2 comments/ 45784 views/ 3 favorites Friendly Fuck By: toodamnhung My girlfriend Dawn and I were at a small party at a coworker's house recently. It was a nice summer night, and our friend Vie has a house on the beach, so it was really a great night for a party. Everyone was in a fun mood, and we all took turns mixing drinks for everyone at the bar. Dawn was wearing a patterned peasant blouse, thin gauzy cotton, that laced up the front - no bra and a pair of jeans. She looked amazing as usual, and while we were standing by the porch rail soaking in the warm sea breeze, I had to kiss her. We spent quite a few minutes kissing on the porch when we heard our hostess Vie say to some of the other partiers who had been watching us "Don't you just wanna watch them fuck?" Of course we all laughed. It was kind of a joke around work that Dawn and I couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Later the party began to thin out, leaving only a few of us behind who were, at that point, very well drunk. We continued to laugh and drink on the porch as people slowly paired off and drifted away. Who knows what was beginning to happen in the bedrooms as our drunk friends began to find each other irresistible. Eventually there were three of us left on the balcony, Dawn, myself, and our hostess and good friend Vie. Vie stumbled inside to fetch drinks, and again Dawn and I found ourselves standing by the rail kissing. Our tongues danced around each other, and we began to caress each others rears. Soft moans began to emanate from our drunken throats. We were clearly ready to leave so that we could get home to our bed and our lovemaking, when we heard Vie stagger back onto the porch. "Damn," she said when she say us making out like crazy on her porch and grabbing each others asses, "I really wanna see you guys fuck!" Vie is in her early fifties - ten years older than me and twenty years older than Dawn. We have known her for a very long time, so we weren't too surprised by her bawdy comment. In fact it happens quite often when she is drunk. Nonetheless I was still surprised when Dawn replied, "That is a distinct possibility tonight, Vie." Vie of course did not hesitate to call her bluff. "Let's head upstairs then," she slurred, winking drunkenly at both of us. We all laughed, but found ourselves heading upstairs, grabbing the handrail for support. The topmost floor of their beach house is all bedroom. The french doors open onto a balcony that overlooks the ocean and allows a fabulous view and a fabulous breeze. The doors were open this night, and the thin curtains billowed in a soft sea breeze. Dawn and I flopped on the bed and Vie plopped into a big rattan chair sitting adjacent to the king-size bed. We chatted for a while, and I began to think maybe the "dare" had passed when Vie said, "You should kiss her some more." Happy to oblige, I began to kiss Dawn hungrily, eager to see how far this would go. Dawn was more than responsive to my kisses, enjoying our tongue play and pulling me close to her. Then Dawn broke away from my kiss and surprised me by suggesting Vie be the "director." Vie seemed a bit confused at first, and I must admit so was I. Dawn explained that she meant Vie should "direct" us - meaning for her to tell us what to do. Vie understood immediately. "I have been," she said smiling. "now quit talking and start kissing again!" We resumed our make out session on the bed with what I must admit was a bit of renewed vigor. This was something new for sure, and we were both enjoying it. "Feel up her breast," Vie directed, and I did so, cupping her C cup in my hand and squeezing gently. "The other one too." Again I complied gladly, squeezing handfuls of my girlfriend's luscious tits. "Take your top off, Dawn," Vie directed next. Dawn removed her soft top, allowing her amazing breasts freedom in the warm sea air. I began to kiss and lick them immediately (even though I hadn't been told to do so). Dawn moaned softly as I kissed her round nipples, alternately sucking one and squeezing the other in my hand. "Take off your pants too." Dawn removed her tight jeans, wiggling out of them on the bed while I continued kissing her breasts. As she pulled her jeans off, she pulled her panties down part way, exposing her ample bushy pubic hair to my view (and to Vie's). She quickly pulled these back up as she laid back further on the bed, arching her back up so that her breasts stood up firmly in the moonlight that now flooded the bed from the open porch doors. As I continued attacking Dawn's breasts I glanced at Vie, sitting in the large rattan chair only a few feet away to see how she was taking all this. Vie was extremely attractive in her day and still is an amazing physical presence. She is tall and blonde, and in spite of carrying a little extra weight, beautiful. The flowered shirt she wore was unbuttoned all the way, and it lay open to the waist. She was caressing one of her large breasts with her hand, periodically squeezing the large dark nipple. Noticing that I was watching, she licked her fingers and moistened the nipple. I looked at Dawn, whose own nipple was in my mouth, and saw that she was smiling back at Vie. By now I was about to lose my mind (or my wad). "Take off your panties, Dawn," Vie directed next. As she did so, I watched Vie spread her own legs, and I saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her short skirt eased up as she spread her legs further, exposing the blonde and furry mass inside. I sat up then to admire both of these beautiful women more clearly. I probably looked like a guy at a tennis match, looking at one furry snatch on the right and my own beautiful girlfriend's furry mound on the left. To my surprise (though at this point nothing should have surprised me) both of them reached a hand down slowly and they each began to caress themselves. I sat back on the bed and watched as their masturbations both increased in intensity, each occasionally licking their two fingers before bringing them back to their moist cunts, inserting a finger or two then pulling them out to rub the furry mound briskly on top. Dawn was really beginning to moan when Vie said, "I think you should fuck her now." Dawn immediately hiked her legs in the air and beckoned me on top of her. I slid up close on my knees, and grabbing her thighs firmly, drove deep into her on the first stroke. I admit I have never heard such a pleasurable moan from her as the one she emitted as I began to pound against her firmly. She was on fire soon, bucking against my thrusts and pulling me deeper into her. Then she came, throwing her head back and letting out a deep exhalation of breath. Sensing that I was soon to cum myself, she eased away from me, pushing herself into a sitting position and leaning against the padded headboard. I saw her beckon Vie with her finger then and I turned to look at our hostess who I had briefly almost forgotten about. I sat back on the bed and watched as Vie slid next to Dawn. I watched with delight as she took Vie's hand and guided it down to her soaking wet pussy. Vie began to rub Dawn's cunt and again Dawn began to moan. Dawn usually takes a while to get excited again after cumming once, but tonight she was crazed. I scooted closer to watch Vie's fingers darting in and out of my girlfried, when Dawn said; "Touch her." I didn't realize at first she was talking to me until she said again, more forcefull, "Touch her." I carefully eased up my friend Vies' skirt and slid my hand up the inside of her leg to find her warm wet pussy. I eased two fingers in and rubbed her clit with my thumb. To my surprise (I know - nothing should have surprised me by now) Vie reeached over with her free hand and squeezed my throbbing cock. We were all touching each other now, rubbing and stroking and moaning. I removed my hand and reached around behind Vie to squeeze her ample ass. I let my fingers ease down her crack to explore her asshole and to my delight she leaned closer, buried her head between my legs and gobbled my cock in one gulp. She began squeezing it with her throat muscles and slurping it's length slowly as I eased a finger into her tight asshole. Our moaning had reached quite ample levels by now, and as we all rubbed and bucked and sucked we all came explosively. I came first shooting the load that by now felt like bucketfulls down the throat of my older friend. Vie came next as I buried fingers into both her ass and cunt. Dawn came last as Vie frantically fingered her moist slit with Dawn rubbing her own bushy mound at the same time. As I let out a huge post-orgasm sigh, I noticed that in spite of her huge second orgasm Dawn was still rubbing her fuzzy mound and slipping a finger into her pussy to join Vie's two fingers which were still sliding slowly in and out of her cunt. I noticed next that Vie was still grinding against my hand, forcing my fingers in and out of her ass and pussy. Finally I realized that Vie was still sucking on my cock, which in spite of having just cum a huge load was rapidly hardening again. I usually require 15 or 20 minutes at least after an orgasm to get hard again, but I guess the excitement of fucking my girlfriend and our best friend was having an effect on me because my cock was already starting to throb again as she sucked it's length down her throat. Vie broke away from me then and removed her hand from Dawn's twat. She turned herself around and shoved her ass toward me. She bent down and began licking Dawn's reddened pussy lips in long slow strokes. Dawn threw her head back in pleasure, and I saw her looking at me as Vie murmured through a mouthful of twat, "I want your cock in my ass." I eased myself into position behind my her and licked my finger to moisten her ass. It was pretty loose already from my avid fingering during her last orgasm, and I was ready to slide inside her. I looked into my girlfriend's eyes, and she smiled as I slid my cock deep into Vie's ass. We again quickly became a bucking and fucking mass. As I pounded Vie's copious ass from behind, she was madly licking Dawn's dripping cunt. Vie's other hand reached down to her own cunt and I could feel her arm violently rubbing her clit as I fucked her asshole. Danwn's hands were busy as well, one rubbing her bushy mound, occasionally grabbing Vie's blonde head and grinding it into her crotch, the other hand squeezing alternately one beautiful breast then the other. Occasionally she would reach forward and squeeze Vie's beautiful tits which were swinging back and forth as I slammed my cock into her ass. The slapping and sucking and fingering sounds increased in speed and volume as we all fucked like beasts on speed. I'd like to say we all came at the same time in an explosion of shared sexual ecstasy, but that would be a lie. Dawn came first - even though it was her third orgasm of the night. Vie didn't cum a second time. I guess my cock in her ass didn't do as much for her as it did for me. But as Dawn and I dressed and staggered out of the bedroom, she was sitting on the bed still sliding her fingers in and out of her cum filled ass. At the bottom of the stairs we ran into Vie's husband Paul. He had opted for a night out with some friends instead of a night at home with Vie's friends. We exchanged brief pleasantries before staggering to our car and driving home. We wondered aloud as we drove home if Paul had fun as he climbed the stairs to find his horny wife and her cum filled holes waiting for him in bed. I'm willing to bet he had the time of his life, just as we did! Friendly Fucking Darrel had been keeping an eye on Ella for quite some time. She was in his bedroom spread out on top of the duvet while sleeping and he'd been watching her from the doorway smoking a cigarette. He'd been pondering about what to do about her. She was one of his best friends, a lovely person with intellect and wit. But she was also a woman wearing only thin panties and an oversized shirt which was riding up over her ass giving him a full view of the firm, fleshy cheeks. He slowly had a drag of his smoke, closed his eyes and listened for the little voice of reason in the back of his head which should have told him to put on a tie and a shirt and head to work. Instead a growling need shivering through his bones made his heart start beating faster as it silently shouted: "Go get what you need!", and Darrel snubbed out the cigarette in the nearest ashtray as he unzipped his pants intending to do just that. They'd been friends for ages. In secondary school he'd been the one to start a rumour about how she kissed all the boys and as she'd been crying in the toilets about how that was not true, he'd acted as a saviour comforting her. They dated for two weeks. Then they broke up. That was pretty much how their relationship continued over the following years and as Darrel climbed into bed and slipped naked across the duvet towards Ella, he tried to remember how many times they'd argued and dated other people just to get back together. Right now he was dating Amanda, a tall woman with a heavy chest and a minimal brain. Ella was with Lou, a handsome but nerdy guy who cared more for interfacing online than actually walking to the next room to talk to her. They both hated their picks and as Ella came over for dinner, they fucked. The food was still standing cold on the table. Darrel couldn't even care about it. Darrel's warm hand stroked across the lower of Ella's back as he pushed her further up. Her skin was pale and clean, her spine curved beautifully and still all he could think about was how perfect she would be had she gotten those D-cups he offered to pay for back in 2009. They'd had sex and Ella had joked about him never being generous, so he'd pulled out a cheque and offered her a nicer look. She'd slapped him for that. "But damn, you could be sexy," Darrel purred as the shirt crumbled around her shoulders. He couldn't take it off of her without waking her up. Instead he brushed a lock of her messy hair out of her face and glanced at her ruined make-up. It started dripping as she sobbed earlier from him grabbing her ears too harshly as she was sucking him off. He liked this look the best. "You look like the little whore you are," he whispered to her ear and she moved slightly. Darrel started slipping both his hands down her body. He brushed across her skin with his long fingers, dug his tips into her buttocks and leaned down to kiss each cheek. She smelled of sex and sweat, of perfume and deodorant wearing off. But she tasted wonderfully of him. As he grabbed her moist panties and dragged them down, he could smell how he'd been in her, had her - the scent of fucking was overwhelming and as he dug his face in between her buttocks, it only grew. He let her panties hang loosely by her knees as he spread her open and started licking at the line of her ass. His wet, thin tongue slipped around her pucker, teased the muscles at her entrance and left a wet trail down towards her pussy. He pursed his lips and kissed her wetly on the inside of her thighs and her ass, he placed sloppy kisses on her hole. She tasted of soap and sperm, and every time he dragged his tongue down closer to her pussy, he could taste her wetness. Her labia opened easily for him and allowed him to tease her with his mouth and feel how they pulsated and grew a little at the treatment. Ella had started to move on the bed and she was panting in her sleep. But it took a little more to wake her up fully. Darrel popped his finger in his mouth and wetted it well before pushing it into her ass. Her pucker complied with his pushing and the muscles only slowly tightened around him. But as he forced a second finger inside of her, that's when Ella bashed her eyelashes harshly and moved her head to see what was going on. Her pucker tightened around his two fingers immediately and her slick muscles rubbed around them hotly as her lips parted and she stared at him in disbelief. "Fuck you," she then mumbled quietly as if out of breath. Darrel smirked a little and twisted his fingers around, making her jump a little and moan. Her fingers dug into the duvet to grab at something. "I'll be doing the fucking," he replied swiftly. "Such a bad joke." "But a good fuck." Darrel curled his fingers a little before dragging them out slowly. Ella was moving her whole body with every little move he made. It was as if she tightened up every muscle until he was almost outside of her, then she breathed out and relaxed - too soon. As Darrel felt her pucker loosen he quickly forced his fingers deep inside of her until his knuckles slammed to her soft skin. It left her moaning for more. "Oh gosh," he heard her mumble before she pressed her face into a pillow and he laughed as he started fucking her ass using two fingers only. She was tight - very tight and very warm, and her muscles worked wonderfully on him. He reached up with the other hand to grab at her buttock to squeeze it. Then he lifted his hand and landed a sharp slap on it. "Ouch!" He slapped her once again just as he pushed inside, and she whined lightly and stretched her whole body in protest. "Ah... it hurts," she gasped. "You've had worse," he smirked at her and reached in between her legs as he rubbed her wet pussy. Her labia were spreading for him, her clit had hardened with the pleasure of her ass being used, and he could easily push two fingers into her already fucked hole and feel his cum still stuck in there. It made a wet noise as he started fucking both her holes at the same time. "See? You're so wet!" he proclaimed and got a loud moan in response. "You're loving being treated like a slut." "Stop... ah... calli-nngh me that!" Ella gasped and Darrel forced a third finger into her pussy in the same. "Why? Oh, you prefer being a whore maybe?" he teased. He knew she wanted to reply, but couldn't - she was wriggling and moving all over the duvet now, but then suddenly she curved her back some more and reached behind her. Her fingers sought his hair and dug into his dirty locks. "Lick me again," she said with a strained voice and as he looked her in the eyes, he could tell she needed it. She'd slipped into her own world of pleasure and he let her guide him to her ass. She twisted her fingers around his hair and tugged at it as she urged him to lick, and he started doing just that; again his rough, slim tongue started rubbing around her entrance which was stretched slightly by his fingers. Listening to her moans to figure out where she liked it the best, he kissed, sucked, licked and circled her skin until she was gasping and her whole body seemed to be vibrating. It was turning him on hugely; his cock was standing up straight into the air filled to the brim with blood, and it was hard, his balls pulling up though heavy with cum he felt almost ready to spurt, and he knew he had to go on soon. Darrel pushed his fingers all the way into her pussy again as he pulled the other ones out of her ass and instead pushed in his tongue. Ella whined as she felt his wet muscle move inside of her, rubbing around and licking her clean. Her eyes rolled backwards and she bit her lower lip as sweat slipped down her skin and made her feel dirty. She was wet all over and she was sure she'd marked the bed with a big, damp spot. It would only get worse when Darrel first started fucking her. She wasn't sure what hole he would pick this time, but as he pulled his head back and positioned himself behind her ass, she didn't need to ask him. His eyes were shining in need - he was going to take her ass. Darrel grabbed at his pulsating cock as he gave it a few strokes. He didn't even need lube this time; his length was smeared with precum that had slipped from the tip of his cock, and her ass was wet with licking and her own liquids she'd been sleeping in. Some lube from earlier was still sticking to the side of her pucker and he gently pressed his cock around to get it all onto himself before pushing her ass up into the air for a better aim. He pushed her in a way so that her upper-body was smashed to the bed while her ass was wriggling right in front of his cock. Then he spread her cheeks, pushed his cockhead to her entrance and started sinking inside. Ella was tight. She felt it right away and gasped at the feeling. It was very different from having her pussy fucked, it felt way more intrusive and yet so good. She felt dirty. She felt like the whore Darrel said she was. Still she was tight like a virgin; Darrel's fat cock was squeezed by her inner muscles and he felt she was milking him as he pushed himself in. It roughly slipped deep into her inch by inch, all the liquids helping it along, but she could still feel a lot of the pressure and force it took, and her body shivered at the entry. "Oh god, oh god," she whimpered and Darrel glanced at the ceiling as he took in a deep breath. The pulse in his neck was going crazy. "Oh fuck yes!" he growled and wrinkled his brows. He was holding tightly onto her ass to keep her buttocks spread and his fingers were making red, deep marks in her skin, but all he could focus on was the tightness of her around him. As soon as he was all the way in, his cockhead bumping to the soft inner of her, he pulled out slowly just to slam right back in in a violent move. It shook her whole body; the bed shrieked a little, but it only added to his excitement. He grabbed at her as he started fucking her quicker and quicker, his pace speeding up with every dragging second, and Ella gasped and whined and moaned as she was roughly pushed forward and back by Darrel's sheer force. His balls were slapping to her skin making noise, he was grunting and his hands were leaving marks. It hurt, but in a good way - she could feel her pussy dripping of pleasure and her nipples were hardening in her shirt so tightly it almost hurt. She felt as if she was pushed to the edge with every pound and then brought back again as he pulled out a little. All the senses were making her crazy. Most of all as he started going even more rough on her. Darrel couldn't get enough - he'd just fucked her two hours earlier but he wanted more and he wanted it tighter. He leaned in over her bended, abused body as he started ramming into her with his whole weight put into every slam, and Ella had to grab onto the headboard with flailing hands as she was literally pushed across the duvet, her smaller body forced up against the head of the bed. It was whining beneath them and they couldn't care. Her ass was wobbling between his hands, her hole was stretched to a limit and her clit was so sensitive a single stroke could make her orgasm. She wanted badly to come, but she couldn't reach down and do it herself without falling over or smacking to the headboard by Darrel's rough treatment. Instead she tried to collect enough air to speak: "Plea...seeh, ahh, I need... I need to come!" she whined and Darrel laughed behind her in a deep, cruel voice. "Do you?" he asked and she smacked her face to the pillow as he fucked her even quicker. "Please, Daahrell," she begged and finally he reached a sweaty hand in beneath her to circle her clitoris. That was all it took - Ella came in a violent orgasm, her whole body shaking and her mouth falling open as she moaned loudly. She cried out and then gritted her teeth together to stay silent, but her following low pants and moans as she pushed her ass back in shakes with the orgasm still rolling down her body were not quiet. Darrel heard each and every one of them as he grinned, sweating and panting so hard his cheeks were deeply red. Then he finally came too. His balls pulled up and he spurted four thick loads of cum deep inside of Ella as he couldn't hold back anymore. He slammed into her one last time and stayed swaying in over her body with his gaze fixated on a spot on the wall, his brows wrinkled and his lips stretched before he gasped out. He gave up in his body, slipped down and landed on top of her without pulling out of her first. She growled as his weight pressed her into the bed, but then she silently accepted his arms wrapping around her and the kiss he pressed to her hair. "You were a good fuck," he said and she smiled sarcastically. "Was I now?" "A good whore." "Hm. Thanks. You were okay." "Okay?" He slapped her lightly and Ella laughed. She reached over, turned her head and kissed him. "Want to date again?" she asked in a shy whisper. Two hours later Amanda got a phone call. She was told Darrel felt their relationship was going nowhere and that he needed a break. He had that break in Ella's bed.