1 comments/ 23183 views/ 1 favorites Sonia's Weekend Break Ch. 01 By: Dokhian Hi all. My name is Sonia. I'm 5 foot 2 inches, slim, medium to large breasts and I like men. I especially like men to notice me and get horny looking at me. I love provoking them a lot but I don't consider myself to be a prick tease. I always try to follow through and finish what I start. Anyway, my friend Fiona told me to write about my weekend break at her house. I'm not really a writing sort of person but here goes... (Tony, if you're reading this, I'm sorry and I'll explain later, okay? There are a few things you don't know about that weekend, especially about the journey to London.) Here goes... I was staying at my parent's holiday flat in Dorset while I was working as a waitress in an Italian restaurant. I'd been there for 3 months and my contract was coming to an end. My plans included returning to London for the winter months while business in the south is slower and then returning the next spring. I remember it was a Monday and I was at home, when my boyfriend answered the phone and I heard him trying to speak really bad English to someone on the other end of the line. He was from Argentina and worked at the same pizza place as I did. We used to fuck a lot in the store room at work during breaks and the relationship kind of grew a little from there. I had never considered him the love of my life or any love at all for that matter but he obviously felt that there was more to the relationship than sex since he would spend too much time at my apartment hounding me or trying to help me with the weekly shopping. "Get a life, dude, and leave me the fuck alone" I thought. I didn't really have the heart to tell him that, and that all that interested me for the moment was in his pants. Anyway, I digress. The point is that I took the receiver from him and answered myself. "Hello." I said. "Sonia? It's me Fiona." responded a voice from the ear piece. "Fifi!" I shrieked. "How are you? How's Tony? What are you guys up too?" I asked. My heart always raced when Fiona phoned. The reason was that I was nuts about Tony. But she was my friend and I kept well away from him. For years I'd fantasized about him, and for years I kept my emotions hidden, especially from him. Sure, on some occasions I would put on the shortest skirt I had when I was near him but it was mainly for my benefit. I would fantasize about him fantasising about me. Does that make any sense at all? "We're fine, Sonia, I miss you a lot. When are you going to come and visit us again?" asked Fiona. "Well, now that you mention it, my contract ends on Thursday and I was thinking of popping back up to London. Do you think I could stay with you for the weekend until I move into mum and dad's place on Monday? I don't really fancy staying with them the whole weekend." I replied. "You know you don't have to ask, just knock on the door. "Hey, how are you coming up?" she asked, "I could ask Tony to drive down and pick you up." Fiona really knew how to make it difficult for me and she must trust Tony a lot knowing that if it were any other guy, I would probably fuck him 10 times before reaching London. But it's Tony and I couldn't do it. Not Tony. I would probably freeze from nerves and would hardly talk throughout the 4 hour journey. Damm, why did he make me so nervous and why did my brain turn to shit when I was around him? I hated myself for that. "That's ok Fifi, don't bother him with it. It would be an 8 hour journey for him. I can take the bus and be there in 4. There's no point making the poor guy drive so far. Besides, he's probably very busy and what if something happened to him and..." I was getting nervous again but I tried to control myself. "Thanks a lot but forget it. I'll get the bus on Friday afternoon and a taxi to your house. I should be there by 8pm." I stammered. "Ok Sonia, have it you way but I'm sure he won't mind and you know he's an excellent driver." She insisted. "No, it's ok. I'll see you guys on Friday evening. See you Fifi and thanks. Give my love to Tony" I hanged up the phone before I would drop it, my hands were shaking. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I cursed myself for being so feeble and weak minded. I would love to spend 4 hours in a car with Tony. I would put my hand into his trousers and stroke his balls and take his cock out and lick the tip and suck it, oh god suck it good and swallow.....STOPPP! I was getting hot about something that was never going to happen. A drop of liquid trickled down my inside leg. Boy was my pussy wet. "Joe, sweetheart," I called out to my Argentinean pain in the ass. "Yes my love?" he replied. "Could you do me a favour and get your cock out, I need a fuck right now." I demanded. "Who was woman on phone?" he asked. "Oh, it was Fiona, a very good friend of mine." I replied. "Is she, how you say? Good fuck?" He asked giggling. I really wasn't in the mood for his jokes. I shouted at him, "She has a boyfriend that would fuck you up before you had a chance to pee your pants! "Now get in here and fuck me!" And mumbling under my breath I said, "And I'll pretend its Tony who's drilling me" He must have read my mind because he asked, "Hmm, you like boyfriend huh? Your pussy wet for him?" Damm fucking right, I thought. Fuck I seriously wanted Tony's babies. He could tie me up in the basement and fuck me non stop and even invite his friends if it would make him happy. I was so wet for him. Nearly every time I had a cock in my hands or in my cunt or in my mouth (which was often), he would be right there haunting my every thought. I would see guys in the street or at work and I would compare them to Fiona's boyfriend. What on earth was wrong with me and what on earth did Tony have that made me so horny? I couldn't explain it. Sure, he was good looking in a manly sort of way. Tall, good legs, great ass, tanned, muscularly without over doing it, but there where a lot of guys like that. Tony was just special to me. The week went by very slowly. Work, thinking of Tony, home, thinking of Tony, fucking Joe and thinking of Tony, sleep and dreaming of Tony, work, thinking of Tony, home... on and on and on and it wouldn't end. But finally, one day, I woke up and it was Friday. Yup, tonight I would see him. He would be there. I would smell him even. I spent 3 hours preparing myself in the bathroom. But it was compensated by the 4 minutes I spent packing. Most of my clothes would stay in the flat until next year. I only took what I needed the most. I had more clothes in London. I'm actually one of the very few women who like to travel light. It was now 1 o'clock and the bus left at 3. I had 2 hours to kill. There was a knock at the door and I went to see who it was. Opening the door there stood Joe with a smile on his face. Shit! I'd forgotten all about him and hadn't told him that I was going to London. He tried to enter but I told him that I had to go and that it was fun and all but that he wouldn't be seeing me again. He looked down at the floor and saw the small travel bag. "You going to London?" he asked, with a puzzle look on his stupid face. "Yes," I said, "And I won't be coming back for a long time." Please fuck off, please fuck off... I concentrated on that thought to see if he would get the message via telepathy or something. Go on, scat, piss off, hasta fucking luego. My mental efforts where wasted on him. He was still there on my door step and he wouldn't just disappear magically into thin air. I started to get annoyed. "Listen carefully Joe, I going to London, I won't be back, get a life, adios." "I not understand!" he pleaded. "Yes, well, that's always been a problem for you. Have a good life Joe. I don't want to see you again. Whatever you think we had together is over. No more fucky sucky. Bye." That killed the conversation right there. I picked up the travel bag, pushed him aside and closed and locked the door behind me. I called the lift and when it came I got in it and pressed the ground button. As far as I know he may have stayed there on my landing all weekend long. I hailed a taxi to take me to the bus station. I got there at 1:45 and still had over an hour to kill so I sat down on a bench and prepared for the long wait. Tony would have been here by now if I would have let Fiona ask him to pick me up. We would be in the car alone now. He would be driving and I would be looking at the bulge between his legs. And I would stroke it while his left hand moved up under my skirt and touched my naked pussy lips. He would then insert a finger inside my wet pussy and.....FUCK ME! I was day dreaming again and another trickle of juice raced down my inside leg and into my shoe. I seriously needed to fuck something. I looked around but there was no one in sight. I lifted my travel bag onto my thighs and slipped my hand under it and up my skirt so that no one would see me. I touched my pussy; it was soaking wet and very hot. I caressed my bloated clit and oh it felt so good. Inserting two fingers inside I started to rub myself under the travel bag. I was going cross eyed from not focusing on anything real, so with my other hand I removed a book I was reading from my travel bag and place it on top and pretended to read. But my mind wasn't anywhere near the subject of the book. My mind raced along the road in a car with Tony while his fingers rubbed my pussy. His touch made me feel so good. And I imagined taking his cock out and stroking it. Up and down and up and down. His pre-cum seeping slowly out from the tip of his cock. I imagined lowering my mouth to taste its sweetness. His long fingers working miracles inside me while he drove. What a great driver he really was. Fiona was right. He was driving and finger fucking me perfectly at the same time, and all this while his hard cock pleasured my mouth and my taste buds. What a guy. His fingers made me cum hard. I started to scream until I realized where I was. I looked up to see a guy sitting opposite me on another bench at the bus station. "Must be an interesting book." He said, smiling at me. I was glowing red from the orgasm and I was perspiring heavily. With a shaky voice I tried to answer him, "Actually, I wasn't really reading it. I was thinking of a friend." "He must be a really close friend." He stood up and moved over to my bench and sat next to me. "Hi, my name is Tom. I'm headed to London on the next bus." He introduced himself. "Sonia, me too... London that is" I replied sheepishly. Tom seemed nice enough. Of medium height, short thin dark hair and a slim build. He carried only a rucksack and a small carry bag. I looked at the clock on the station wall. It said 14:35. Wow, nearly an hour had passed already and people were starting to arrive. I stood up and flattened my skirt down with my hand. "Well it has been nice talking to you." I said pleasantly, "Do you mind? I have to go to the little girl's room before I get on the bus." "Of course." said Tom standing up, "It was a pleasure to see you in action." I moved away towards the Ladies room. I walked by the bench where he was sitting and glanced back to my bench. Oh my god, he had a clear view between my legs. He must have seen everything, my bald exposed pussy, everything. I smiled to myself. This may be an interesting bus ride I thought. Eventually I was on the bus and sitting down waiting for the thing to pull off towards London and nearer to the love of my life; Tony (I can't believe I just said that). The door finally closed and I saw the driver prepare for departure when suddenly the door opened again and in came Tom with his rucksack over his shoulders. He scanned the seating layout and found me. The seat next to mine was free but so were many others. The bus was virtually empty and I was the only person sitting near the back. "Mind if I sit next to you?" he asked. "It's a long way to London and I could do with the company." "Sure, why not?" I said removing my travel bag from the empty seat and stowing it away in the ceiling baggage compartment. He removed his rucksack and did the same but still carried with him the small carry bag in his hands. Sitting down he stared at my legs. My skirt, although not the shortest I have, was pretty short none the less and he knew that I had no underwear on. Eventually he made himself comfortable and sat down. "Tell me something about your friend," he asked, "I'm curious. Do you masturbate for all your friends or is this one special in someway?" "Actually, he is very special to me but he doesn't know it and probably never will." I explained my situation. The bouts of nerves I had when he was near me physically or otherwise. The fantasies I constantly had about him, everything. I figured that a stranger would be a good person to talk to about this. "You should let him know. Even if you're afraid to talk to him, you should at least write a letter and let him know how you feel." He said. "I can't do that to Fiona," I said, "I just can't. She's my best friend. She'll also kill me, best friend or not. Let's face it. I'm fucked." "Well, don't worry. I'm sure one day you'll get your wish." He finished. I really wished his words would come true. "Tom?" I asked, changing the subject slightly. "What exactly did you see at the station?" He raised his eyebrows and paused for a few seconds before answering, "I saw you climax using two fingers in what seemed to me a very wet pussy." I couldn't believe he'd actually said all that with a straight face while mine went completely red. I was right. He'd seen everything. I decided to ask him something and I hoped he would react with the same level of self control. "Tom, do you mind if I suck your cock right here and now?" I said bluntly and with no remorse. "You mean suck my cock and pretend it's Tony, right?" He added. He'd summed up 2 and 2 together and got 4 dead on. Most men would get all confused and get 5 o 6 thinking that they actually meant something to a girl with simple desires. "Yup, that's exactly right." I said, "And I want to call you Tony for the rest of the journey, if that's ok with you?" He smiled at me before answering. "Sure, why not. Tony's a lucky man to have such a devoted friend." I didn't hesitate. It was going to be fun thinking of Tony while sucking a cock and not having to fake it. I half closed my eyes and stroked Tom's crotch through his trousers. I could feel his cock hardening and bulging inside his pants. It would soon be uncomfortable for him but I let him suffer a little more while I savoured every moment. My pussy was dripping again and I was becoming very hot. I unbuttoned his trousers and his belt and opened him up looking for the prize inside. I freed his hard member and stroked it. Tom closed his eyes. I wondered if he was thinking about someone else while I was working his cock. I didn't care enough to ask. Drops of pre-cum surfaced from the tip and I lowered my tongue to clean it off. I opened my mouth wide and took his cock all the down my throat while massaging his balls. He started to move his hips relative to my head movements. I was sure that I was leaving a stain on the bottom of my skirt and on the bus seat; my pussy was gushing fluids like a flush flood. I took hold of his hand and moved it towards my gaping cunt. He put a finger inside me, then two and finally three. I stopped sucking him and looked up at him I growled, "Finger fuck my cunt, and fuck it hard." He began to really pound my pussy forcing it open and forcing even more juices out. I lifted my bottom up from the seat and raised my skirt to my waist so that I could open my legs wider apart. This helped Tom really slam his fingers into me. I could feel his balls contract, he was going to cum and he tried to move my head out of the way. "Cum in my mouth" I begged him. That was when I felt the rush of hot cum ram my tonsils like a fireman's hose. Wave after wave of hot sticky white cum filled my mouth and forced itself down my throat. I closed my eyes and imagined Tony, his seed penetrating me and reaching my stomach. I swallowed all I could. Gulp after gulp of sperm nearly choking me. I tried to breathe and spunk bubbles formed on my lips. His white liquid was dripping down my chin. I pushed it back into my mouth with my finger to swallow every drop. If I'd had vomited it all out on the floor I would have gotten on my hands and knees to eat it all up again. I couldn't imagine letting Tony's cum get wasted like that. I wanted it all. I wanted him so badly. "Eat my pussy, Tony!" I begged Tom. "Make me scream like a dirty slut." Tom lowered himself onto the floor of the bus and edged in between my legs. He lowered his face and started to lick my clit. His cheeks, covered by the pussy juices that I was producing, were slipping and sliding against my inside leg. I was so close to climax already. His tongue felt good but when he blew cool air onto my clitoris, I came instantly. Orgasm after orgasm hit me like a steam train. I put my left hand to my mouth to stop myself from screaming out loud while my right hand clasped the seat arm with all my strength and my body spasmed violently against the seat. My pussy drenched Tom's face with my juices while he tried desperately to survive a serious neck injury as my thighs clasped around his head and shook the shit out of his brains until my orgasmic fit subsided enough for him to slump to the floor. "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed. "Did I do that or was it Tony?" I couldn't speak. We were both bathed in sweat. Tom was breathing heavily but said nothing more and I still had my skirt up around my waist. The seat was stained with my fluids and although I tried to clean it a little with a paper napkin it wouldn't all come off. Never mind, I thought, we'll move to another seat if necessary. By the way, if you've ever sat down in a London to Dorset bus and found a white stain on the seat, it was probably my dried cunt cream you were sitting on why you ate your sandwich. Cool, huh? Eventually, and after drinking Tony's (I mean Tom's) cum three more times, the bus arrived in London. I gave my thanks to Tom, which he said were not needed as he had had the best bus journey of his life (whether he'd need a neck brace or not was another thing) and I hailed a taxi to finally arrive at Fiona's and Tony's house. My nerves were going mushy the nearer I got to him. The taxi stopped outside the house. I paid the driver and stepped out and walked up the steps to the front door. I sighed heavily before I rang the bell. My heart felt like it would explode and my hands were shaking and sweaty. No one answered so I rang again. Eventually I heard the bolts being released and the door moved. There was Fiona and Tony. Oh Jesus, fuck, he's right there, in person and looking so good, I thought. "Are you alright Sonia?" asked Fiona curiously. "You look like you've ran a marathon. I told you Tony would have driven down to pick you up. He would have taken good care of you." I would have taken good care of him too, I thought. "I'm fine Fifi, next time I'll let you pick me up, Tony." I finally replied looking into his dark eyes. Tony smiled but said nothing. "Come in Sonia, don't just stand there, give me a big hug." said Fiona. I entered the house and hugged Fiona. I then moved nervously towards Tony. He would usually give me a peck on the cheek but this time he actually grabbed me and gave me a big hug. I could have sworn that the bulge in his trousers felt bigger than normal. "Forget what Fi says," He said, "you look as gorgeous as always and tasty enough to eat whole. Pips and all." He planted a big wet kiss on my right cheek. I almost fainted. TO BE CONTINUED... Sonia's Weekend Break Ch. 02 I stepped inside the house past Tony and into the hallway. Fiona closed the door behind me while Tony followed me into the kitchen and took my travel bag. "I'll just go and put this in your room." He said, and rushed off upstairs. I helped myself to a cold beer from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table. Fiona came in and sat next to me. "Looks like you had an interesting journey." She said. I looked at her and smiled wickedly. "You could say that. Come and smell this." I opened my mouth and blew out a breath over her face. "Oh my god!" gasped Fiona, "You really did have a good time didn't you? How much did you swallow down? I want details." Fiona's eyes sparkled. "4 times," I replied, "the first two were very heavy loads; the last two were less filling. I met him on the bus. We sat together and things just went on from there." I related my journey in detail with obvious omissions. I couldn't mention that in my imagination I was fantasising about her boyfriend. "You're such a little slut and I'm so envious." she said, "I wish things like that would happen to me. I must travel by bus more I suppose. Maybe some nice guy would cum in my mouth too, but things like that never seem to happen to me. Maybe it's because you're more slutty looking than me, and I don't mean that in a bad way." I seriously felt like hitting her. Not because of the "Slutty looking" statement. That didn't bother me and I knew she wasn't insulting me. In fact, from her, it was a compliment. What really pissed me off was that she was living with, what I personally considered to be, the greatest man in the known universe and she wanted to drink cum from some short guy on a dirty old bus. Ok, fine, I know that I'm probably idolising Tony and in reality his just a normal guy. But that's not the point. For years I have been going slowly nuts thinking about him, fantasizing and pretending he was all mine. I was probably the only person who she shouldn't be saying things to about betraying Tony. Of course, she didn't know how I felt about him. She was just talking to a friend. But even so, I would have liked to punch her lights out. Tony was the only person I felt protective about. "Who was the foreign guy who answered the phone on monday?" she asked. "Just a guy I was fucking," I replied smiling, "All cock and no brains but at least I didn't have to put batteries in him and he did at least know how to pound my pussy." "You are something else." She said laughing. "Hey, you don't tell Tony about these things do you? I would die of shame. It's a girl's thing after all." I pleaded. "Of course not!" she said in shock, "Like you said, its girls talk. "What was the bus dude's name? Did you even ask? Are you going to see him again?" "His name is Ton... Tom." I said, "And no, I'm not going to see him again." "Tom Tom? That's cute. I suppose he never gets lost" She burst out laughing at her own joke. I opened the beer and took a large mouthful making Tom's taste disappear forever. I didn't care about that anymore. Tony was just a few feet away and tonight in bed I would give myself the best finger fuck of all time knowing that he was in the room next to mine. Speaking of Tony, he'd been gone a long time. Tony eventually came downstairs to the kitchen after 25 minutes. "Where did you disappear to?" Fiona asked him absently. "I took Sonia's bag to her room." he replied nervously. Fiona stared at him. "For 25 minutes? Is her room on the other side of London? This house isn't that big." She spat the words out and I felt sorry for Tony. I didn't know how he put up with her at times. "You weren't Wanking off again were you?" She continued, "You know how I hate to waste good cum." Fiona laughed as she said it. Tony glanced at me and blushed and I just looked away embarrassed for him. Fiona could be very crude. "Oh yeah," he replied flippantly. "You know I want to redecorate the living room and paint is very expensive these days. Besides, I'm sure you two had things to talk about." "Yup, you could say that." said Fiona, looking at me with a twisted smile. I felt a little tired and in need of a hot shower. It had been a long and sweaty day. "Do you guys mind if I have a quick shower? I feel really sticky." I said. "I bet you do." said Fiona laughing, "You know where everything is. Help yourself Sonia. This is your home too you know that." "Thanks Fi." I finished my beer and stood up to go upstairs. It had been a long day and I felt drained. I climbed the stairs to the guest room which I always used. Everything was the same as the last time I was there. My travel bag sat on top of the bed. I picked it up and started to remove items from it. The book, some clothes, and a sealed envelope with a typed message on the front which I didn't remember packing. PLEASE OPEN THIS WHEN YOU ARE COMPLETELY ALONE. It read. I held it in my hands and looked at it. Maybe Tom had left me a note. He must have written it before he entered the bus. That's probably why he was a little late. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly hid the envelope back inside the bag and proceeded to sort out the clothes I would wear after the shower. There was a knock at the door, it was Tony. "Are you decent?" he asked before entering. "Not usually but you can come in anyway." I winked at him when he entered. He paused for a second and then smiled. I felt my heart skip a beat. "Just wanted to check that everything is alright and ask you if you need anything." he said. "Actually, everything is perfect, thanks Tony. How are things with you?" I asked. He was being very attentive this time around. On other visits he would be cordial and very nice to me but never as charming as he was being now. I liked that very much. "Life is good and better now that you're here." He said, "Anyway, if you need anything just shout" He turned around and left before I had a chance to say thanks. After the shower I dressed and went back downstairs. I was very hungry. I remembered I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast due to my nerves from the journey. I found Fiona in the kitchen preparing supper. When I say preparing supper I mean she was putting delivered Chinese food onto plates. She was never a good cook. "Feeling better?" she asked. "Yes, I feel born again, thanks Fi. How are things with you and Tony? Still going strong after, what? 6 years now?" I asked. "Things are great. Good as ever," she replied, "Although, between you and me, I feel that my life is a little stagnant recently. I feel that It needs a little adventure. "Tony is great and everything, you know him, he's the best and he never ever lets me down. He's always there for me. But, I don't know. It's just me; I sometimes envy the life you lead. Free as a bird and doing whatever and whoever you want." She confessed. "You know what they say." I responded, "Relationships are like underground trains. Those who are in the train want to get out and those who are on the platform want to get in. It's just how life works I suppose" "Are you telling me Sonia, that you would like a steady relationship?" she asked smiling, "You? Little miss 'I fuck what and when I want'?" I thought about my words for a second before answering, "Actually, sometimes I do. And I envy you a lot at times. When I am alone at home and haven't got anyone to just be there for me, it can get a little lonely." It was much more than just companionship. I knew that, but I didn't know how to say it to her without giving myself away. How could I possibly crave a loving relationship when, according to her point of view, I have never been truly in love? The fact that I was truly in love with her man was not something up for this conversation. I tried to tell her not to do something she'll regret for the rest of her life. "Fifi, don't waste what you have for a fun 30 minutes." I said, "Are you really prepared to risk loosing Tony for 50 millilitres of a stranger's cum in your mouth? Think about it. Is it really worth it?" "Of course not." she replied, "But you have to admit, it does get the blood pumping just thinking about it." She was a sucker for cum. She always had been and I never understood it. I liked to provoke men. I liked to feel very sexy and needed men to desire me and I would do dirty things to feel sexually attractive. I admit I was a slut at times. But Fiona was different. She just craved cum. It was like a drug to her. I had never met anyone like her before or since. The conversation ended when Tony walked in. He carried a DVD in his hands which he'd just rented out for the weekend. "Which film did you get?" asked Fiona. "It's called Swingers cum fest nine." He answered grinning from ear to ear. I looked at the DVD cover in shock, it was a blank blue rental cover and I couldn't read the title, Fiona just burst out laughing. "What film did you actually get? You're scaring Sonia." said Fiona. I looked up and they were both staring at me. I must have gone white. I relaxed a little and smiled at them. "Ok, I'm sorry." said Tony, smiling at me while I slowly melted under the gaze of his beautiful dark eyes. "It's actually called 3:10 to Yuma. With that Australian guy you like." He continued, moving to look at Fiona. "Mel Gibson or Russell Crowe?" asked Fiona. "Crowe." Replied Tony "Good, I like his films. But we'll watch it tomorrow night, I'm too tired to stay up tonight." said Fiona. I agreed. I was very tired and I really wanted to get to bed early. I had a date with my fingers, my pussy and the thought of Tony in the next room. We had the Chinese supper and chatted about nothing really important until around 11 o'clock before I told them that I was tired and said goodnight to my friends. I climbed the stairs and after a quick trip to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and looked around. A small reflection caught my eye coming from a small box on top of one of the shelves on the corner. I stood up to have a closer look. It was a small 10cm decorative flower patterned box but on one of the darker flower patterns I saw a small round reflective object protruding from it. I looked closer. I was a camera lens. I went to the door to listen. Tony and Fiona were still downstairs and were arguing quietly. He was saying that he wasn't very tired and that he was going to stay up a little longer. She was saying that she wanted to go to bed now because she'd had a long day. Eventually Fiona went to bed. I heard her enter her room and close the door. Tony was still downstairs in the living room. I heard his computer boot up with the typical Windows tune on start up and then everything went quiet. Could it be that Fiona wasn't joking when she said that she caught him masturbating? I wondered. Suddenly like a flash, a thought popped into my head. I glance back at the hidden camera. Would Tony plant a camera to look at me? Is that why he took so long returning from putting my bag in the room? For a short while I felt violated. I didn't know what to think. Why would Tony want to spy on me? Have I done something wrong? Did something go missing the last time I was here and he thinks it was me? I sat down on the bed to think. Without looking in the camera's direction at any point I just sat there almost crying. How could he think I would do anything bad to them? I would never steal from them... and then another thought suddenly hit me. What if? I remembered the envelope which I found in my bag. I reached in, grabbed it quickly without being seen by the camera and went to the bathroom. I locked the door, sat down on the toilet seat and opened envelope. My heart raced while I read it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dear Sonia, I'm writing this letter to you because I can't stand it any longer. I need to tell you something so important to me that I can't tell you in person. After years of hell I have finally found the will and the courage to express something that will probably ruin our friendship forever. I'm sorry if this makes you think less of me. I just want you to know that I love you. I've always loved you. Never have I felt so strongly for someone in my life than how I feel for you. I know you and Fiona are very old and very good friends and I don't want to ruin a friendship as deep as yours. I'm deeply sorry. I don't expect you to respond in kind as I'm sure you don't think of me in the same way. I only ask that you please, please keep this between us and don't tell anyone else, especially Fiona. I can't express enough how sorry I am to put you in this situation. Please don't hate me too much. You are always in my thoughts day and night and my heart, body and soul will always be yours even if we're never together. I just couldn't keep it in anymore. TONY I sat there in the bathroom for 10 minutes while I read and re-read the letter. My heart was still racing; I felt slightly feint and I was ready to collapse. I finally got up and splashed water over my face and left the bathroom quietly. I now knew exactly what to do. I climbed down the stairs quietly and peeked into the living room where Tony was sitting at his computer. On the monitor I could see a small window open with an image of my bed. Once I had confirmed that he was watching my room I returned upstairs and prepared to give him the same shock that he had given me. I laughed inside. What a little pervert he was, so he likes a good show does he? Making a conscience effort to not look in the direction of the camera at any time, I sat on my bed and slowly began to undress. Taking each piece of clothing off and stacking them neatly on a chair I lay back totally naked on the bed. Very slowly I began to rub my body with my hands. I circled my breasts and weaved down to my crotch. Opening my legs I began to slip a finger in between my pussy lips and into my wet opening. The light was on and I knew that Tony could see every detail. I inserted two fingers deep into my now gaping cunt, while still caressing my breast with my other hand. Then three fingers in and out. I was so wet that my inside legs and anus were dripping with my cunt cream. I had my eyes closed while I inserted my whole fist and started to fist fuck my pussy non stop. I lifted my bottom up from the bed and, sliding my other hand underneath my back, I inserted a finger into my anus. I was so wet down there that it went in easily. I lifted my bottom even more. I wanted Tony to see exactly how dirty I could be. I was very close to coming. My fist moved faster and faster in my pussy and my finger was so deep into my ass that I could feel my own fist inside me. Oh god it felt so good. I didn't have to imagine a fake Tony, I knew he was watching me for real this time and I wanted to give him the best show ever. I expected he would be pounding his cock at the same time. I also knew that his cock would now be mine to fuck and to taste for real some day. Although I didn't know exactly when or where, I knew my dream would come true eventually. I started to really slam my fist inside my pussy and I started to cum hard again. I shook violently, my cream was gushing out of my pussy and I felt like screaming at the top of my voice. When I removed my hands from between my legs I opened my eyes and stared directly at the camera. I licked my hand clean and then blew a kiss at the cam. There was a loud crashing noise from downstairs that startled me, and I heard Fiona's door open and her footsteps rush downstairs. "What's happened?" she shrieked. "Nothing," I heard Tony reply quickly, "I think I fell asleep on the chair and fell off. I'm coming up straight away, I'm suddenly very tired." "Well you scared the crap out of me. Come on up to bed." "I'm coming, Fi." said Tony finally. Oh, you'll be cumin alright, I thought with a grin, deep into the dark recesses of my soaking wet pussy and in my welcoming mouth. I knew that now. It was just a question of when and where. I laughed quietly and felt happier than I could ever remember feeling. I turned off the light and fell asleep holding on to Tony's letter as if it was a teddy bear. It was the best night's sleep I'd had in years. TO BE CONTINUED... Sonia's Weekend Break Ch. 03 The next morning I woke up at about 11 o'clock. I went to the bath room in a sleepy daze and only after a few minutes did I remember the events of the night before. I smiled to myself. It wasn't a dream after all. It actually happened. I had given Tony, the dirty peeping tom, a little dirty show and I now felt a little nervous. How would we all react to each other now? How could I look Fiona in the eye knowing that her man was secretly in love with me? Last night it seemed very simple. I wanted Tony, Tony wanted me, and I had no problem stripping down and showing him my wet pussy with my entire fist inside. In the morning, however, everything seems a lot more complicated. I went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Fiona was already there sipping from a mug of hot coffee. "Morning," I said, yawning. "Good morning Sonia," she replied, "Did you sleep well?" "Like a log. I haven't slept so well in ages." I replied, "What happened last night? I heard voices soon after I went to bed." I was curious about what they talked about after the crash. I hoped he hadn't hurt himself. "Nothing really, Tony managed to fall of the computer chair. He said he'd fallen asleep." She rolled her eyes as she spoke. I peeked into the living room and asked, "Where is Tony?" "He had to go to work to finish something off, apparently." She said, "He said he'll be back before 12. "If you ask me he was wanking off again last night when he fell of the chair" I looked at her expression to see any sign of anger, there was none, only resignation. "What makes you say that?" I asked her. "Well, I caught him a few weeks ago at 4 in the morning, sitting at the computer with his cock out. I couldn't see what he was looking at and when he heard me enter the room he must have closed whatever was on the screen." She said. "I really can't explain why he does that, I'm constantly sucking and fucking him, he's not sexually starved for Christ's sake!" "Maybe he needs more that just to have his balls drained." I said without thinking. I really shouldn't use an explicit tone when talking about my best friend's boyfriend. But I saw him in a different light now and I had to be more careful how I phrased my words with Fiona. "What do you mean?" asked Fiona. I tried to formulate the words in my mind before speaking them out loud. "Well, maybe he needs to feel more desired and less used. I know how blunt you can be with him at times. And I also know that you like sperm too much." I said. I tried to sound more objective and less informed about Tony's true feelings. I knew that Fiona thought that I was the last person who could talk to her about not using a man for the sole purpose of pleasing oneself, but I continued anyway. "What I mean is," I continued, "Sometimes I've had to make guys feel wanted to get the most out of them. I think that some men need to feel that they are more than just a cock with legs and a full time job." Fiona stared at me with a blank expression on her face. "Maybe you're right." She said finally, "But I don't know how to do that. Maybe he needs to be with someone like you." I'm not sure if at that point she noticed that I was blushing, but I certainly felt hot and bothered. I began to think that she sensed something about our feelings, but it was probably just me being paranoid. "Do you love him?" I asked her. I looked her squarely in the eyes. The question was very important to me. She gazed through the window but didn't answer me, so I asked her again. "Do you really love him, or are you just comfortable in a routine with someone who treats you well?" She finally looked at me. "Of course I love him, at least I think I do." She seemed confused. "You think I don't love him?" she asked. I wasn't sure how to answer that question and I didn't want to get into a debate about her personal feelings. After all, I wasn't exactly unbiased. "I don't know Fi, you told me yesterday that you were bored and wanted some stranger on a bus to cum in your mouth." I said. We heard the front door open and the close and after a few seconds Tony came into the kitchen. My hands were shaking and I couldn't look him in the eye in the presence of Fiona. He gave Fiona a peck on the cheek but didn't, for one instance, look in my direction or say anything to me. Although I understood his situation, I felt discarded and abandoned at that moment. All my hopes and expectations fell like a lead balloon. I turned around quietly and went to my bedroom, locked the door and sat down on the bed. It is at these moments when one is more susceptible to paranoia and insecurity. Negative thoughts invaded my mind. Maybe he didn't like what he saw, maybe he felt disgusted at me doing what I did. Maybe he didn't love me anymore. Maybe I'd lost him forever. What if he'd been in love with someone else that he thought was me but wasn't and I'd disappointed him. I started shaking and tears ran down my cheeks. There was a knock on my door. I looked up and dried my eyes with my hand. "Yes?" I said weakly. "It's me, Tony," he replied, "Can I come in?" I stood up quickly, and after checking myself in the mirror, opened the door. Tony came in, closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed. I looked at him but said nothing waiting for him to speak first. I had to know what he thought about what had happened. Minutes seemed to go by in silence. "I desperately needed to speak to you but now I don't know what to say." He said finally. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears started to fall again from my eyes and I started to cry heavily. "I'm sorry I've disappointed you," I cried out. "I know it was a slutty thing to do, but..." Tony stopped me from continuing; he stood up and held me tight. Putting his warm hand on my cheek to dry it he moved his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and let my emotions take me away. My mind went blank as he detached his mouth from mine. "I love you, Sonia." He whispered, "I adore you and need to be with you more than ever." I just stared at him, my legs felt very weak and I needed to sit down urgently. He must have realized that I was unstable on my feet, because he held me and gently led me down onto the bed. After a few minutes of silence holding each other I finally managed to speak. "Where's Fiona?" I asked hoarsely. "It's ok," he said, "she's gone out to buy a few things for lunch. "Sonia, I need to know how you feel before I go mad, I'm sorry I've put you in this situation I really am, and I understand if you don't..." I put my finger to his lips to stop him from continuing. "I love you too, Tony." I said, "I've always loved you." I started to cry again but this time is was from mental exhaustion and happiness. I felt as if I'd won the lottery and ran a marathon at the same time. I kissed him deeply letting my tongue run wild in his mouth and held him tight. I didn't want it to end. I had imagined this moment a thousand times but the reality was much better than anything my imagination had conjured up. He felt so warm and I felt protected. I hadn't felt that since I was a child in my father's arms. At that instant I knew that nothing would ever hurt me again. I could stop fighting each day and survival in the big wide world seemed a lot easier. Never would I have imagined that a simple touch from anybody could give me so much tranquillity and peace of mind. "What are we going to do?" I asked him. "I don't know," he replied, "but I'll think of something." "We should just tell Fiona. She deserves to know" I said. "Yes she does, but there may be a better way." He became pensive for a few seconds before continuing. "If it comes from her she'll handle it better and you won't loose a friend. I know how her mind works." He smiled at me, "Trust me." "I trust you, more than I've ever trusted anyone," I said, "but let me know what we're going to do." I felt very warm inside. And I suppose it was force of habit, because I put my hand on his tight crotch and squeezed his genitals lightly. All my instincts were telling me to fuck him. Many years of accumulated sexual frustration from dreaming of his hard cock inside me, I suppose. I felt his penis expand inside his jeans and continued to rub him. He put his hand on my knee and moved it slowly up my inside leg toward my red hot vulva. He rubbed my pussy through my pyjamas and I automatically started to unfasten his belt and undo the buttons keeping me from the juicy meat pudding between his legs. I put my hand inside his slips and pulled out his cock. The smell was intoxicating and made my pussy pulsate with desire. I stared at it in adoration for a few seconds before moving my open mouth towards the tip. Drops of white pre-cum oozed out. I put his helmet into my mouth and sucked deeply while my tongue found the hole and tried to insert itself inside. There was a noise downstairs. My mouth let him go and he quickly buttoned himself up. I opened the door and he dashed off towards the bathroom. He had a noticeable bulge in his jeans that would be difficult to explain to Fiona. He glanced back towards me before entering the bathroom, blew me a kiss and mouthing the words 'I love you' and then disappeared through the door. I closed the bedroom door and decided what clothes to put on. I wanted something discreet so that Fiona wouldn't think I was provoking her boyfriend but sexy enough to have him salivating over me all day. I finally decided that a normal thigh length green skirt and white blouse was up to it. The sexy part was no underwear and a recently waxed pussy to flash at Tony now and then when Fiona wasn't looking. I went downstairs and met Fiona again in the kitchen. Tony came down soon afterwards and we sat there and talked. Fiona was interested to know what I would do now that I was in London. I wasn't sure at the time. I think I was considering how my life would change. I had every intention of being with Tony and I didn't care where. I positioned myself so that Tony always sat opposite me and Fiona to one side of me. I noticed how he couldn't take his eyes off of me and I hoped that Fiona wouldn't notice. I'm pretty sure that I was staring a bit too long at his crotch but I don't think she noticed that either. Every now and then when I saw Fiona look the other way or through the window I would part my legs slightly and give Tony a glimpse of what I considered to be his property from now on. He would look casually and he would change his sitting position. Obviously he was becoming uncomfortable in his tight jeans. "I'll be back in a minute." He said, "I'm going to change into something more comfortable" He disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a white t-shirt and a pair of large green boxer shorts. He seemed very comfortable now and the baggy shorts meant that his erection was hidden. "Hey," I said laughing. "We're wearing the same colours. Like twins." Tony grinned at me and said that he hadn't realized until now what colours I was wearing. I didn't believe him for one second. I think it was a symbolic way to tell me that we were one. Fiona looked at his shorts and smiled. "Hmm, I love those shorts," said Fiona "you have everything hanging loose and ready for action." I looked at Fiona feeling a little jealous. Tony smiled slightly, and winked at me. "Why don't we sit in the living room." He said. "A great idea." Said Fiona And we all went and sat down on the comfy sofas. Fiona sat next to Tony and I sat opposite them. I didn't like the seating arrangement. I couldn't flash my pussy at Tony without Fiona seeing me. But Tony would now and again lift up his leg and his balls were clearly visible to me through the opening in his shorts leg. My pussy was drenched and I felt like touching myself. My inside leg was dripping and I had to go to the bathroom to clean myself up from time to time. Every time I returned to the living room I would catch Fiona suddenly raising her head. She was obviously sucking Tony off when I wasn't there and that was making me even hornier. I had two options. I could either take a cold shower or hide away in my room and finger fuck myself silly. But I didn't want to be out of sight of Tony. I needed to see him constantly. The situation was really becoming unbearable. The afternoon past eventually and I think the three of us were ready to explode. Fiona didn't get a chance to drink Tony's cum because of me. I couldn't fuck him because of her and poor Tony couldn't do either of us because of, well, either of us. Eventually Fiona got up and said that she would start on supper. So she picked up the phone and dialled for pizza. When she went to the kitchen to prepare the table before the delivery came I was left alone, at last, with Tony sitting opposite me. Making sure that Fiona was out of sight, I lifted up my skirt so that Tony could see how wet my pussy really was. He, in turn, lowered his boxers and there was the best view I'd had all day. His balls were big and the elephant's trunk which shot straight up and stood to attention was magnificent and glistening, probably due to Fiona's saliva. He started to stroke its full length in front of me and it seemed to grow even bigger and harder. I started to touch myself too. I inserted a finger into my pussy and then put it into my mouth to taste myself. Tony started stroking himself harder at the scene and for a moment I thought he would cum right there in front of me. He licked his lips looking at my pussy. God I so wanted to mount him right there and then. "The table's all set!" shrieked Fiona's voice from the kitchen. "Come and sit down and have a drink. The pizza should be here soon." I got up as did Tony. But before we left the living room I dipped my finger into my pussy once more and this time offered it to him to taste. He sucked it and licked it clean. "I need you, Sonia." He whispered. "I need you so much." "Fuck me Tony, Fuck me hard and cum inside me." I whispered back, "I want to be your slut forever even if I have to share you with Fi" I meant every word. I really wanted to be his sperm bank for all time. I would die to be fertilized by him. I needed to feel him impregnate me and make me his woman. I would gladly denounce my freedoms to be his, and all I could think about was getting fucked by him over and over again and feeling his hot cum fill me like the dirty cum craving slut I felt like when I was near him. We got to the kitchen and sat down to wait for our meal. Eventually it came and we ate and talked about nothing really important until Fiona mentioned the movie. It was then that things became interesting. I know that Fiona has told that story already but I would like to tell it from my point of view. Including the details of what happened afterwards in the bedroom which Fiona mostly left out. TO BE CONTINUED... Sonia's Weekend Break Ch. 04 The three of us sat in the living room in front of the television. I sat in a comfy arm chair to the right of Fiona and Tony, who sat together on the sofa, Tony being the closest to me. The movie was a western. It seemed interesting enough and well made but my mind was somewhere else. In actual fact, it was on the big hard cock that lay in between Tony's legs. I kept looking in its direction wishing I could grab it in my hand and shove it forcefully into my gaping wet cunt. I was hot and sweaty, irritable and very uncomfortable. My heart was racing at 180+. About 20 minutes of the movie had past when I saw Fiona put her lips to Tony's ear and whisper something to him. I had no idea what she was saying but knowing her it would probably be something about wanting him to cum for her or something along those lines. I could tell that she was a little bored. Russell Crowe or no Russell Crowe, she was hungry for cum. Hell, so was I. I was starving in fact. Tony whispered something back to her and after a few seconds she turned to me. "Sonia, are you hungry, do you want anything to eat?" she asked. "Of course I'm hungry; I want to eat your boyfriend's hard cock in front of you to really fuck you off." I thought. "No thanks, I'm fine thank you." I said like a little girl. With a stupid whorish dirty look on her face she asked, "Do you mind if I eat something while we watch the film?" What kind of a fucking stupid question is that? I didn't give a fuck if she wanted to eat something in her own fucking stupid dump of a house! The BITCH! I hated her on an atomic level. I know that it was my hormones fucking with my mind, but I seriously contemplated stabbing the silly, cum craving whore. "Of course not," I replied, "it's your house, do whatever you want" God I felt like such a tiny insignificant turd. I wasn't worth shit. Fiona mumbled something after that which I couldn't care less about hearing, and then I nearly had a heart attack. She reached into Tony's shorts and pulled out his dick. In less then 2 seconds it was buried in her mouth and she was sucking it like her life depended on it. Tony looked at me and winked but I couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. Fiona expertly sucked it while massaging his balls. He started to smile at me and I wasn't sure what to think. Was he playing games with me? What did he think would happen? I was starting to get angry with him for making me see how another woman gave his cock a thorough working out. Then Fiona stopped and turned towards me and that's where it all started. Tony must have seen it coming, after all, he knew her better than anyone. Tony just stared at me and grinned and I remembered his words from that very morning. 'If it comes from her you won't loose a friend.' "Are you sure you don't want some?" asked Fiona, "I don't mind, really." Oh yeah, I wanted some alright and this time I wasn't going to say 'No thank you' like a silly little girl. I stood up and moved over to them. "Actually," I said, exerting my authority, "I'm not hungry but I've always wanted Tony's cock buried deep in my pussy. I'm sorry, it's one thing to dream about it and quite another to actually see it in person. If I don't fuck it right now I'll go crazy" I lifted up my skirt so that my pussy was in clear view and pushed Fiona aside. I sat down on Tony and his hard cock entered deep into my wet pussy easily. It felt so good and everything else disappeared from view. All I could see was Tony's face and all I could feel was heat penetrate me as I fucked him on the sofa. Fiona had disappeared completely from my existence. Nobody else existed. Just me, Tony and the sofa we were fucking on. I kissed him passionately on the lips and cradled his head in my hands. He was so beautiful to me. An angel sent from heaven to bring light into my life. I felt so much love I thought I would die and I would have been happy to die right there. It wasn't just that I would kill myself, if I had to, to save him. If death approached me and gave me a choice, I would choose to die for Tony. That's how I wanted my life to end. I wanted to give it to him. I was his. We started to pick up the pace as we reached climax. His thrusts lifted my legs clearly of the sofa. It was like riding a bull, I held on to him while he pummelled my pussy into submission. I felt so alive. My pussy tingled and sparked every time his hard cock slammed deeper inside me. I wanted everything he could give me. There were no more consequences, no more problems; my whole life seemed to have been leading to that very moment. I wanted him to fertilize me and make me his forever. "FUCK TONY! FUCK ME HARD TONY! CUM DEEP INSIDE ME. FERTILISE ME!" I begged him. Tony pumped me harder and harder and I knew he was about to shoot his seed deep into me. I salivated with anticipation and opened my legs as much as possible. I wanted him as deep inside me as the physical universe would allow when the moment came. I grabbed on tight and waited for the blast. It came with a loud scream from Tony as I felt his body tense up in a futile attempt to control it and I was lifted clean of the sofa. I was balancing on top of him and the only thing keeping me from falling off was his thick rod, reaching so deep inside my innards, it hurt. Then came the intense heat. His balls exploded upwards and inside me. Like red hot lava spewing from a volcano. His sperm tried to blow me in to a thousand pieces. My body shook and convulsed on top of him as my pussy reacted and tried to defend itself from the onslaught with its own counter strike of fire. We shook violently together trying to withstand and control the flow of energy but it was impossible. We both screamed aloud as little by little it subsided and drained as both of every last drop of life we had. I felt a force push me away from Tony. Tears started to form in my eyes and I cried uncontrollably. Smooth hands touched me and I felt something moist and cool sooth my scorching pussy but nothing mattered to me anymore. I wanted to die right there and then. My tears became a flood and my murmurs became agonizing screams as my emotions ripped my sanity to shreds. I couldn't stop it; I had no control anymore as I felt pure ecstasy. I had experienced what I'd heard so much about but had never understood. I had been touched by the Gods. I looked down at Fiona's face buried in between my legs and tried to apologize to her for wanting Tony but she wouldn't let me. I tried to explain to her why. I needed her to understand me. Everything was a blur until I felt Tony's hand touch mine and I held it hard. Nothing else mattered to me. Very slowly I returned to my senses as I saw Fiona undress until she was completely naked in front of me. She started to say something but I was still too dazed to make out all the words. It was something about fucking, licking, cum, Tony, just a lot of broken words which meant little to me at the time. What I do remember is that she was smiling and didn't seem upset at all. For some reason I knew she should have been very upset. She took Tony's hand in hers and as I began to think she was going to take Tony away from me, I felt relief when she also took mine. She led us slowly up the stairs to the master bedroom as I slowly recovered. When we'd got there I was more o less back to normal. I still wasn't very sure what was happening because I hadn't heard her speak. But I knew that we weren't there to play scrabble of watch a movie. I took my clothes off as did Tony and then she told me that Tony was a dirty boy who needed a dirty girl, or something like that. I looked at Tony and he just looked back, winked and nodded slightly. Ok, I thought. So getting low down and dirty was the price I had to pay to have Tony to myself and not loose a friend. That was fine with me; I knew how to get dirty. I stuck a finger into my pussy to get it all nice and wet before licking it dry. "Deep down, I'm a dirty little slut." I said, and winked at Fiona. I got down on my knees and put Tony's large hairy balls in my mouth while I reached up with my hand and started to stroke his cock back to its best posture. My other hand found Fiona's pussy and I inserted a finger into it. It was wet and slippery. "Let's get dirty." I said, letting Tony's testicles pop out of my mouth. I moved upwards and took his cock deep into my mouth. Fiona held my hand hard to her slippery pussy and watched me suck her ex-boyfriend's cock. I felt her fluids stream out of her cunt as I let go of Tony and moved my head towards Fiona. We moved towards the bed and Tony lay down on it. Fiona got on top to suck him off while I ate her gaping twat from behind. I felt no jealousy or envy. I felt relieved and unemotional watching them. I knew he was mine. I was just doing a friend a favour. Everything was going to turn out fine. I slid up the bed to join Fiona on Tony's cock and we both licked at it like two serpents attacking prey. Fiona rubbed his balls and we took turns putting his cock into our mouths to suck it dry. Tony must have been freaking out at his luck. He had two hot girls pleasing him at the same time. Two hot girls, who he knew intimately and were not strangers or whores, who would disappear by the next morning. He must have been very excited because he came very quickly. Both Fiona and I put our faces together. We wanted him to cum over our faces and open mouths. His first wave of spunk flew into my mouth and over my nose and chin. Changing direction, the second spurt hit Fiona in the eye and dripped down her cheek. The third came to me again over my right cheek and the fourth entered Fiona's mouth dead on. She swallowed it all before turning to me and licking my face. She cleaned me completed and I returned the favour by cleaning her face with my tongue. I didn't swallow it though. I opened my mouth wide so that she could see Tony's cum on my tongue and I offered it to her. She opened her mouth wide and I spat it all inside it. She swallowed it all down and then opened her mouth to prove it. Tony's cock hardened instantly. "We should have done this a long time ago." said Fiona. I smiled at her. Better late than never, I thought. Tony got up and stroking his hard cock asked, "Anyone need a fuck? I do." "It's my turn," said Fiona lying back and opening her legs wide. He moved in between her legs and without hesitating, shoved his cock inside her and proceeded to pump her. No tenderness or kindness, just brute force and ignorance. Fiona loved every minute. I could tell that they were used to each other and that this attitude was normal for them. It seemed that there was only sex between them and not much love. That was fine with me. I cupped and massaged his balls while he pummelled her pussy. His buttocks vibrating like a pair or crazed jumping beans. I slipped a finger into his anus and found his prostrate gland. He stopped suddenly and let out a groan. His body spasmed and he let out a tiny cry as his balls emptied themselves once more. He turned to look at me. "What the fuck did you just do to me?" he cried. I just looked at him and smiled. "Damm Sonia, you are good." He said. I started laughing and moved over to kiss him passionately on the lips. He moved off of Fiona but she still lay there. "Sonia, sweetie, do you mind returning the favour?" she asked invitingly. I let go of Tony and dropped down to service Fiona. I went directly to her open cunt and licked it. She moaned as my tongue pleasured her. All I wanted was to taste Tony's cum again. Before that day I had never tasted another woman. The truth is it wasn't bad at all, it was actually quite pleasant. But I don't consider myself bisexual. Women don't turn me on at all. Men turn me on a lot, sometimes too much. I was licking Fiona's snatch but I was thinking about the man cum that I was extracting from it. I felt something touch me from behind and Tony's cock entered my pussy. He caressed my body and slowly moved his warm hands across my back and then down to my breasts. His cock moved inside me slowly and was delicately massaging my insides. He kissed my back while he held me tenderly from behind. I smiled to myself. I was glad he hadn't just nailed me forcefully like he had done to Fiona. I like rough sex, but I needed so much more from Tony. I considered his to be the last cock I would have for the rest of my life. His movements accelerated slowly while I lapped up every drop of cum inside Fiona. She was purring like a cat and I knew she would cum soon. I didn't want to leave her stranded so I inserted a finger inside her soaking pussy while my tongue slapped her clitoris. Her hips gyrated under me as she reached climax and screamed with pleasure. Tony quickened the pace but I stopped him and withdrew. Turning to lie on my back I opened my legs wide and begged him to come in. I wanted to see his face while he fucked my brains out again. He lay on top of me and inserted himself inside. His slender fingers grabbing my tits, while his manhood nailed me to the bed. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight. I wanted him so deep inside me. Fiona looked on with a smile on her face. "You two are made for each other, I can tell." She said. She reached towards the bedside table and opened a drawer. She took out a silvery object and pointed it towards us. It was a small camera. She started to snap away from various angles while Tony and I continued fucking. On a couple of occasions I looked at the camera and smiled. What the hell, I thought. It wasn't the first time this weekend I'd gotten all pornographic in front of a camera. Tony looked at me and bit his lip. "On the subject of cameras," I whispered in his ear, "me and you need to have a little chat." He smiled slightly but said nothing. We all continued fucking, sucking and licking each other until we'd expended every joule of energy we had left and fell asleep together naked and caked in each others bodily fluids. I don't know exactly what time it was. The next day I felt very relaxed. We had crossed the boundary of shame and awkwardness and we'd become closer than ever. Tony and I stuck together like glue all day long and we didn't hide it from Fiona. We'd showered together, sat together and touched each other without hiding anything. Fiona looked on as she knew that all our lives had changed that weekend. A new chapter and a new adventure began. I don't know who had gained more from it. I know that I felt happier than I ever remembered being and Tony also seemed happier and more relaxed. For Fiona, I think, happiness wasn't what she'd gained or in fact wanted. She'd gained excitement and adventure or at least the illusion of both. I like to think that all our lives changed for the better but I am probably being naïve. I see Fiona in a different light now. I'd always considered her the stable one in our friendship and I was always the crazy free living other half. That had obviously been reversed, but something didn't feel quite right. Something profound had happened and I'm not entirely sure that her true feelings were expressed. She'd lost a big part of her life. Six years is a long time and her acceptance of me and Tony together seemed a little forced. I was afraid there was something hiding deep in her subconscious. Something which would one day surface and no one knew what affect it would have on her. Maybe I am being a little melodramatic, maybe she really was bored with her life and this had opened up new hopes and experiences for her. Maybe my instincts are wrong. Only time will tell. That was my weekend. Like I said at the beginning, I'm not a writer or have even considered writing anything before now but I must say it has been fun reliving that weekend and sharing it with you. I may write again one day about my life with Tony. We have a very active sexual relationship and we have done some strange things. Our current fad is in doing it in public places. I have asked Tony to tell his story too. I suspect it would be a totally different view on life and hopefully a lot more entertaining. I hope he does. Maybe if all you readers ask, he will. * Thanks for reading and I hope I haven't bored you too much.