from the moment I walked outside."

"Dunno what you're talking about," Ron lied, his mind racing.

"Oh, calm down. It's Nude Day, and if I was worried about someone seeing me naked, I wouldn't be out celebrating in my back yard."

"Err... Okay, I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Ron, stop lying. I saw you watching, and I know you were taking pictures, too. That could get you in a lot of trouble, you know? Especially if you start showing it to other people. Bring the memory cards or whatever over here right now."

"Pictures? Look, this is really weird, Miss Malone. Have you been drinking or something?"

She sighed. "Well, I'll just have your parents take care of this when they get home, since you won't be a man and do the right thing. Goodbye."

Ron's heart nearly stopped. He knew his parents would believe his neighbor over him in a second, even if he got rid of all the evidence. "W-w-wait," he stammered, risking a look out the window. He didn't see her anywhere.

"Yes?"

"Okay, I'll bring the cards over."

"That's better. The front door is unlocked."

The phone clicked, revealing that she'd hung up.

"I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead," he muttered as he retrieved the cards and tried to summon up the courage to face the music. He picked up the phone, even his anxious state not enough to keep him from remembering the bargain that would put him behind the wheel of his dream car.

The walk down the stairs and out of the house felt as though it took forever, but the walk down the sidewalk toward his neighbor's front door almost seemed as though it happened in slow motion. He could almost hear someone standing beside him chanting, Dead man walkin'.

Ron finally stepped up onto the porch and reached for the doorbell. He remembered her saying that the front door was unlocked, and grabbed the knob. It turned, so he opened the door and stepped inside. "Uhm, hello?" He winched as his voice cracked from his nervousness, making him feel even more like a teenager on the way to the Principal's office.

"Back here, Ron," she called to him from near the back door.

Once again, sweat beaded on Ron's face, but this time heat had nothing to do with it. He felt as though every drop of beer was about to come back up. Somehow, he put one foot in front of the other and walked through the house.

Ron froze as he stepped into the light streaming through the sliding glass doors. The unexpected sight of his neighbor — still nude — shocked him beyond his ability to process.

Miss Malone crooked her finger to beckon him near, and then held out her hand for the cards fisted in Ron's. "Hand them over. I told you, I'm celebrating Nude Day. You act like you've never seen a naked woman before."

Ron looked away as he approached, holding out the memory cards. She took them from him and said, "I suppose everyone would have had a good laugh from looking at an old woman's saggy body."

Ron shook his head, his eyes falling on her breasts of their own volition. He tore his gaze away, but he could see that she'd noticed.

"No — what?"

Ron hesitated, trying to figure out what to say. He finally answered, "We wouldn't have laughed."

"Then why were you taking pictures?" She waited for a few seconds while he tried to think of an excuse, and then laughed. "I know why. You're not any better at keeping quiet than you are at keeping hidden. I've heard you, Dan, and the others teasing Frank about me."

"We were just fu... Messing around."

"So I'm not a Milf?" She asked with a little pout in her voice. She revealed the pout on her face when she leaned into his field of vision. "And here I felt all warm and tingly because you thought I was hot."

Though he tried to avoid it, Ron's eyes darted down to her breasts. She was wearing some perfume that had an effect even more intoxicating than the beer he'd drank earlier.

A sensual, knowing grin spread across her face. "You do think I'm sexy, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, take a good look. I'm right here."

Between the scent of her perfume, her closeness, and the sexy tone of her voice, Ron's fear melted away. He looked at her, drinking in her body with his eyes.

She shivered, causing her breasts to jiggle. "My, my — what do you think?"

"You're fucking hot," Ron replied.

"Mmm — prove it to me."

"Huh?" Ron asked, his eyes focusing on the triangle of hair on her mound, and the hints of her sex he could see below.

"If you really think I'm hot, you should be hard. Show me." She reached out to toy with the button of his denim shorts. "You can celebrate Nude Day with me."

The decision wasn't difficult at all. All the blood was rushing out of Ron's head and into his cock. He unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper. She kept her hand touching his the whole time, and let out an excited moan when she could see his erection pressing against his briefs.

Ron gasped as she squeezed his cock through his underwear. "That feels good, Miss Malone."

She chuckled. "Please call me Vivian, Ron." Without waiting for him to acknowledge her request, she pulled down his underwear and let out a sensual growl. "Gorgeous."

Vivian tugged down on his shorts, and Ron pulled off his shirt in a rush.

"Do you know how many times I've used my vibrator while thinking about you?" Vivian asked as he stomped on the heels of his shoes to remove them. "I want you. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh yeah," Ron answered, cupping her heavy breasts in his hands. They felt every bit as good as they looked.

Vivian grabbed one of his wrists as she opened the sliding doors, guiding him out into the yard. She stepped off of the deck into the grass, and immediately pulled him into a kiss.

Ron groaned into the aggressive kiss, marveling at the feeling of her breasts pressing against him and his cock brushing against her bare skin. His hands roamed over her body, both finally finding her bottom and kneading it as he returned her kisses with equal hunger.

Vivian pulled away with a sexy sigh and guided his hand between her legs. Ron slipped a finger inside her. "See how wet I am? You're making me so hot." She then wrapped her hand around his cock.

Ron added a second finger and leaned down to lick her right nipple. "Oh, that's good," she moaned, lifting her breast with her free hand so he could reach her nipple with more ease.

Vivian's hand stroked up and down his shaft as he sucked the stiff bud. After a few seconds, let out a gasp and put her hand on his cheek. When he looked into her eyes, she smiled, and slowly dropped down to her knees in the grass.

A sharp gasp burst from his lips and he twitched as she lapped the full length of his cock. "Feel good?"

"Incredible," he replied as her soft, wet tongue glided over his hard flesh again.

Ron put his hands on her shoulders as she lapped him, covering his cock in a glistening coating of saliva. She gazed up into his eyes, smiling at him while teasing the swollen helmet of his cock with the tip of her tongue. Her grin widened as she wrapped her hand around the base.

"Ohh," Ron groaned as she wrapped her lips around him and took him in her hot mouth. She didn't tease in the slightest, sucking about half of his cock at a rapid pace, right from the start.

A couple of girls had sucked his cock before, but he'd never felt anything like his neighbor's mouth. She sucked him hard and fast, her teeth never once scraping over him. Her blonde hair whipped back and forth, and her breasts swung from her efforts, adding to the incredible feeling. "Yeah — suck me," he grunted.

She moaned around him, taking him even deeper. His hips twitched forward, forcing her mouth down to her fingers with every stroke. She kept just enough pressure on her arm to prevent him from choking her, and didn't miss a beat.

Ron could feel the itch building in his cock and knew he was going to come soon. Just as he was getting close to the point of no return, she released him with a long slurp. "Are you about to come?"

"Yeah," he gasped. "Nobody's ever blown me like that."

"I've probably had a lot more practice than the girls you've been with. You should warn a girl before you go off in her mouth, you know?"

"S-sorry," he responded as she licked his cockhead.

"Just let me know, so I'm ready for it." With that, she took him in again.

If anything, she sucked him even faster. She cupped his balls in her hand free hand, caressing them.

Ron was back on the edge within a few seconds. "Gonna come," he said in a tight gasp, his muscles tightening. A couple of sucks later, a growling gasp escaped him as he exploded in her mouth.

Vivian let out a high-pitched moan as he filled her mouth with cum. He gripped her shoulders hard as he continued to pulse, pumping more semen into her eagerly sucking mouth.

He jerked away when he couldn't endure any more. She licked her lips and moaned. "That was a lot of cum. I liked it."

His knees trembling, Ron panted for breath and stared down at her. She looked incredible, bringing a little dribble of his cum that had escaped her to her lips and sucking her finger. She grasped his hand, sensing that he had little strength to stand.

Ron dropped down to his knees, and then sat down hard. She remained kneeling in front of him, teasing her folds with the tip of her finger. "I guess it was good?"

"I don't think I've ever come that hard," Ron answered between pants.




What Friends Are For



Vivian lay down on the grass, still rubbing her nether lips. "That made me so hot. Lick my pussy — please?"

Lightheaded and feeling as if he barely had the strength to sit up, let alone move, he couldn't resist that request. As he levered back up to his knees, Vivian let her knees fall open and parted her nether lips, revealing just how wet she was.

The scent of her perfume earlier had driven him crazy, but the scent of her arousal as he moved between her legs was even more powerful. "Oh, yes," she sighed as his lips neared her sex.

Vivian's back arched as he slipped his tongue out for his first taste. He wriggled his tongue between her folds, drawing a long, warbling moan from her. The taste of her bittersweet juices and the heady scent spurred him to broaden his tongue to gather up even more of her nectar.

"Mmm, that feels so good. Eat my pussy."

No woman he'd ever been with had talked to him while he was going down on her, and he found it extremely arousing. She also writhed beneath him, small sounds of pleasure constantly emerging as he lapped her.

"Suck on my lips," she requested, her hand coming to rest on the back of his head.

Ron moved his head until he could find a good angle, and then did as she'd asked. The bumpy, slippery texture was fascinating, prompting him to suckle even more of her folds between his lips on his next suck.

"That's good. Change things every once in a while." She paused to moan and grind her pussy against his mouth. "Use the tip of your tongue, too."

Ron tried that, liking the way it made her twitch. He glanced up to see her fondling her breasts with her free hand and tweaking her stiff nipples. He then sucked her nether lips in again, just catching her hood and clit with his upper lip.

Vivian yelped and her fingers closed in his hair for a second. "Ooo, I liked that. You're licking me so good."

"That dirty talk is hot," Ron said before giving her a broad-tongued lap along the length of her sex.

"You like that, huh? Eat my pussy. Make me come on your tongue," she responded, her voice dropping in pitch and gaining a breathless quality.

Ron took her next cue as well, flicking his tongue over her clit when she reached down to lift her hood away from the swollen bud. "Oh yeah," she growled as his tongue danced over her. "Lick my clitty. Suck it."

He did exactly that, learning more about how to get a woman off this way with every passing second. He'd had to guess the first couple of times he went down on a woman, having nothing but porn to work with. He'd never stayed between a woman's legs this long either. He'd always ended up with his cock inside her not long after going down on her. Something about his sexy neighbor made him want to feel her come on his tongue, though.

When Vivian felt something brush against her leg, she tilted her head to the side and gasped. Ron was about half hard, and slowly swelling. She let her head fall to the grass again. "I'm getting close. Do it. Make my pussy come."

Ron lapped her faster, adding a few shakes of his head that he'd discovered had caused his last girlfriend to squeal. It prompted the same reaction in Vivian. Her milky juices flowed over his tongue as both the pace and volume of her breathing increased.

"Oh — so good. I'm going to come. Going to come for you."

Ron sucked her hood, clit, and a generous portion of her pink folds between his lips, wiggling his tongue back and forth while also swiveling his head in a small circle. A moment later, her hand pressing down on the back of his head prevented him from moving.

"Ohhh," she moaned, the sound long and drawn out. She followed this with a series of ever-louder exclamations, the last transforming into a yelp.

Vivian's fingers fisted in his hair. Her thighs clamped down on his ears and her hips rose up until her bottom hovered over the grass. Ron held on and kept lapping as best he was able, finding it hard to draw a breath sometimes as the sexy older woman just kept coming.

She finally relaxed her grip with a sharp, high-pitched moan. She lurched only a second later as another wave of ecstasy shot through her. Ron slipped from between her legs, the summer breeze kissing her juices that coated his face. A stream of her creamy juices trailed down from her twitching nether lips, over her bottom, and onto the grass below.

Ron ran his fingers through her wetness on his face, watching her twitch and listening to her moan. When she caught her breath, she looked up at him and smiled. "Oh yeah," she groaned, and then laughed. "I like a man that listens to me. Especially when he does what I tell him so well."

"So you got off?"

"What do you think?" Her eyebrows twitched upward, and then she nodded, adding a long, satisfied moan.

Ron reached down to touch his cock, once again rock-hard and throbbing. The knowledge that he'd made her come boosting his confidence and desire.

Vivian let her eyes drop to his manhood. She brought her knees up and back, her eyes locking with his. "Now fuck me, Ron."

"I don't have a rubber."

"You don't need one. My tubes are tied," she responded, parting her nether lips wide with her fingers and clenching her intimate muscles.

"You mean I can come inside you?" Ron asked as he knee-walked toward her.

"Mmm hmm. Fuck me and fill me full of cum."

Ron moved into position and reached down to aim the purple tip of his cock. As he touched her moist folds, she begged, "Give it to me."

Ron sank into her hot depths with a long groan. "Your pussy feels so good."

"Oh, so does your big cock. Fuck me, Ron."

He rocked his hips, watching her lips cling to him as he withdrew, as if trying to keep him inside her. His cock was coated in her juices on the very first thrust. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.

"Faster. Fuck me," Vivian demanded as she started rubbing her clit beneath its protective hood.

Ron grunted as he increased his pace, gripping her thighs harder for more leverage. The sound of their bodies colliding joined with the moist crackle of his cock sliding in and out of her clinging canal. As tight as she felt anyway, she squeezed her muscles every time he withdrew, creating even more hot friction.

Vivian's fingers moved faster as her passion mounted. Ron responded in kind, letting his body free of any controls to slam his cock home with ever-increasing power and speed.

"Harder. Faster. Oh! So good!" Vivian yelped, her fingers now a blur over her clit.

Ron growled and gasped from the effort of pounding her pussy. He could actually feel her slipping forward on the grass, and her breasts bounced erratically before his eyes. He could feel the hot itch building in his loins, and knew he wasn't going to last much longer at this pace. A fine sheen of sweat coated both of their bodies from the heat of the sun — and other things. He slowed a little, trying to hold out.

"Don't stop! I'm about to come!" Vivian whimpered, her face tight with building ecstasy.

Ron clenched his teeth, closing his eyes and concentrating every ounce of his willpower on holding back the volcanic eruption he knew was going to come any second now. He opened his eyes when she cried out, "Yes!"

Vivian's hands snapped to her breasts to squeeze them hard as she came. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream, every muscle in her body tight beneath her sweat-soaked skin. Ron couldn't hold back any longer, and slammed his cock inside her with a loud grunt. Clipped groans accompanied every pulse of his manhood inside her, jets of cum coating her walls and pooling around his throbbing organ.

Ron fell forward onto his hands, all his strength drained from him with his cum. Vivian whimpered and twitched from her continuing orgasm, her pussy clenching around him with every blissful wave of pleasure.

For long minutes, neither could move — at least voluntarily. Ron looked down at her, a smile of content satisfaction on her flushed face and her blonde hair spread out on the grass around her. His knees and arms were both starting to ache, and he knew he'd have to move soon. The last thing he wanted to do was pull free of her warm embrace, however.

A faint sound barely registered on his brain, lost in his continued study of the incredible woman looking back up at him in sensual admiration. When the phone rang a second time, he realized what it was. "Oh shit, my phone."

Knowing about the deal his parents had struck with him, Vivian said, "Go. Hurry." The sound of her whimper mingled with his grunt as he withdrew his softening cock from her.

Ron hurried back to the house, his pussy-slick cock bouncing almost painfully in his haste. He opened the door and snatched up the phone on the fourth ring. "Hello," he answered. "Yes, I'm being good."

"Very good," Vivian quietly added, rolling onto her side to watch him.

Ron brought a finger to his lips, worried that he'd say something stupid, prompting her to stifle a laugh. She waved him inside, understanding the need.

When he finished the phone call, Ron walked back outside. He saw Vivian climbing out of the pool, water streaming down her nude body. She quickly crossed to him and tenderly kissed him. "That was wonderful."

"You were incredible."

"Why don't you leave your back door open tonight?" She sensually suggested, letting her fingers play over his flaccid cock. "And the night after that."

"I wonder if I could get Mom and Dad to extend their cruise?"

Vivian laughed. "I wish. Maybe we'll figure out something after they get home." She kissed him again and said, "I'll remember this Nude Day for a long — long — time."

"Me too. It's my first, I guess. I never knew there was such a thing."

"Well, Happy Nude Day."

"Happy Nude Day."

"You should probably go wash off a little in the pool," she suggested. "As much as I want to keep you here, you should probably head back home, too. Go out the back gate. The bushes in your yard should keep anyone from seeing you. We probably attracted some attention from the neighbors."

Ron sighed and nodded his head. A few minutes later, he reluctantly returned home after another, much longer kiss.

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Ron jolted awake at the sound of a knock on the door, unaware that he'd fallen asleep. He could see that it was growing dark outside, which meant he'd been asleep for a while. He dropped the footrest of the Lay-Z-Boy and rocked up to his feet, yawning as he walked over to answer the door.

Frank looked around and slipped another six-pack into Ron's hand when he opened the door. "That's the first part of your consolation prize for missing the party at the lake."

Ron blinked and rubbed his eyes, sitting the beers down on the table next to the door. "What are you talking about?"

"Jennifer came out, and she was pretty disappointed that you weren't there." Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, which he handed to Ron.

The paper had a phone number written on it, along with a little note that said, Call me — Jen.

"No fucking way," Ron said, amazed that the former cheerleader was interested in him.

"I explained why you weren't there and told her she should send her number back with me. Figured I owed you, because Sam was all over me today."

"Well, thanks — and you're welcome," Ron responded, glad that his introduction was going somewhere.

"Hey, that's what friends are for — getting their buddies laid."

It was all Ron could do to keep a straight face as he saw Frank's Mom waving from her front door and then miming a key in a lock. "Yep, that's what friends are for."

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What Friends Are For



True:

An old high school friend messaged me on FB a while back asking me for relationship advice. She had gotten word of the divorce I had gone through a couple years ago and was now looking at a similar situation. We talked and hung out a couple times. I was really good about keeping things platonic and just being a friend to keep her mind off things.

Somehow, one night last week, our texts turn very sexual - innocent, but sexual. The next night we go to see a movie together. Afterward we eat and drive back to our meeting spot. We had to go out late and be sneaky because we didn't want anyone to see us together and get the wrong idea. During dinner and the drive back we start discussing the texts and our convo becomes sexual again. When we get to the meeting spot, we just sit in my car and keep talking about sex.

She hasn't had any in over a year and it was evident she was really needing it. It had been a while for me too and the sexual tension was pretty high. We start telling each other what we're into and she tells me she loves having her hair pulled.

I say, "you mean like this?" as I reached over and pull on her long blond hair. She surprised me by letting out a very sexual, animalistic moan. She says that I shouldn't have done that. Of course, this only encourages me, so I pull some more. She's now almost completely out of her seat with her head down near my lap and her hands feeling all over my body.

It's so much hotter because she's trying not to do anything, but it's obvious she want's to so badly. Her face is right near my bulging cock and she runs her hands up my leg. I can tell she's trying to get a feel of me but in a way that she can claim it was an accident. So, once she places her hand on my erection, she "pushes" herself up. I put "pushes" in quotes because there was no need for pushing. She wasn't even pushing with that arm, only grasping.

This put her in a position where her face is inches from mine. She moans my name in frustration, telling me I don't know what I'm doing to her. The whole time, I've been grabbing different locks of hair and pulling a little harder each time. I don't want to hurt her, but the harder I pull, the more she loves it.

I pull her hair once more, forcing her face against mine. We're both breathing heavily, our lips grazing past each other; both of us wanting to embrace, but trying to refrain. I drag my lower lip sensuously up past her own lips. It lightly grazes past her lower lip and catches on her upper lip just before flicking off. Our breathing became even more laborious as we try to keep from doing what we both want so badly. Finally our efforts prove futile as our lips collide in sweet bliss.

My grasp on her hair opens and I hold her head and neck in my hand while kissing her deeply. Her hands are rubbing against my chest and down my abs. My other hand finds her breast as I kiss down her neck. She moans that it is so good and she needs it so bad - her hand moving back to my cock. She grips me tightly through my jeans, rubbing me furiously.

We continue making out and feeling each other up for about 10 minutes. She now has her skirt hiked up around her waist so she can straddle me, rubbing her burning pussy against my raging hard on. We decide we need more, but this 24 hour department store parking lot is patrolled by security. She hopes out of my lap and I head down the road. There is an open little league baseball complex across the street. At 2AM, there are no lights on. We find a dirt service road and head down it to a dark, secluded spot. 

I crack the windows, shut off the car and climb in the back. Luck was on my side this night. I had just been traveling the past few weeks and had a blanket and pillow in the back. The rear seats in my SUV have a unique feature by being able to hinge up on the walls. It wasn't a 5 star hotel, but we had more than enough room to take full advantage of each other. And that we did!

She was climbing in the back right behind me. As soon as I turn around, she's grabbing my belt and unbuckling it. She has a little trouble, so I help her out. Before I can get my pants down, she is already out of her skirt and panties. She's not wasting anytime. We start kissing again and I find her slippery slit with my fingers. I rub her juices over her clit and rub away. Moaning some more, she grabs my hard dick and strokes it firmly. I insert my fingers into her hot little pussy and with in minutes she's cumming.

She screams, "FUCK! Get inside me now!" Of course, I oblige. As I climb on top, she sticks her legs straight out and spreads them as wide as possible. She's insatiable! I insert my dick into her warm, wet cunt in one stroke and start to pump into her right away! She's a moaner, and I'm loving it! I feel her legs start to shack as she's cumming on my cock. I love it and thrust into her harder. By the time she's cumming again, I'm shooting a big, thick load deep inside her spasming pussy.

We lay there and cuddle for a few minutes when she tells me she has to be at work in a few hours. We throw our clothes back on and I drive her back to her car. The next day I get a text from her telling me thanks, that I'm a great friend for giving her exactly what she needed. We live far apart and don't see each other often, but it has been back to normal ever since. Who knows if it will happen again, but either way, we certainly had fun that night!



What Friends Are For



My story is what I suspect may seem unlikely but true nonetheless. My wife Sammie and I are both fifty and fifty two, respectively. Our relationship has been one of being open to each other's needs and doing our best to fulfill them for almost twenty years now. I like all things sexual and it has been my good fortune to have had a woman such as she. Sam has always been on the slim side with pencil eraser nipples adorning thirty four inch C-cup breasts, and at five feet, six inches and 118 pounds, she is rather petite. I am just an ordinary joe of five feet, eleven inches, 185 pounds and beginning to grey at the temples. 

I do think myself adequate in the meat department, sporting seven inches.

Other than an occasional morning blow job, full sex has remained a rather consistent four times a week. Vacation and a change of scenery are the exception, then for a few days we will fuck twice and even three times a day. Go figure. No complaints on my side of things anyway.

One year ago last month a mutual friend that Sammie had lived next to as a child and I had come to know almost twenty years ago was sued for divorce by his wife of twenty five years. She also obtained a restraining order putting him out of his home and emptying their savings.

Bob's wife Rhonda was a small woman who dressed rather boyishly, even carrying herself as would a man. On the other hand Bob was five feet, ten inches, 165 pounds, barrel chested, with a mop of blond unruly hair, good looking and athletic. Sam and I live in a rather large home that has an extra bedroom downstairs so he gratefully accepted our invitation to stay with us until things were settled between he and his wife. He contested the divorce and a year later they are still a couple of months away from court.

Now is where there occurs a twist of sorts in my story. Five years earlier Bob had cancer and it necessitated removal of his prostate which left him with impotency and an unsympathetic wife. She moved him out of their bedroom and into the other end of the house. His doctor had told him that the type of procedure he had should, in time, allow him to resume sexual activity. I also had another friend with the same surgery who, after almost a year, regained his ability to perform but with dry orgasms. Except for no ejaculate everything became the same and I told Bob and his wife Rhonda this. Sadly Rhonda wasn't interested. Soon Bob was thrown out and left with his bank account frozen and unable to return to the home built with his own hands because of a restraining order.

You couldn't help but feel sorry for Bob as he joined us for dinner and a drink before retiring for the night. Though we encouraged Bob to go out and have fun with one of the many available girls he knew, it was of no use. Toward the end of the evening a dark cloud would come over Bob and he would head for his bedroom. This continued over several months.

Sam and I slept upstairs on the main floor of our home and at times she and I would become rather vocal in our lovemaking. From time to time Bob would bring up the subject of sex and how fortunate I was to have a willing wife that met my needs and I thought nothing of it. We spoke freely to each other and I had learned long ago that Rhonda had shown little interest in sex their whole time together.

I now know that Bob had, by his own admission on occasion, "Quietly listened outside our bedroom to Sam and I getting it on." This was news that strangely excited me as I felt a stirring in my pants.

One night just as I had buried my face in Sam's sweet pussy Bob's knock on the door gave me a start. Rising from between Sammies legs, I wiped my mouth and answered it.

Bob stood there with a grin on his face and said, "Sorry to bother you guys but I am out of towels downstairs." 

Turning around I could see the reason he smiled. Sam had only partially covered herself and was laying there with breasts exposed to Bob's gaze.

I retrieved a towel as Bob waited, no doubt enjoying the sight. Sam giggled as he left and I went back to the task at hand but noticed her wetness seemed unusually wet. I licked and as I am endowed with a rather long tongue, began to probe deep into her love hole. Then with mouth open wide to probe her depths, I felt the little rough spot a couple of inches inside her vagina. The spot seemed to harden with the stroking my tongue provided. I was rewarded when intense contractions shook her body. I feasted on her sweetness as cum wet my mouth and covered my chin and cheeks as well.

I mounted and penetrated her pussy still full of her own cum. Sam responded with another orgasm just as my dick touched bottom and my nuts rested on her little puckered asshole. Soon I too came deep inside, pushing it as deep as possible, holding it there, allowing her to feel my dick throbbing out its load while savoring the sensation of the moment.

Afterward we lay talking of our day and I said, "I believe Bob would have joined us in bed with just a little encouragement."

To this she agreed it may have been so.

"I don't know if he can get it hard or not but if anyone could help it would be you, Sam." To my knowledge she had not been with anyone else since her teen years but her silence told me she was thinking--really thinking.

Sam is one of the most sympathetic persons I have ever known. If she has feelings for someone then she will do whatever she can to help them. Bob was definitely someone she had feelings for; cooking especially for him and generally watching over his welfare. Bob was also someone with a need. Until now though nothing sexual had been spoken of. 

A few nights later just after penetrating her I asked, "What would you have done if Bob had gotten into bed with us?"

To my surprise she had an orgasm. 

I seized the opportunity. "Pretend he is now and has an erection, ask him to fuck you." 

"Fuck me Bob," said she, "fuck me," and she came again. 

The next week over a glass of Port and with Sammie out of the room I said, "Bob, I believe Sam would love to have you in bed with us. I certainly don't mind, after all what are friends for?" 

"But I am not a whole man," replied Bob. "Just let happen whatever will," I said confessing my fantasy.

Bob said, "All this is surprising and truthfully just plain scary." I then reassured Bob, "If nothing happens Sam and I will think no less of you and nothing will change in our arrangement." 

This night Sam comes to bed in just panties which I quickly remove and lie holding her, feeling the hardness of her nipples against me and the triangle of hair between her legs mingling with mine. Her back is toward the door as Bob softly enters and I feel her tense, sensing the movement behind her.

I say, "Let it be," and kiss her mouth open in protest or perhaps surprise. Taking her by the shoulders I turn her away from me and toward him. In his arms they kiss, deeply lost in the passionate embrace. The sounds of their ragged breathing excites me. The sight of Sam open mouth kissing Bob with tongues intertwining brings my excitement to a fever pitch. A gentle push by Sam and Bob lies back with eyes wide. Sam slowly rises mounting the still flacid cock of Bob. 

I can't resist massaging her ass and marvel at the wet sounds her pussy lips are making opening then closing as I release her creamy white ass cheeks. She loves to suckle my tits and now she takes first one and then the other of Bob's into her mouth. I knew Sam's tongue was snaking over and around his nipples. He flinches and I know her teeth have found a tender place, having felt the sensation many times myself. Giving them room I draw back to watch. 

She kisses her way down his body and takes the dick that couldn't get hard into her mouth. Burying her face in his cock hair I know he feels her hot breath on his body. His dick pops from the suction of Sam's mouth. She hungrily receives it again. Repeating again and again, something is happening! Bob's dick is growing longer and harder. He groans deeply as Sam deep throats the once flaccid but now engorged prick. Again popping it out she licks down the shaft and singularly takes his balls into the heat of her mouth, taking time to lovingly kiss and caress--worshipping his manhood--lost in lust.

"Fuck him Sam, let him see what he has been missing." I barely recognize my own voice!

She elevates to ride the magic pole. As she comes down he rises, meeting her thrust for thrust. I see her wetness glisten on his shaft and estimate him perhaps an inch shorter but much greater in girth than myself. I sit mesmerized with the beauty of this lovemaking pair. Her pussy is no doubt being stretched farther than ever before as he rams his big cock home.

Bob, now with both hands full of Sam's breasts, says, "I am cummin, oh am I cummin but I don't have anything to give you, Sam."

"Bobby your dick is all I need, it's so FUCKING BIG and it's jerking inside my belly, making me cum!!!"

I see her asshole contracting then pausing to contract again and know she isn't lying. Bob may not have had any ejaculate but Sam has more than made up it. Her cum has saturated his manhood, leaving her dilated pussy with a cream pie of her own making. I am lusting after this woman who has just fucked our friend. The friend who now lies with his chest heaving, knowing he has just experienced something he thought gone forever. 

Both of them now spent, I help her off and she lies beside Bob. Placing Sam's spread legs over my shoulders I easily enter her stretched pussy. Pausing a moment to feel the heat their lovemaking has generated, I am amazed as I feel Sam's cunt begin to clutch at my dick.

Beginning the movements of love as old as time itself produces sounds of wetness, and gasps of, "FUCK ME YOU HORNY BASTARD--FUCK ME DEEP," along with, "CUM IN MY CUNT--GIVE IT TO ME NOW." Her ass is rising to meet my thrusts! I must release my sperm into Sam's love hole that just held another dick tightly inside! And I pump my load into Sammies hot pussy!!!

Withdrawing, I see Bob had gotten hard again, standing at full staff. "Why don't you fuck her again Bob?"

Crawling between Sam's splayed legs, he leans back, takes aim, and buries his cock to the hilt. I know he can feel my cum and remembers what it's like to feel cum in a pussy again. Then he surprises me by turning around and burying his face in Sammie's sweet cum filled pussy. In the sixty nine position now Sam is sucking, her lips are around his dick and her cheeks are dimpling with the effort. Bob's dick begins to throb in Sam's mouth as the throes of dry orgasm fills his senses while he licks and sucks our woman clean and dry. Exhausted, we fall back into bed and she lies sandwiched between Bob and I. How sweet the sleep in the afterglow of a great fuck. 

Part 2

Our affair with Bob seemed to have opened new avenues of pleasure. But two weeks ago Bob announced he was moving on, having found a willing divorcee with a home of her own. It seemed he was moving rather fast now that his divorce was settled and the Judge had awarded Rhonda their home and most of their savings. Sam was ready for the change and as we lay with her breasts pressed into my chest and her cheek against mine, confessed her desire for something different. Not surprisingly I knew not what she had in mind but by now had learned there was a time not to question.

The next day I stood transfixed as Sam exited the shower and dried off. Her breasts, though not overly large, stood proud, overshadowing her almost flat stomach and generous pubic hair. Our bath was quite large with a full five foot shower and she and I have enjoyed many good times there. This night she dried off then threw the towel on the floor. I stared at her firm ass pointed in the air as she knelt on elbows and knees. The asshole I had many times licked and tongued was on open display along with the dark hair of her pussy blossoming from her spread thighs. While I admired her thirty four, twenty six, thirty six form, she lifted her head, turned and spoke.

"We will try it in my ass, just go easy," she said and resumed the position. 

This may not have seemed like much to anyone else but each time an attempt in the past had ended in failure to fuck that sweet rose bud of hers. She would always call it off and suck me or let me fuck her pussy but deep down I was sure she knew my disappointment. This time was to be different.

I rub lubricant on and into her ass, fingering first with one finger and then two. Taking my place kneeling behind her, [to oil - I oil] my about average dick of seven inches or so. Dick in hand I rub "Old Bill", which is Sam's pet name for it, from her pussy across her puckered hole and back. By now I am extremely hard.

"Fuck me now," says Sam, "just take it slow."

I place the head tightly against her ass, press Bill downward and lean slowly forward. Sam groans as Bill's dark journey into virgin territory begins.

"Wait just--a little bit."

And I pause, my heart throbbing the length of my dick. As I wait I feel her relax, a little push and Bill happily presses past her sphincter. Then the openness of her bowel releases his head only to squeeze it again on the withdrawal. With every thrust Sam grunts and groans in pleasure from the violation of her ass. In fact she is making noises before unheard by me.

With every thrust I match her vocals because "Old Bill" is happy with his head between her snow white cheeks. Her left nipple responds to the kneading of my left hand, hardening and protruding as if a pencil eraser. I insert first one then two fingers in her wet pussy and leave them there, enjoying the sensation of feeling my dick through the thin membrane separating the two holes. I am lost in the ecstasy of fucking her sweet ass. I feel my dick head as it slips past my fingertips, and then the contractions of her orgasms, one after the other, clutch and release my embedded manhood and fingers.

Withdrawal brings no sperm trailing after for I have not yet cum. My nuts are aching for release and I want her to suck me off as I lie beside her on the floor. Instead she straddles me, impaling her pussy on Old Bill, now swollen fit to burst.

It is then when a thought hits me and I open the bottom vanity drawer that is just within my reach. Feeling inside my hand wraps around the vibrator kept there. Soon I have it at the entrance to her still dilated ass. Feeling its smooth coolness Sam stops her riding long enough for me to insert the long slender machine. As it penetrates deep into her ass, pressing against my dick, it brings a new tightness in her cunt.

Twisting the control of the vibrator creates a sensation I haven't known previously. I actually feel the vibrations all the way into my balls. Her moans reach a peak as I lie buried inside, savoring the newfound feelings. Each of my hands has a cheek of her ass, rendering her immobile, my dick filling her pussy. The vibrator is in her ass and her rapid contractions threaten to choke my engorged prick as she struggles to move. I come and come hard, pumping a few times and come again as she milks me dry. Our cum flows warmly from her pussy onto my stomach as she lifts herself from me.

That night we share a bottle of port reclining on the sofa in front of the fireplace. Sam lies with her head on my chest listening to my heart beat. Her breasts stand proud before my eyes for she now wears only a pair of blue lace panties. I savor the aroma of her fresh washed and perfumed body, totally filling my senses.

"Honey?"

"Yes Sam."

"There is something I've been thinking about a lot lately. Now that Bob is gone I wish we had more friends."

"Is it because you want to fuck someone new?" I say.

"I feel as if I have cheated you and gotten pleasure from your unselfishness in sharing my body with Bob while you often went lacking."

"Sam, you will never know the pleasure you have given me and I want your happiness more than anything else."

Sam replies, "Honey I just want for you and I to enjoy and have fun while we can and are young enough to do so. Right now I just want your hard dick in my mouth, then in my pussy, can you help me with that?"

Wine glasses drop onto the carpet and the fun begins again.

To be continued.



What Friends Are For



As promised, I hope I still have your attention. This is the final confrontation and the last chapter. 

Continuation ... 

We spent the rest of the afternoon going over different scenarios of how to break up this party and finally settled on one that seemed to have most chance of maximum impact with minimum effort. It was going to easier than I had first thought, and with Lennard's help, just as easy to organise.

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I stood in the shadows watching and waiting for the right moment to make my presence known. I was wired; feeling jittery like I was ready to take on the entire army. I steadied myself by thinking of all my friends who had stood by me. I recognised one of the men from the photos as he parked his car, in my fucking driveway. That cunt has balls, I gota give him that, no brains, but you can't expect everything!

He rearranged his package as arrogantly as you please, probably thinking that parking in my drive was ok, since he was here to park himself in my wife. As he walked back out the gate, I stepped out of the shrubbery lining my front boundary, and fronted him, slamming him up against a car parked at the curb. I was growling, "Ok dickhead, I know where you're going and why!"

The guy was taken totally by surprise. "Get the fuck off me, ya prick!"

I kept my weight on him. My mood lightened as I saw the fear in his eyes. "Steve is it? I'll tell you what Steve; I'll give you a break, but only if you help me out here."

Steve looked now at the three of us, not just me, a sickly expression creeping onto his face. He may have been a sleaze ball but he was an intelligent one, well enough to know which side his bread was buttered, who he was dealing with, and why. Recognising me as Kelly's husband gave him all the information he needed. "What are you going to do turkey? I can just walk away now, and you can't prove anything."

"So says you fuckwit! You're parked in my fucking drive, so if you go back in there I'll have you arrested for trespass. I have photos of you and my wife from the last time you were knocking her off. How do you think I knew why you're back here tonight? So while you're cooling your heels in the slammer, I'll be including you in the law suit for alienation of affection along with the rest of those fuckheads."

Steve laughed feebly. "Don't give me that shit! You've been reading too many paperback detective stories or watching too much Boston Legal, ya dickhead! We don't have Alienation of Affection laws here in Australia!"

I smiled menacingly. "I just thought that since you're stupid enough to be fucking someone else's wife, then you'd be dumb enough not to know what Loss of Consortium is!"

The look on Steve's face showed he didn't know what I was talking about. "Just as I thought, the American's call it gas, we call it petrol. Same shit, different label, it doesn't mean shit! But what it does mean, is that you'll be working for the next twenty years, paying off that debt, along with all the other cock-sucking bastards inside. That is, if you don't do what you're told!" I knew I was bluffing. I actually wasn't sure how I'd fair with the legalities of a lawsuit and the only photo I had of this guy was going into the house that Kelly was already in, which wouldn't be much use in court.

Steve crumbled. "What do I get out of it if I help you nail the slut?"

"As I said, you get to walk free and I suggest you keep walking too, or better still, make it fucking run."

Me, along with Trent the private investigator, and Colin, an off duty police officer, who was one of Lennard's good mates, gathered just out of sight as Steve nervously knocked on the front door.

It was opened by Chad and he welcomed the young man in. "Welcome to the house of harlots. Come in and take a number ... we have one hot and willing piece of gash here tonight!" I shuddered at his reference to Kelly, my supposed loving wife. Chad was laughing, so hard, that before the door could be closed, I exploded through it, followed by Trent with camera in hand and ready to start snapping pictures. Colin had his badge out and ready to quell any heated exchange that may occur.

All you could hear was the static snapping and slightly eye blinding flash of light from the camera. "Fuck, he must have that on auto?" It's amazing what you think about at times like this, and I almost broke up laughing at the thought of Trent doing a James Bond, diving commando style into a room with both guns blazing, snapping off shots.

Kelly was on all fours on the lounge plugged airtight, as was her wish, one in each hole she had on offer. As Trent went to work snapping off pictures right, left and centre Malcolm was under Kelly and Ben behind her, I don't know who the guy was that had her by the ears as he shoved his cock down her throat.

Kelly's eyes popped wide open when she saw me standing there watching, and struggled to unplug herself. I suppose it's not easy when you've got nowhere to go. It wasn't until the prick feeding her face turned to see what the commotion was about, that she was able to dislodge her mouth from his cock, then extradite herself from the other two behind and below, rolling, not so gracefully over the back of the couch, trying to hide. Benjamin just stood there with a dumb-smuck look on his stupid face wondering why his dick was getting cold.

I almost laughed again at her antics; what'd she think? I hadn't seen her getting plugged? Fuck that woman is stupid. She popped her head back up with that stunned-mullet look on her face, squeaking, "Ohhh God no, fuck my blue dog! No, no, no, this can't be happening!" That was when all hell broke loose as men and women started diving for cover. Kelly was cowering behind the couch trying desperately to find something with which to cover herself.

"You don't do that anal shit huh? Could've fooled me ya fuckin whore!"

Chad just stood there in total shock at the speed of the invasion before offering any opposition. "Who the fuck are these people and what in the fuck do you think you're doing barging into my home uninvited? This is against the law Barrymore and I'll have your arse in court so fast your head'll spin." I looked around at a naked Chad, his cock already starting to wilt considerably; somehow, I imagined he'd have a bigger dick than that.

I looked over to see Pam scrambling out of a strap on harness. Fuck me dead, maybe it wasn't Pam doing all the screaming on the occasions I heard the pricks? Ohhh well, you can only work with what you got, right now he just looked pathetic and his anger amused me. Steve had done a runner as soon as the others were in the door and no one noticed.

I sneered at Chad, "You're right about being in court you miserable piece of shit, but it won't be me getting sued."

I looked to Trent. "Get what we need?"

"Yeah mate, sweet as, more than enough and prime quality too, all their faces as well, not to mention a lot of the action."

"This is home invasion you arsehole; anything you got here won't be admissible in court. You got jack shit and we both know it." Chadwick's face was a mixture of scared and angry.

I pulled a mini tape recorder out of my pocket. You guessed it ... it was the one I was meaning to buy for a while now, and this seemed a pretty good reason to lash out the fifty bucks. Senior Sergeant Peters had warned me that I needed proof of invitation, otherwise it could be construed as a home invasion. I didn't care, and we'd sort out the legalities later. I hit rewind, then play, "Welcome to the house of harlots. Come in and take a number ... we have one hot and willing piece of gash here tonight!" 

I turned to Colin, "That sounds to me like an invitation, Senior Sergeant Peters. What is your professional opinion on the matter?"

Colin flashed his badge and chuckled, "It couldn't be more of an invitation if it was gold inlaid!"

I sneered at Chad as his face paled, "Just as I thought you fuckwit, you and your ilk are toast; start counting your cash."

While all this was going on the others were finding clothes and trying hard to become invisible. Kelly was crying buckets of tears and struggling to get into her blouse, still not managing to find her bottom half. She had cum in her hair and all over her face and tits. I felt sick seeing my wife of six years, with it slithering down the inside of her legs.

I walked over to the table where I spotted Kelly's handbag. Upending it, I found her keys and cell phone, and sorted through the other paraphernalia. Apart from the usual petty shit she keeps in it, there was several dollars in her purse, which I decided to leave. "There's nine dollars here and some shrapnel, which makes about a dollar fifty for every year of marriage! Significant when you think about the scene we have before us; you're not even a fucking two dollar whore, you stupid bitch! Don't bother coming home, as of now you don't have one."

Kelly stopped what she was doing, "Please sweetheart don't say that. I made a ..."

"Shut your cock sucking mouth, you slut. There is nothing you can say that I have any interest in hearing." Picking up her credit card, I flicked it at her. It did a nice spiral as it flew, and bounced off the couch just in front of her, making her cringe. "That piece of plastic is now only good for scratching your diseased ridden arse. All your cards and bank accounts have been frozen until the court case for our divorce. I hope all that cock you got was worth it."

Kelly slumped to the floor and cried her eyes out.

~...~

Lennard and I were sitting in our favourite watering hole. "You know Kelly rings and leaves messages for me to talk to her on a fucking hourly basis. I've deleted every one of them. I can't think of a single reason she could give me that would make an ounce of difference. But you know what really blows my mind?"

Lennard took a swig of his beer. "No mate! I know what blows my mind and I can only imagine yours. You still love her, don't ya?"

I nodded, "Yeah, there's that, but the other thing is, what am I going to do with Steve's Trans-Am? I must have really put the wind up him! The little fucker did exactly what I told me to do and ran. Well he certainly didn't drive, his fucking wheels are still sitting in my front yard, so I can't even get into my own fucking garage!"

Lennard looked blankly at me, "Ahhh, yeah well, that might be a little bit of my doing. You see, I parked in behind him when you blokes went next door to break up the party. Steve came out of the house like his arse was on fire, saw that his car wasn't going anywhere and pissed off down the road on the hoof. Fucked if I know what he was thinking. I don't think he knew right just then; it was a matter of getting the fuck out and as far away as he could."

Lennard was chuckling to himself when I asked in a more sombre dejected tone, "How long before it stops hurting?"

Lennard's face went sombre as well while he traced circles on the bar with the bottom of his bottle, "Speaking from experience here James. The simple truth of the matter is, it doesn't; at least not right away. You're going to be hurting for a while yet. But you will get past it with help from good friends. Trust me; I'm living proof of that. If it wasn't for you and some of my other friends, then I'd have cut my throat years ago."

I nodded dejectedly as I looked at Lennard's sympathetic face. "Six years for us to build that marriage mate, and it only took her six months to tear it down, not to mention how many weeks for me to bury it!"

Lennard patted me on the shoulder. "Look at it this way James, It's always the darkest before dawn!"

I wasn't sure if it was the look on Lennard's face or what. I looked at him for a minute, and then laughed hysterically. "Where the fuck do you come up with this shit Lennard. That'd have to be the lamest, over used statement I have ever heard."

Lennard smiled at the change in my disposition. I had to admit whenever I felt down, my sense of humour has always bailed out on countless occasions.

"The lack of oxygen up there in the stratosphere where your head lives must be sapping your grey cells son. I got two, not one like you gonna have, but two ex-wives, and I've heard them all, more than twice over. I got more, you wanna hear'em?"

"Fuck no! Something I've been meaning to ask you, have you talked to Colin?"

Lennard shrugged, "Yeah, he asked me if I was with you last week and I told him we'd gone fishing for the whole week to get you away from all this crap for a time ... Why?"

"He asked me the same question. Did he tell you why he wanted to know?"

Lennard took another swig of his beer. "Nope, just nodded and said he'd see me later. Are you interested in knowing?"

I raised my beer bottle. "Not particularly! To the ex-wives club, may they all rot in hell!"

We had just finished clinking bottles. "So it's true then, you two have split up?" A female voice peeled from behind.

I saw Lennard mouth silently, "Ohhh shit, this could be a little awkward."

He went to tell me who it was behind me, but I held my hand up to stop him. "Hello Marcie; how'd you find me?"

Marcie chortled feebly, "Where else would you be, there's only one place you drink at, and that's The Tavern! So who's at fault here?"

I still hadn't turned around, and was staring at the rack of spirit bottles behind the bar. I knew I'd have to talk to Kelly's parents sooner or later, but was just hoping it would be later. "Well let me see if I've got this straight. Kelly's most likely at your place crying on your shoulder, telling you how I'm some sort of bastard, and I still have the house and contents as per the prenuptial. You're a smart woman Marcie; you work it out!"

There was silence and Lennard looked a little uneasy at being around, so for his comfort I got the attention of Gary, the bartender. "Another beer and I'll have a Chardonnay for the lady!" I patted Lennard on the arm. "Stay here while I have a little heart to heart with Kelly's mum. Can you drop the drinks over when they're ready?"

Lennard nodded and went back to looking over the bar. "Sure mate!"

I wandered over to a table in a quiet corner and pulled a chair out for Marcie. "Little more private, don't you think?"

Marcie nodded grimly and she took the proffered seat. "Was what that stupid girl of mine do ... bad?"

Sitting myself down I nodded, "I'm not going to go into details, but yeah, about as bad as it gets I'd say! I do have photo's if you really need to see the evidence?"

Marcie sat looking into her lap and held her up hand without looking up. "No...no, I don't need to see how my daughter has ruined her marriage. My imagination is running riot as it is."

I think Marcie was hurt by this as much as I was. She was quiet for a minute, then spoke in such a low whisper that I almost missed what she was saying. "I'm sorry James! Kelly was the last person I thought would cheat on her marriage, especially after knowing what I had gone through!"

Lennard dropped off our drinks and quietly slipped back to the bar to give us a bit of privacy just as my cell phone rang. I looked, and saw that it was Marcie's home phone. I showed it to her. "Answer it if you would please James, but put it on speaker and don't let on I'm here; it won't be Conroy, he's at work." I laid the phone on the table between us and hit the speaker button.

"Hello?"

"James, is that you sweetheart?" The tremble in Kelly's voice was noticeable.

"Yep!"

"Can I come home? We need to talk darling; this is all a big mistake. No one needs to know what happened. They made me do all those things. I love only you sweetheart, truly I do! It was all their doing sweetheart, and I'm so sorry you got hurt. Please, we have to talk; you have to let me explain what happened. You always said that we can work out any problems as long as we talk about them. Please sweetheart, I'll be the best wife you could ever have darling. I'll never cause you to worry ever again."

Marcie was taking a pen out of her bag, and flipped a bar coaster over, while Kelly was pleading with me. She wrote 'damage control?' and pointed to the phone.

I nodded and said, "Who don't you want to know what you did Kelly?"

There was silence for some time and I prodded, "Well?"

Marcie decided to put Kelly out of her misery, "Would that be your mother, Kelly?" She asked in a flat menacing tone.

You could hear the gasps as Kelly realised that her mother had heard everything she'd just said, "Ohhh God help me, is that you mum?"

"You want to pray that God helps you my dear, because you have made damn sure that there is no one else that has the slightest inclination of doing it!"

You could hear the sobbing as Kelly realised that her world had finally imploded, "Mum, I'm so sorr..."

"Shut up Kelly!" Marcie snapped without raising her voice. "It's obvious to me now that my daughter hasn't got the brains God graced a grasshopper. Don't try thinking anymore Kelly; that has got you the trouble you're now in. All I want to hear out of your mouth from now on is 'Yes mum!' Is that clear?"

"Mum..."

"Kelly, listen to me for once in your pathetic life, you insolent child!"

There was silence for a minute, then, "Yes mum!" I now know where Kelly got her acid tongue. I was feeling chastised and she wasn't even talking to me. Marcie's voice never raised past a low growl. Most women scream in a high pitch when they're angry and losing their cool, then once losing total control, their scream starts to become ear-piercing. 

Not Marcie, she was as controlled as you could get, as she continued with Kelly, "The way I see it now, you have two choices here Kelly, but even a pea brain the size of yours should be able to make this choice. One: You hang up that phone and sit on that couch, with your legs together young woman, hands in your lap, and your head down! You will wait for me to get home, and I will have a long talk to you!" Marcie paused for effect. "Notice I said to, not with; do you hear me child?"

There was another long pause, "Yes mum!"

"Choice number two: If you decide you can't handle number one, then you hang up that phone and get off your stupid whoring arse and walk out my front door... and Kelly! You'll only take with you, what you have from your destroyed marriage to a wonderful man!"

There was silence you could cut with a knife apart from the ever present sobbing. "Yes mum!" The entire spark had disappeared from Kelly's voice. Any other time I would have felt distraught listening to her like this.

"Now I will give you thirty minutes to make this decision, even a moron of your calibre should be able to make the right choice in that amount of time, but know this as well Kelly!"

A chill ran down my spine and I had to look away to Lennard, who sat there grim faced. I felt as though the lever on the gallows was about to be pulled as I heard Marcie continue, "If you decide to walk, then you best keep walking my dear, and don't you ever darken my doorstep again. You'll be on your own you stupid girl, and I can't see you lasting more than a couple of months before you're laying on a slab in some morgue. Are you hearing me Kelly?"

As angry as I was at what Kelly had done, I couldn't help but feel a little for what she'll be facing in the future. She replied, "Yes Mum!"

"Good, thirty minute from now Kelly. I am hoping you make the right choice, but I'll leave it up to you. Now I want you to apologise to your hus ... to James, for all the trouble you have caused him and then say goodbye!

There was a lengthy silence, "KELLY!" Marcie snapped angrily.

Then came a gasp from the phone and then crying, "I'm sorry James; please forgive me. I don't know what got into me; I'm so, so sorry! I'm sorry mum. I'll think about what you've said and make a good choice, I promise mum!" Kelly was blubbering into the phone by the time she finished.




What Friends Are For



"Say goodbye Kelly!"

"Goodbye mum, goodbye James, and I'm sorry!" The connection was broken, and I sat still not able to look Marcie in the face.

"I don't know what to say to you Marcie. I loved Kelly with my all my heart; she was the part of me that made me a whole human being. When she let those arseholes...when she did that, it was like she was letting them do it to me! She seems not to have the same feeling for me though." I said as I turned back to look at her.

Marcie raised her face, tears falling like raindrops off a leaf, and she didn't even try to stop the flow. "Nothing you need to say James." She sniffed and sobbed. "I think I know what you're saying. It's the same and different at the same time for us women."

Marcie put her head down and went on ripping her tissue into small pieces. "I know how I felt when that arsehole ex of mine took off with his bimbo. It broke my heart that he felt so little for me that he could just throw me away like that, especially after I gave him everything, all the love and support...it almost killed me. I don't know what got into her, she was such a good girl, or so I thought."

"I can't understand it?" She brought her hands to face crying. My heart broke again for the pain that this poor woman was again going through, and this time at the hands of her own flesh and blood.

All I could do was shake my head in wonder. "I don't understand it either Marcie! If it's any consolation? The first five years were wonderful; I just fell further in love with her. I'm not saying that everything was roses, but you know how it is, there's always jockeying for position, working out the who, the what and the where, like in every union of two separate personalities. I accepted that."

I wasn't looking at Marcie as I tried to tear the label off my beer bottle, in frustration. "Then everything seem to change, Kelly changed. It was so slow that I didn't even see it at first, then it got to be some sort of fight for supremacy, just who was in control of the marriage, not like I thought it should be; an equal sharing like it started out as."

I looked up to see if Marcie understood what I was trying to say. "Everything was going well until Chadwick and Pamela Stanton showed up seven months ago, along with their ilk."

Marcie's head shot up in a snap at the mention of them, pulling another tissue out of her purse, she wiped her eyes. "You have got to be kidding me. Pam Stanton's maiden name wouldn't be Gleeman by any chance?" When I nodded, she continued, "Let me guess; that bubble head Veivers, what about that nasty piece of shit Dalton, and I suppose her sluts-in-waiting, Tracy and Sue Kenmore were there as well?"

"The surnames have changed, but you nailed some of their given names perfectly. Except for Veivers, but if I don't miss my guess, you're referring to Elizabeth McIntire, the airhead. I don't know any Daltons, but if the name's Caroline Dalton, then that's her, although I haven't come across any Tracy, but Suzanne is one of them. You seem to know them better than I do."

Marcie's face had gone from distraught to downright angry in seconds. "Damn right I know those trollops. I had to pull Kelly out of grade ten and change schools, just to get her away from the "Dalton gang" as they called themselves. Carol's a case in argument for euthanasia, and Pam is one for female circumcision. If I had known she was consorting with that lot again, I would have told you to get her the hell away from them. How long have they been back?

"From what I can gather Kelly met up with Carol about a year ago. I thought she had told you by the way she spoke. I got the impression that you were good with her friends."

Marcie scoffed angrily, "Not fucking likely!" Her language brought me up a little short. I'd never even heard Marcie say blimey without blushing with embarrassment.

"Now I understand why she's locked herself in her room and didn't want to talk about what had happened. Wait till I get back home, that stupid girl will be wishing she was lying in some morgue by the time I get through with her."

I was still in thought and commented, "I know I've talked a little about them, but I've always used their surnames, and since they're different to the ones you knew, we seem to have missed the boat here. Come to think of it, now that it's mentioned, Kelly always seemed to steer conversation away from them when you were around."

Marcie shrugged, and I went on to tell her what I had done to try to avert the demise of our marriage and her face turned hard as iron. I held up my hands, "Don't worry, I won't enforce the codicil. She can have what she brought into the marriage as per the original prenuptial. I won't fight that."

What Marcie said next flawed me. "Don't you fucking dare James! You take what's rightfully yours young man. If my stupid daughter knew and signed something as blatantly obvious as that, and she still went ahead and played around on you, then she deserves everything she gets."

Marcie settled a little. "Don't worry about Kelly; I'm certain she'll be at home when I get there. If there's one thing I do know about my daughter, and that is that she can't stand being alone, my threat to never come home will be enough to make her decide to stay and take her medicine. I'll see to it she doesn't starve, but by God, is she going to be licking boots and scrubbing floors until she gets back on her own two feet again."

I just sat there and thought that I was damn lucky to have parents like mine. If Kelly thinks that it is all over bar the shouting, she's going to find she's painfully mistaken." Marcie sat a little longer not saying much. Well when you think about it, there wasn't really all that much you could say! As she was about to leave she stood up and hesitated, "James?"

"Can I give you a little of my perception into how differently men and women think?"

I nodded. "Any advice you can give me to help me get my head around this would be appreciated, Marcie."

Marcie smiled. "Just a little I've gathered over my life James, you know men and women see marriage a little differently. I know Conroy loves me vigorously, and shows me by what he does for me. Every time he gets that twinkly in his eye I know I rock his world, and that he's showing his love for the only female on this planet for him."

"We both know that some times that gets misconstrued as being seen as a sex object, and for casual partners that might be true. Women don't need the physical as much as men; theirs is more emotional, so they show their love by giving of themselves, their most precious possession to their partner in a show of love. That's why I don't understand what happened to Kelly."

"I'm as much at a loss as you are James. She shouldn't have been able to do what she did if she loved you the way she claims. I can only assume that she was hoodwinked by Carol and her cronies, maybe trying to relive the earlier years without the constraints of parental control."

I look up to her and nodded, thinking she was right, but not saying anything and Marcie sensed I was waiting for her to finish. "Please don't judge all women by my daughter's stupidity. We don't know what came over her, and don't blame yourself for backing the wrong filly either! You can study the form guide and track all you want but sometimes the stupid old nag just up and breaks a leg on the home stretch. There's nothing you, or anyone can do about it! Marriage is a bit like a horse race in that regard!"

I got up and gave her a big hug and kiss on the cheek, whilst she sniffed and patted my chest. "You know your father and I go loggerheads at each other, but we really do understand that neither of us was to blame for our marriages failing. You just be thankfully that you weren't screwed over like us. As you know, Conroy is my third husband and Kelly's father and your mother is your father second wife. They're good people! I know Conroy will be devastated by this. You'll find someone who loves you in return as well. You just have to get back on another horse and finish the bloody race; you hearing me James?"

I smiled and wondered how unfair it was for a woman like Marcie, to be saddled with a daughter like Kelly. "Yes mum!" Marcie's face broke out in a teary smiled, patting my chest affectionately once again as she turned away one more time.

"You be good, and don't be a stranger. I have an errant child to horse whip, so I'll be seeing you around sometime." She chided me good-naturedly over her shoulder, and with that, she left. That left me thinking about all those stupid mother jokes? I actually got on better with her then I did with her daughter! How fucked up is that?

As I went back over to Lennard to fill him in on what had transpired with Marcie, I thought about how I first met Kelly at The Melbourne Cup. Kelly and Marcie had entered the Fashion on the Field competition as a mother daughter entry. They won hands down and I was taken with Kelly from the start.

Marcie is a racing nut, but rarely bets, her first husband cured her of that. She just loves the excitement of race day. Ohhh yeah, I didn't tell you, Marcie taught me everything there is to know about horse racing. She's the nicest woman you could ever hope to meet, bar none!

~...~

Marcie gave me a sympathetic smile and rubbed my arm affectionately, as she walked past me and out of the courtroom.

I watched as Kelly came up to me after the decree nisi was finalised and handed down. I pondered once again, "Six years for us to make the marriage, six months for her to kill it, and now six weeks for me to bury it! 

Six, six, six; isn't that the devils number, or the mark of the beast? I wasn't sure, all I really knew was, it was bloody appropriate. I was now officially single again, and it gave me no real joy seeing the marriage I fought so hard to keep, laid to rest. 

"It didn't have to end this way James. I have always loved you, and still do. You never returned my calls ... never allowed me to explain what happened!"

I sighed to myself; she was looking her best, even dressed very conservatively. Marcie must be choosing her wardrobe, or only allowing Kelly to wear her more staid clothing now. Kelly only had the clothes she was wearing when I caught her, and what she was wearing now is certainly not that outfit. I use the term wearing, metaphorically, since apart from her heel boots, she was fucking buck-naked at the time.

"What was there to explain Kelly? You cheated, lied, and disrespected me; you shit all over our marriage. I know all about the Dalton gang, your mother explained it to me in sordid detail, so there's nothing to wonder about."

Kelly had the good grace to wince when I mentioned Dalton. "I know we're finished James, but we need to clear the air, so we can feel better about ourselves and be able to move on with our lives."

Isn't it amazing, once you step back and look with a dispassionate eye, you suddenly see things you always missed before. Here it appears that Kelly is trying to apologise, but is she? Or is there some other reason for her contrition?

"Mum said you probably wouldn't want to hear any excuses, and I'm not going to make any. I just ..."

Holding up my hand, I shook my head. "Your mother's right Kelly! Just what could you say to me that would help me hurt less, with what you did, Kelly? I saw you on your knees with a cock in every hole. You cuckolded me Kelly. What can you possibly say to that? I tell you what! Nothing!"

I could feel my anger returning all over again. "All you want to do is to ease your own damn conscience at my expense, Kelly. You just want to go over every little miserable detail. All that will do is make me sick to my stomach again. Why should I allow you to feel better, while making me feel miserable? Well fuck you and the horse you rode in on Kelly. Find some other way to get it off your chest and feel better in yourself. I'm not interested in anything you have to say from here on in!"

I stewed for a second and then wondered. "No! Can that for a minute; there is one question that you could answer for me. Why, when I made it abundantly clear that I had no wish to go down the swinging track, why did you continue to flog the dead horse? That's the one thing I still don't understand to this day. Why didn't you back off before it got to this?"

Kelly was sobbing as she fidgeting with her mother's ratty old clutch purse. "I don't know James. I think it got to be a pride thing. You know how I hate to lose, and your refusal got to me. It was like you were challenging me, or... something and I lost my head." What Kelly had said actually made sense.

"Tell me Kelly, did you ever enjoy our time in the bedroom? Was your love making for love or was it just some form of control, something you thought you had to hand out, to pay for the things I did for or gave you?" She looked at me with a confused look and I knew then that her idea of a marriage was severely warped. For Kelly, marriage was a win/lose affair, and there was never going to be a win/win situation in her eyes. For her to win, someone has to lose, and in this case it was me. Just how fucked up is that?

Before Kelly could answer, I heard a voice, "Hello stranger!" And I immediately knew who it belonged to. What is it about me, that women seem to think it's ok to sneak up and attack me from behind. I spoke as I turned, "Hi Michelle, good to see you. What are you doing here?"

I noticed another woman standing beside her. "And with Sarah no less, what a pleasant surprise. Hello Sarah, long time no see. You're looking as ravishing as I remember!"

Sarah smiled, "Too long James, way too long. You're looking as good as I remember too. Let me apologise for my part in the deception, but I had a job to do, if you can understand that?"

I smiled as well, "No harm done on your side; it wasn't your doing Sarah. Did you actually get stood up by a date, or was that just a ruse?"

Sarah blushed with embarrassment. "You bet my date stood me up! But you were tactful and gentle in your refusing my advances. So I forgive you." I gave each a peck on the cheek and they smiled. I have to admit to a little longing to see them both again as well.

Kelly was set back on her heels. "Who and what are these two witches doing here?"

Michelle giggled, "My my, what a mouth she has James. Whatever did you see in her?"

I guessed it was a rhetorical question, because she turned her attention to Kelly. "Don't you recognise us my dear? Ohhh that's right, the agency only gave our description, and no actual picture of us. We're the women you foolishly threw your husband at, and we're on a mission."

With that she pirouetted. "Good huh! You paid top dollar for the best! I make you look like a bag lady, don't I? Does it kind of make you feel all queasy and sick inside?"

It mustn't have helped Kelly's vanity in the least that she was wearing her mother's old clothes. I thought to myself, this must be the female equivalent of name-calling we blokes do. You understand what I'm saying here? You know, "What are ya, come on, ya wanna go mate, come on, ave a go mate an I'll tear ya fuckin head off, ave'ago ya mug!" 

But bloody hell and shit a brick, I can see a catfight brewing and I'm none too enthusiastic about jumping in between them. Have you ever thought to break up a catfight? Well fuckin don't as you'll come off the loser; trust me on this one, they have talons that would put a wedge-tailed eagle to shame, so please, for your own health. I made that mistake once and will never make it again.

I got into the scuffle when a sheila I was dating at the time, had a little kitty-meow with some tarted up trollop that thought my sheila was the one dancing horizontally with her bloke. As I found out later, the damn trollop was right, but I didn't know that at the time, bitch! I don't know which one nailed me with her claws, but I lost my one and only good going out shirt, and ended up with gouges on my shoulder blade that looked like Waves Rock! 

What? Waves Rock WA! Ohhh for fuck's sake ... Just Google it, you'll understand. A couple of my mates have commented over the years on my scars when they see them. I just tell'em they're from an energetic threesome I had when I was younger. You should see the impressed looks I get from the blokes. Well it's a half-truth. What was I suppose to say, that I got tangled up in a stupid catfight ... and lost. Get real!

Michelle flicked her long blonde locks back across her shoulder. "That really was a silly thing to do, if I do say so myself. You need to get your head out of your arse Kelly. It's not the roses you're smelling sweetie! Only a moron would think of doing what you did." Kelly paled at the remarks Michelle was firing at her. I thought Kelly was good at verbally slicing and dicing, but Michelle was a master chef, so Kelly really had no come back.

I was starting to feel a little less anxious with these kitties and their playtime.

I started to chuckle, "I was thinking the same thing Michelle. I don't know what hurt more, Kelly's infidelity and her lack of respect, or the fact that I fell in love with and married a seriously stupid woman. What was it your mother said Kelly?"

Michelle and Sarah perked up wanting to know, so I decide to tell them, much to Kelly's dismay. She said, 'My daughter hasn't got the brains God graced a grasshopper!' That was about it, wasn't Kelly?" The two deviletts broke out laughing at Kelly's expense. "But I do have to ask myself, what does that say about my tastes?"

Michelle placed her hand on my arm as she brought her cackling under control, and that action certainly didn't sit well with Kelly either. "It says that you loved and trusted her without question, which is how it should be, and for me that says a lot."

I smiled. "So how did you know I'd be here?"

Michelle chortled again. "Have you forgotten? I worked for an agency that gathers information on people. I've had my eye on you ever since our dinner." I almost met up with you at that water hole you drink at, but some older woman beat me to you; good looker too, who was she?"

My eyebrow rose at the mention of my meeting with Marcie. "Kelly will be able to tell you, after all, Marcie and I were talking hands free to her at the time, weren't we Kelly, or should I say that her mother was doing all the talking and all you were saying was 'yes mum' if I remember." Kelly held her head down, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, so I turned back to Michelle. "So! You've been stalking me then?" I know that sounded nasty, but I have to admit that I was actually feeling good about the idea. 

Michelle's sheepish smile just looked so cute. "Ummm, yes and no! I heard that there was new husband material being dusted off and put back into circulation, so I thought that I'd get in early with my bid. Quality merchandise is just so hard to come by these days. I had a little twinge of regret when I saw you with, Marcie is it?" I nodded. "But she didn't stay long and the peck on the cheek was friendly rather than... well you know, then you went back to your friend and I thought better than to interrupt. It didn't look like a good time to be making an accidental meet up for selfish reasons, so I left."

She slid her right arm around Sarah's waist. "That's when I decided to asked Sarah to help me convince you of the benefits I can offer. That is if you should decide that it might be in your best interests to ... let's say to ... take me for a spin." 

There goes those sexy eyebrows, and for a minute I was stunned to silence, as in unison, all my IQ points went "WHAT did she just say?" Michelle couldn't help but see the look on my face and ramped up the pressure. "Sarah almost hugged me to death for making the suggestion to her." She smiled, as she affectionately rubbed the back of her left index finger on Sarah's cheek.




What Friends Are For



She then brought the back of her hand up to her mouth, but made no attempt to whisper. "I heard that you have this little fantasy that Sarah and I could help you out with." 

Michelle gave me a wicked smile and her eyebrow rose invitingly again, and then she trailed her finger so damn tantalisingly down the side Sarah's left breast and I'm sure I saw her nipple tighten into a hard pebble. That was it, my IQ officially shut-up shop and was furiously flicking through Hustler magazines trying to come up with some ideas for me.

I really needed to adjust myself, but I couldn't without making it obvious, so I just suffered the discomfort. "What'ya think James, you game to try?" There goes those eyebrows again. "There's nothing we won't do for the right man, and I know Sarah and I are both interested." 

Why am I thinking of that damn dog?

Kelly stood gapping at the two women. She knew she was beautiful, I even thought so, but all of us damn well knew, there was no way she could hold a candle to either of these two. This blonde bimbo has waltzed in on 'her territory' and was attempting to luring, 'her James'. It was obviously making Kelly sick to her stomach.

I suddenly had an epiphany; of course it all made sense now, while I signed a marriage certificate, she was signing for a credit card purchase. The fucking bitch put her marriage on credit. And like all good little credit card users the world over knows, you don't need to pay off that credit card purchase straight up, but make minimum monthly payments.

What did I tell you about women and credit cards? I should have guessed it; what a stupid arsehole I've been not to see it sooner. Kelly had bought herself a husband, and used sex as payment for that purchase. This is really more fucked up then I had first thought!

I now understand the woman, be it all too late I might add, but using that logic, then Kelly couldn't see what the problem was and I understand why...now. The credit card companies don't care if you make minimum payments, in fact they encourage it...not good practise for a marriage, but hey, she is female, so I have to allow a little leeway here...not much, just a little.

I could now see where I was at fault in the destruction of my marriage. I had inadvertently encouraged a concept that her parents had instilled in her. Kelly had never had to work for a damn thing in her life, and me not forcing her to work when we married, had strengthen that concept. Had I made her work for her money to pay for that credit card, then she would have been a little more appreciative and careful just how she used it. That was my fault, but I can tell you right here and now. That, is the only thing I'm taking credit for!

"Bullshit!" She spat viciously.

We all spun our heads at Kelly's outburst. "That is all total bullshit. Damn you Jim, you set this up! You're paying them to say those things! No woman in her right mind would do such a thing! This is just to rub my nose in it and get back at me for cheating on you."

"Ohhh that statement is rich Kelly!" Sarah chimed in. "This is coming from an addle pate who threw her husband at not one, but two women and then cries foul, when she herself gets caught in her own web of lies and deceit? We know who's not in her right mind here, Kelly!"

"A what?" Kelly snapped. I have to admit, even Michelle and I were somewhat taken back ourselves.

Sarah smiled condescendingly at Kelly. "An addle pate. Look it up in your Wiktionary. It means you're a moron, an idiot, with a mental acuity of a two year old. I see them dark roots Kelly, you're not even a true blonde, which only makes you even dumber!"

Ohh my fucking god! Here we go, that's surly torn it. I saw the look Kelly was giving Sarah, but I quickly looked to Michelle, who seemed to be staring vacantly into space. I really don't know these other women well enough to say if they are really good friends or just mild acquaintances, but this is not looking good, not good at all.

If Michelle feels she been slighted, then we're building for an even bigger catfight, I just know it. I was seriously looking for somewhere to hide! Did I tell you that Sarah is a redhead, while Michelle is blonde, and Kelly is a bottle blonde? I have? Okay, now you see why I'm looking for somewhere to hide, that's... not... right... here, at this particular moment in time.

Michelle blinked a couple of times and slowly turned to Sarah. "Thanks for that intuitive observation sweetie; I'm unsure how I feel about it? I love you too!"

Sarah just gave her a silly grin. "You're welcome my dear; the feeling's mutual! Maybe I should have added to that, present company excluded?" Michelle frowned as if the second statement wasn't any better.

I was so relieved that I started laughing to myself so hard I had tears rolling down my face and held my hands up in mock defence. "Honest to God Kelly! I didn't know a damn thing about it, it never even crossed my mind, but this conversation has made their offer all that much sweeter. I'm certainly interest in working out the finer details of Michelle's plan for seduction."

Michelle had just finished giving Sarah an affectionate kiss on the cheek, a sort of, 'we'll discuss your comment later sort of kiss,' and turned to Kelly. "James is right sweetie, he had no idea we were planning this."

Everyone could almost see the steam pouring out of Kelly's ears, and I have no idea what she was thinking, but the look was one of frustration as she tried in vain to play catch up. "So you now are a hypocrite! I tried to give you a threesome and you kicked me in the arse and threw me out, and divorced me because of it. What a fool I was to ever marry an arsehole like you!"

What she said next made me think that she'd finally decided to skip some of the shit backlogging her pea brain and race up to the front of this confab and start leading for a change. "And what was that shit with my friends?"

I looked at her and puzzled over what she was saying. "What the fuck are you talking about Kelly? Is that one and only grey cell of yours still under the hairdryer at the beauty salon?"

Kelly scowled. "You know damn well, two of our friends are in hospital. Chad with two broken knees, Norm's right elbow is smashed. Carol rang Pam, said Ben has up and left for good with everything he could lay his hands on and didn't say why. Suzan said Mal went two days after Ben, leaving her with nothing but the kitchen sink. You telling me you don't know?"

I suddenly realised why Colin, Lennard's cop mate had asked me where I'd been on two separate occasions, but after I gave him my where a bout's, he seemed satisfied and wouldn't tell me what it was all about. I have to admit that I wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders at the time, so I never pushed it.

I hadn't even bothered to keep track of those pricks. "They were never our friends Kelly, they were yours, and with friends like that, you don't need enemies! I had nothing to do with any of it and the police have already spoken with me and they're satisfied, and as far as I'm concerned, if those fuckwits were screwing you, then they were probably up to their ball in some other bloke's wife as well. I don't give shit what happens to them frankly, so good riddance as far as I'm concerned."

I then scowled. "And as far as me being a hypocrite, now that IS bullshit. I'm single now Kelly, so what I do with anyone is my business. I told you I was no saint when I was single, but I do have my principles, and even though you may have cuckolded me for six months, I've still managed to keep my balls!"

I felt like strangling her on the spot. "Ohhh and before I forget, if you see Steve and he asks you about his car, and wants it back, tell him to head down to the police impound yard. They took it out of MY driveway so I could get MY car into MY garage. If he wants it, it'll cost him five grand, or it goes into the fucking car crusher and all he'll have then is a crumpled Tonka toy to play with."

As an afterthought, I quipped, "Damn costly if you ask me, especially when he didn't even get to dip his fucking wick into your sloppy cunt. I bet he's really pissed, and maybe he's the one that has taken out his frustration on those four arsehole fiends of yours?"

I was furious that she tried to make out I was a hypocrite. Did I tell you...yeah, I'm sure I did ... never mind. I got myself sidetracked, fuck this multitasking shit, so I finished, "Back to Michelle and Sarah, if they wish to bring me into a three-way relationship, then so be it. I haven't heard mention of any promises of being exclusive on anyone's behalf. That shit about you giving me my fantasy is total bull shit!"

I know at this point everyone seemed to be stepping back a ways from my tirade. "I listened to that fucking phone call you made to that damn vulture, Caroline. I lost my lunch into Lennard's waste paper basket listening to your damn phone call to Caroline, and you were going to make it worse by feeding me your dirt-bag's cum." Kelly's face froze, she now realised that I knew hell of a lot more than she first thought.

I know my face was red with anger. "In it you clearly stated that you were spreading your legs for those arseholes at least two months before you even knew of my fantasy. You didn't do anything for me but lie and cheat, and then tried to stop me from divorcing your whore arse if I ever found out about it. All those stupid charades you're pea brain came up with just proved to me how fucking stupid you really were!"

Shit, the gall of the slut, I thought to myself. "And that's another thing; I wouldn't mind betting both my nuts."

Yeah I know what you're thinking mate, gota be sure of yourself if you're gonna bet them fuckers!

"I bet you set all this up in the first place as soon as your fuck buddies showed up. That's how fucking sure I am! I know it was you asking me if I had any fantasies; I have now to ask myself why? I'll tell you why, just so you could get buck naked with those fucking backstabbing arseholes without losing your meal ticket!"

Kelly was crying by the finish of my malediction, and Michelle chirped in, "Ohhh boy, and by the way, there's a man here who wants a chat with you too." I looked at Michelle and thought, "What the fuck's she talking about?" 

Did I tell you that women are good at multitasking? Michelle was probably keeping track of, when her next hair appointment was, what colour the drapes had to be her living room, to ring her boss and sort out some detective shit, picking up milk for her mother on the way home, the guy she was now introducing, and that's apart from my rant! As for me, I have now just lost my one and only train of thought. Women are certainly a conundrum! 

Michelle nodded to a person standing near and he stepped up to our group. "Kelly Garret?"

Kelly nodded and sniffed. "That's my maiden name! What do you want?"

"Not much Ma'am! I just want to inform you that you are served!" He handed her an envelope. "I suggest you get yourself a solicitor in regard to action brought by Ace Investigation in the little matter of an unpaid account that is now more than two month overdue."

Kelly looked stunned at the envelope he handed her. "Have a nice day ma'am!" He then walked off whistling to himself. I could really get to like that guy!

Kelly started to tear up again. "This can't be happening!" She tore the letter open and gasped, "I can't pay this account. And this says I owe fifteen hundred dollars, that's not right. The whole bill was only fifteen hundred and I paid a thousand as a deposit. What happened to that money?"

Michelle smiled and took a cheque out of her purse and waved it in front of Kelly's face, before handing it back to me. I noticed it was actually one of our cheques made out to Ace Investigation, for a thousand dollars with Kelly's signature on it. 

Michelle continued, "You're right Kelly, but I managed to convince Brock not to try to cash that cheque and charge the total amount to your account. He agreed with me, stating that the cheque would most likely have bounced anyway, since James obviously now knew and probably had the account locked down. He also said that it was a despicable act. Shame on you for trying to use James's money against him! And just so you could get yourself a get out of jail free card too."

Kelly was going to fire off again but Sarah jumped in first. "Michelle's right sweetie, Brock's a really nice bloke if you're on his good side, but wow-betide you if you piss him off like you did. I wouldn't be ringing for another surveillance job if I were you. He's likely to reach through the phone and drag you down the line, then feed you tits first into his paper shredder!" 

We all watched in silence as Kelly's expression went from sickly to sickly frightened, then Sarah piped back in, "That's despicably low you dumb arse, making your husband pay for his own cuckolding!"

Kelly turned to me and cried, "You and that damn prenuptial have left me destitute. I don't have two cents to rub together let alone be able to pay this. I have no clothes, no place to live, no car and now no life. I don't even have any job qualifications to get one. What the hell am I going to do?" By now, her makeup had completely run down off her face following the tear tracks.

I thought for a minute. "Don't give me that crap Kelly, there is not enough justice in this world for that to happen. Remember I was there when you had that little heart to heart with mummy. You won't starve Kelly, but I can tell you this sweetie. I would not wish on my worst enemy, what is going to happen to you at your mother's. I doubt you'll be sitting for a very long time after your mother gets through chewing you a new arsehole."

I thought about what Marcie had said, and took a leaf out of her nasty book. "If you don't like that option, there is one qualification you've been working on for the last year that might get you out of trouble snookems. And from what I've heard, there's a vacancy on Fifth and Ann St. Just make sure you get your regular medical checkups, and use condoms. You have maybe five or ten good years in you still. Ohhh and but remember Kelly, there'll be no darking of mummy's doorstep and definitely not mine!"

Kelly wailed and stomped her feet. "This isn't fair James. She's driving me insane ... you don't know what it's like! I never would have used the prenuptial if the roles were reversed. You can't leave me with nothing!" I could see Kelly wasn't interested in clearing the air as she had said, or saving her relationship with me in the least ... no ... it was clear now she was making one last ditched effort to get enough money to get away from all the hoop jumping that her mother was going to be putting her through.

I sneered at Kelly again, "You forget Kelly, I was married to you for six fucking years, and when it comes to control, you are your mother's daughter Kelly. I know exactly what it's like to have someone manipulating you from dawn til dusk, so bullshit in triplicate Kelly! Lennard helped me draft the codicil, and he knew better than me what you were. As he said to me, 'I'm not hampered by your love for Kelly!' He was the one who convinced me to put that ten year alimony clause in. He knew the dollar signs would be rolling around in your eyes so fast, your face would look like a poker machine."

I was back to being furious now. "He and I both knew that you would have exercised the clause to the fullest, and I'd be paying through my eye teeth. Do you remember what you said in that phone conversation with that cunt Caroline? 'If not, he'll be paying me for the next ten years to fuck with anyone I want'. There no compassion in you what so ever Kelly, so don't expect any in return."

With that, Kelly slumped to the floor in defeat, bawling into her hands. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Thank you Kelly, I'm glad we had this little talk; I feel so much better now!"

Yes, two nil, game over, I win! Ok, so I'm gloating, tough shit. I held out my arms for Michelle and Sarah. "Shall we go ladies? We have some negotiating to do!" 

"It would be our pleasure James!" They both chimed in with enormous grins on their faces.

As we walked away Michelle commented, "Ohhh, by-the-way, Brock says 'no extra charge!'" I looked at her funny and she held her finger to her lips, flicking her head back to Kelly. She whispered, "It's not as bad as she made out. One will be walking with a limp for the rest of his life, and the other's tennis career is toast, but hey, they'll live, and the other two chicken-shits will be looking over their shoulders for a very long time."

I shook my head. "Ummm, one more question if you please, why didn't I get let in on this?"

Michelle grinned. "You ever see that movie, Independence Day with Will Smith?" I nodded that I had. "Well you'll be familiar with the concept of 'Plausible Deniability'. Brock knew you were off fishing with your boss. I have never seen him so pissed, so he took that opportunity to have a little chat about cause and effect with Kelly's gang. He knew when the police came knocking on your door, you would react just as you did, without any guilty look on your face, and by the look of things it worked a treat."

I suddenly understood what she was saying. I took the cheque out of my pocket, grabbing Michelle's handbag for support. I scratched out Kelly's signature and resigned underneath, then endorsed on the back. "Tell Brock, thanks, but I pay my way! Give him a kiss and hug for me, and tell him I owe him more than this shitty little cheque!"

Michelle took the cheque with a grin on her face a mile wide. "I'll do just that, but only for you James, but no more. Brock's just not my type."

Now you can ask yourself, was I really stoked as we walked off? Abso-fucking-lutely! 

"Thank you both for sticking it to Kelly back there. I felt like she had still won somehow. You know with the cuckolding and everything, even though I was the financial winner in the divorce, my self-esteem was really shot to shit. I felt like a gullible dust-bunny sucking up everything she handed out, and felt she still had it over me with her lies, deceit and disrespect."

I had a sad smile on my face and Sarah gave me a comforting hug. "When it comes to humiliation, women know women best. The old saying holds true! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!"

I grinned. "That isn't quite the quote you know! 'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.'

Michelle gave me an exasperated look. "Okay, so we might not have been scorned, but hell, we were certainly pissed at being used like that. Michelle and I both knew you'd be still hurting from Kelly's betrayal and needed to see her brought down a peg or two."

I started laughing. "Peg or two be damned, you two whipped the whole bloody ladder right out from under her. Just the same, I'm glad you did. My macho self-image feels that I should have been the one getting the revenge not the two of you, but in the end, all I could think about was just getting away and putting it behind me. Hell, between what Kelly's mother has in store for her and what you two did just now, I kind of feel a little like the damsel in distress and the three of you, my white knights, riding in to rescue me!

My ears were burning with embarrassment. "I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I think a lot TLC will go a long way in soothing my bruised male ego. I don't think I have ever seen her so distraught in my entire life. The bit about letting me have my fantasy didn't just break the back, it snapped her poor camel in two and I appreciate it, even if it was only for her benefit."

"By the way, just who is your type?"

Michelle looked at me with a cheeky grin. "Who said anything about, only being for her benefit?" My face showed the confusion I was in. Okay, so my IQ was frantically brainstorming ideas and had left me speechless, and both women giggling.