6 comments/ 26768 views/ 6 favorites The BEST Friend By: dsoul Joe parked his car not too far from the house; it was late in the evening and the street was dark and empty. Just the way he wanted it to be, he smiled to himself as he got out of the car, slammed the door and approached the designated house. He stood at the garden hedge from where he had a good view of the front yard. The living room lights were on, but Joe knew only the woman was inside—her husband wasn't around. Joe knew this because he had done his work thoroughly before deciding tonight to make his move. He didn't need to wear a mask. His black shirt and pants matched with his dark skin; he would be in and out before anyone even knew he was here. He went through a narrow walkway beside the garden hedge that led in the direction of the backyard. He stopped when he got there, saw the kitchen light was on through the back window and smiled when he saw the man's wife—or rather, his fiancée—doing the dishes. This was going to be even easier than he thought, he smiled and licked his lips. He approached the back door carefully on a pair of light feet and eased the handle carefully. The woman was humming a song to herself, her back towards him as she took the washed dishes and was placing them inside a cupboard high above her head. Joe entered the kitchen and leaving the door slightly ajar, rushed towards her. Kate was caught in her humming and jumped like someone who'd just been goosed as she felt a pair of hands cover her face from behind. She felt like screaming but the same pair of hands were upon her mouth as well. The plate she had in her hands nearly fell from her fingers, but they didn't. She inhaled the intruder's breath as he rescued the plate from her hand at the same time turned her around. "Are you alone, bitch?" he whispered the question to her; there was menace in his voice. She wanted to speak but what escaped her lips was a muffled groan. Instead she nodded her head that she indeed was alone. "Good. I don't want to hurt you, but I want you to do exactly what I want you to do, bitch. If you dare try anything funny, I'm going to snap your neck. You hear me?" Again she shook her head; she was shaking like a leaf. Joe led her out of the kitchen and into the house. They went into the living room and he went and drew the blinds of the front windows closed before turning to face her. Kate was wearing an evening dress like she'd had plans of going out for the evening when actually she didn't. What scared her most was that Elliot, her soon-to-be husband was out of town; she was stuck in her home with a psycho and no one to come to her rescue. The black man gripped her arm behind her back and pushed down her left sleeve of her dress, presenting him with one naked pair of tit. His hand grasped it and she flinched even as he was caressing her flesh. He fingered her nipple which in turn responded to his touch. Kate tried to fight him, her first thought being that the man was about to rape her. Joe brought his face to her chest and pressed his mouth of her breasts. Kate was still fighting and struggling to be free, crying out but at the same time groaning from the ministrations of his mouth. The black man pushed down the other sleeve off her arm, practically ripping her dress off her and attacked her other pair of tit too. His hands were all over her, groping and caressing and gripping her body while at the same time he pressed her body against his. This was torture for Kate and there was nothing she could do about it. The black man pushed her down to her knees and slapped her cheek, enforcing his menace on her. One hand gripped her throat while his other hand worked his belt buckle and then his zipper. His hand reached inside the slit of his jeans and rummaged inside before whipping out a thick black snake unlike anything Kate had seen before. She cried out and fought to be free but the black man gripped her hair and pushed her face against his crotch, yelling at her at the same time. "The fuck are you running off to, bitch!" he bent her over, pulled up her dress to reveal her thong panties and her buttocks. Kate cried out when he gave her ass cheeks double smacks. "Don't you ever fucking try that again, you hear me, you fucking slut! Now get over here and suck this dick! Open that pretty mouth of yours and suck it!" He thrust his cock at her face and this time Kate didn't pretend to fight. She accepted his cock and let him slip the round black head into her mouth. She had never held a black cock before, never even been out with a black man in all her twenty-three years ... and now here she was, being forced on her knees by a cruel black man and taking his prick in her mouth. Joe kept choking her face with his cock. He held her face and fucked her mouth back and forth while long threads of saliva dribbled down the side of her mouth. Kate couldn't stop grunting from the hurt she was undergoing. Joe held up his shaft and ordered her to go ahead and suck his balls, which she did. By this time Kate was sucking his cock like her life depended on it. "Alright, that's fucking enough, bitch!" Joe picked her up from the floor and pushed her towards one of the couch seats. He made her lean over it, pushed up the back of her dress and before Kate could utter a protest, he pushed the underside of her thong panties to the side and spat down on the head of his cock before thrusting it between her pussy slit. Kate cried from the sharp pain and she gripped the couch's fabric and Joe went on tearing his way into her. He slapped her ass cheeks periodically while he kept fucking her from behind. Kate was moaning now and grunting from the slamming he was meting on her, not giving her any chance to recover. Sometime later Joe pulled out of her but told her to remain as she was while he hurriedly undressed. Finished, he came back and drove his cock back into her cunt. He grabbed a fistful of her long brown her and pulled her face backward till she was almost staring back at him. He leaned against her and licked the side of her neck. His breathing was frantic as compared to hers. His hand reached for her breasts and she howled as he pinched and pulled at one of her nipple. He gave her buttocks one last slap before pulling out of her. Kate rested against the couch, trying to catch her breath, but her moment of reprieve lasted only a few seconds as Joe pulled her away from the couch. She fell on her backside and nearly fell on the centre table. Joe came and pushed the centre table away, as Kate lay there on the floor with her legs sticking up in the air. He told her to remain as she was as he came and crouched over her, pushed her panties to the side and thrust his cock downward on her pussy. Kate by now was in the zone. She held her legs backward and watched with numbing shock at the way the black man's cock went sliding downward and then out of her cunt. Joe fucked her steadily like this for a while then turned around, facing the couch and leaning down on it while his cock searched for Kate's pussy. She reached up for it and tucked it down into her waiting hole and like that Joe resumed pounding her pussy. Minutes later he turned around once up and picked Kate up from the floor. He removed the remainder of her now torn dress from her and lifted her up in the air. Kate's leg instinctively came around his waistline. Joe's shaft beat against her buttocks; this time it was Kate who slipped his cock inside her hungry hole. Grabbing her ass, he was slamming into her before she even had time to catch her breath, crying so loud she thought she could feel the head of his cock hitting against her chest. Joe was gasping heavily and had to stop to lower Kate back down to her feet. She staggered somewhat and Joe caught her arm before she could slip. Lifting her in his arms like she was his bride, he took her upstairs to where the bedroom was. Unknown to Kate, her husband Elliot hadn't actually travelled at all. All the time Joe had been fucking his fiancée, he'd positioned himself outside the front doorway holding a video camera to his eye. Joe had drawn the curtains closed, but not all the way close. There was just enough space for his camera's eye to film the action that was taking place inside his home. He was breathing through his mouth as he filmed his black friend fuck his soon-to-be bride. He watched as Joe picked Kate up and then disappeared out of the room. He knew where they were going and he too wanted to be up there with them. Elliot took off and ran down the hedge path to the back of the house. He entered through the kitchen and went through the narrow passageway to the stairs and with his camera still filming, he went up the stairs two at a time. Even before he got to the door he could hear sounds of giggles and moaning coming from behind it. He opened the door and entered the bedroom. Kate sat on the bed while Joe stood beside her and she was busy stroking his cock at the same time rolling it around her mouth when she turned and saw Elliot standing there by the bed smiling at her with the video camera in his free hand. He waved at her. "Hiya, babe," said Elliot, "smile for the camera!" Kate couldn't help but laugh. "My God, Elliot! I thought it was going to be just me and Joe." "Sorry, darling, I just had to watch you and get some of it on tape. Go on with what you're doing, you're doing a good job already." Kate resumed taking her husband's friend's cock into her mouth, her hands held his thighs as she made herself deep-throat his cock and then pulled out of him, gasping. Joe held the underside of her jaw and slapped his cock against her open mouth before tucking it back inside. Elliot placed the video camera on a tripod stand beside the bed and aimed the camera at them while he began taking off his clothes. Soon he stood there naked, stroking his cock while he continued directing them. By this time, Joe now was lying on the bed and Kate was riding him. She leaned forward over him. Joe raised his thighs and was pounding his fiancé's pussy hard, making the bed quake. Elliot took the camera off the tripod and stood by the head of the bed and watched the way Kate rolled her buttocks over his friend's black cock, the way her pussy swallowed his dick, milking it, really drove him crazy. Joe slapped her ass cheeks, spurring her to grind her ass harder. Joe turned her over on the bed now on top of her and kept on pounding her harder. Kate had already climaxed and the more Joe went on sinking his cock inside her she knew it wasn't long before she climaxed once again. He sunk his hands down under her buttocks and kept pounding her pussy. "Hey, bitch!" Joe grunted at her face. "Whose fucking pussy is this?" Kate who now had her arms and legs locked around his body, moaning like crazy, answered: "Yours! It's yours ... it's your pussy!" "Yeah, it's my fucking pussy! And don't you ever forget it, bitch! You're getting married to my friend, but your pussy belongs to me, you hear?" "Awwwwhhh ... yes! Yes, Joe! Fuck me ... make me fucking cum!" Joe did as she wanted and worked his thighs between her legs. His cock soaked between her juice which was flowing out of her cunt and staining the sheets. Kate felt her body spasm uncontrollably and she held onto her black lover tight and pressed herself against him as she felt her body quake against his. Joe too grounded himself down on her and sunk his cock all the way down to his balls and he too groaned as he filled her pussy with his cum. Elliot came up on the bed and filmed his friend's cum seeping out of his woman's pussy. Joe pulled out of her and rolled off to the other side of the bed, his cock dragging some of her cum with him. Elliot zoomed his camera's eye on his wife's cum-filled pussy, grinning. "Yeah, that's a swelled-up pussy, alright," he muttered. "You did good, babe." Kate smiled at him. "If you think so, then how about you come down here and lick his cum off me." Elliot turned off the camera and dropped it and then grabbed his soon-to-be wife's thighs and pulled her cunt towards his face and began licking his tongue between her pussy's lips. TO BE CONTINUED..... The Best Friend Pt. 01 Part 1 It was late when we arrived at the house. We come straight from work and had driven for over three hours. My girlfriend, Lucy, was looking forward to seeing her best friend, Clare. Soon after Lucy's thirty-fifth birthday we had moved to new jobs over one hundred-fifty miles away. It had been six months since we had moved and my girlfriend missed Clare. With wine bottles clattering and lugging bags we went into the house. There was the normal hugging and kissing. The wine bottles were immediately opened. It was going to be a drunken weekend. It was quickly decided that we were not going out. Clare had cooked food. Before we knew it the first bottle was empty and the second was below the half way mark. Still in our work clothes my girlfriend and I needed to freshen up. So Clare, took us up to our room. Lucy and Clare were nattering on and on, not missing a heartbeat. "Oh I did this, I did that, and then this happened, ohh I know." They had so much to catch up on. I knew I was going to be left out a lot but I did not mind. Clare was a great laugh and very good looking. So if nothing else I could privately gawk. Although we were close, nothing had ever happened between Clare and I. Already, I could hear alcoholic slur in my girlfriend's voice as she drank on an empty stomach. As I pulled out a new shirt from my bag Clare said, "I should leave you guys to change." "No, stay I've missed you. We have so much to talk about. Neil doesn't mind." Clare looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled as if to say I did not mind. Privately the thought of undressing in front of Clare excited me. The thought of watching Lucy undress in front of Clare excited me. I took off my shirt. I felt Clare's eyes flick over me. It made my mind race. I needed to change my trousers. I was going to be standing in my pants in front of my girlfriend's best friend. I started to undo my trousers. I suddenly realized that with Clare in the room I had a semi. Not wishing to offend Clare or embarrass my girlfriend, I turned my back to take my trousers off as nonchalantly as I could. "Whey hey," giggled my girlfriend as I bent over. My girlfriend was acting out of character. The drink was definitely talking. But it made me feel good and I was glad I had a smart pair of black trunks on. "Nice bum!" giggled Clare. She too was getting drunk. This was going to be an interesting weekend. With my new trousers on I lay on the bed listening and watching Lucy and Clare. Lucy took off her trousers. Now she was standing there in her black thong. Watching Clare looking at her turned me on. Lucy picked up her new trousers and pulled them up, and the show was over. Or so I thought. "Ohh, I like those trousers," said Clare. "Do you think they would fit me?" "Try them on," said Lucy. Lucy immediately started taking the trousers off. I suddenly realised this was getting interesting. I tried not to look too interested. I could see that Clare hesitated, my heart beat faster. "No it's ok." My heart sank. "Go on," said Lucy, "they will look good on you. Come on, it's like a slumber party." I wanted to say, "Go on. Go on!", but I was too worried to spoil what might happen. Lucy had the trousers off and threw them onto the bed. I could see Clare playing it through her mind. She looked at me and smiled. I looked at her. She was standing right at the end of the bed. Right in front of me. "I should go. I should let you try them on. Call me when you are ready." I said getting up. "No no no, it is ok. We are friends. Any way you just changed in front of me. And who knows what is going to happen this weekend, "said Clare. Her voice betrayed her nerves but was that a slight excited flush on her cheeks?; and what did, "who knows what is going to happen this weekend" mean? Clare, started to undo her trousers. As she was standing right at the end of the bed I could not help but look. So I tried not to make it look like I was not staring. She was wearing a long top that would keep most of her modesty intact I regretfully realised; but this was probably why she was ok to try the trousers on. As she pulled down her trousers the long top fell over her knickers. However, she looked really sexy standing there with long smooth legs and no trousers. As she pulled up the trousers there was a quick glimpse of the white of her knickers. "Give us a twirl," said Lucy. Clare twisted and turned sticking out her bum. "They look good on you," exclaimed Lucy. "What do you think, Neil?" "They look great," I replied. Clare smiled and started to take them off. Another, quick flash of white and they were off. Clare handed them to Lucy; and there, in front of me, stood my girlfriend and her best friend in their knickers. Although, Clare's knickers were hidden the thought was still there. Downstairs we ate. The wine went down quickly. Lucy and Clare had so much to talk about and I was often left out of the conversation. So I would tune into the music and daydream. All of a sudden, I realized that Lucy and Clare were talking about Clare's last boyfriend. Apparently they had broken up a month earlier. I had missed what they were saying; but, Clare had obviously been talking about his cock. In response Lucy suddenly said, "Neil's got a lovely cock!" I raised my eye brows, as if to say, "Whatever!" However, I was secretly pleased. "I am not going to show it!" I said hoping I would be dared to show it. "Ohh," groaned Clare in mocked disappointment. I tried to work out if this was a dare and decided that it was not. However, I found myself smiling to myself, but I tried not to show it on my face. I was sure that Clare's eyes had glanced at my crotch. Clare was one of those people who reads a lot. So, she does not have a television downstairs. She keeps it in her bedroom. She does read a lot and is very clever. However, her disdain of television makes me smile because she watches a lot of television. Soon, she was talking about her new favourite comedy. She had the box set upstairs she told us. I found myself switching off again as she got my girlfriend more and more interested. Lucy was definitely beginning to get drunk. I had seen it all before. When she gets tipsy she is capable of anything. It is one of the reason I love her. It makes her unpredictable. "Can we watch it, please Clare?" Asked Lucy. "Sure but the TV is in my bedroom," said Clare. "No worries, we can make it like a proper sleep over. We can all get into your bed!" Said Lucy. My ears had pricked up, this sounded like fun. We traipsed upstairs and into the bedroom. My mind was way ahead, but I was trying to be cool. What were we going to wear in bed? I did not want to ask the question as that would make me look far too interested. I did not want to give an answer as that would make me look far too presumptuous. As if reading my mind Clare said, "What are we going to wear in bed? We will get far too hot in our clothes. "Undies." said Lucy. I could have kissed Lucy. It was the perfect response, even if it was the wine speaking. I desperately wanted to say okay but I felt I should not look too keen. I looked at Clare waiting to see what Clare would have to say. To my delight, Clare said, "That sounds like fun!" Thank you wine! I quickly thought if we were all going to get into bed in our undies I wanted to be in the middle. I wanted to watch them getting undressed. So I pulled off my shirt and undid my trousers and got into bed as quickly as I could without looking too keen. Once again, I could feel my cock stirring. I did not know if it was the thought of seeing Lucy and Clare in their underwear, the thought of being in bed with two beautiful woman, or just the thought of seeing Clare undress that caused it. However, I did not want to reveal my thoughts. So I again turned my back and got into bed, quickly. Now I was worried that I had rushed and looked too keen. However, I need not have worried. The girls were chatting away oblivious of any of my actions. I now could enjoy the show. I was about to see Clare in her undies. What a good weekend this was turning out to be. Lucy took off her top and stood there in her bra talking to Clare who was once again right at the end of the bed, right in my line of view. I tried to look disinterested. But with just Lucy standing there in her sexy black bra in front of Clare turned me on. Clare started undoing the buttons of her long top. I was going to see her in her bra. I had seen her in a bikini top many times. I had seen flashes of her bras under her clothing; but, I had never seen her just in her bra. The buttons were undone and I saw a flash of bra. Turning her back she slid the top off of one shoulder, then slid the top off. Turning she was standing in front of me in her white lacy bra. It pushed her large tits up. She looked very sexy. The back of the bra was transparent so you could see skin through it. The front was pretty and lacy. The front was opaque. Lucy was pulling down her trousers. She was wearing a black thong that matched her black bra. You could see a thin strip of her pubes through her thong. She stood in her undies chatting, with Clare looking at her, exciting me. As she got into bed I stuck out my arm so she could rolled into it. I was hoping she would not ask me to move over; I wanted to stay in the middle. To my relief she snuggled in and did not ask me to move. This only left a space for Clare on the other side of me. Lucy, lying on her side, put her hands on my chest. I placed my hand in small of her back with just the top of my fingertips enjoying the touch of her knickers. Meanwhile, Clare was undoing her trousers. I could feel my heart beating. My cock was hard. I was hoping Lucy would not realized I had a hard cock and would not have hear my beating heart. I was going to see Clare in her knickers. Clare opened the top of her trousers and I could see a hint of her knickers. She pushed the tight trousers down her long legs and Clare was revealed to me in just her underwear. She was wearing briefs that matched her bra. I could see the crack of her bum through the back, but I could not see anything through the pretty lacy front. Standing in her knickers Clare bent down to put the DVD in and showed off her bum. I felt my cock twitch. Then, Clare got into bed. I had already pulled back the covers so she would lie next to me. She did not seem to mind. I was going to be in the middle. I again put out my arm for her to roll into, which she sort of did. Clare was lying on her back and I had my hand across her shoulders. Under my fingers I could feel her bra straps. With my arm around her she came in tight. Our hips touching. Clare started the DVD with the remote control. When she put her arm under the covers her hand came to rest them on my thigh which was bent upwards. It had no where else to go. I wanted her hand to fall down onto my cock; but, it stayed where it was. This was as good as it was going to get I was sure; and I was going to enjoy it. I was not watching the programme. I was too busy enjoying having two near naked ladies lying next to me. My girlfriend was beginning to doze off and my cock had calmed down. When one of the programmes came to an end Lucy came to. "Are you enjoying this Neil? I bet you are. I bet you like having us lying in our undies next to you." Lucy asked. I did not know what to say, so I said nothing. "I bet you are. I bet you are all turned to on." said Lucy. With that you put a hand under the covers and I could feel her hand moving towards my pants. She was going to touch my cock in front of Clare. "Hmm what have we got here?" My cock had quickly come to a semi as my girlfriend fondled my cock with her hand though my pants. "Hmm not quite hard but enjoying itself and growing," giggled my girlfriend. "Really?" Said Clare. "I wish I could feel! You did say it was beautiful." "Go ahead I don't mind! In fact the more I touch it the more it grows" giggled Lucy. I am not sure if it was Lucy's touching or the fact that Clare had said she wanted to touch it that was making it hard; but I now had a massive hard on. Clare looked up at me and rolled into me. I did not know what to do. So I shrugged and rolled my eyes as if to say I did not care. But I did care. I wanted her to touch my cock. Lying on her side I could feel her breasts on my chest. Her furthest away leg head rolled on top of mine. My mouth was dry and I was almost panting as her hand moved under the covers towards my cock. My girlfriend hand was still fondling me as Clare's hand touched the outside of my pants. As Clare's fingers went around my cock Lucy's hand moved away. Clare's fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. "I told you it was good," said Lucy. "You said beautiful," corrected Clare. We all went back to watching the programme and talking about it as if nothing had happened. But now Lucy was lying on her back and I had my arm round her shoulders. Clare was lying on her side with her breast on my chest and her hand on my cock. Without Lucy knowing she did not stop touching me. As time went by every now and again her fingers would slip inside the flies and for a brief moment I would feel the skin of her fingers on my cock. Or her fingers would slip under the elastic of my pants touching my cock head which was forcing its way out. I on the other hand moved my hand across her back: over her bra back, under her bra back, down her back, over the top of her knickers and under the elastic of her knickers. I could feel myself wanting to touch more. My girlfriend slowly rolled over with her back to us. It was clear she was asleep. I had no desire to cheat on my girlfriend; but I was so turned on. Clare put a hand in my pants. She was grasping my hot cock in her hand. Trying not to disturb Lucy she began to slowly wank me. At that speed I would never cum. I moved my hand from behind her back and tried to place it between her legs. But it was all awkward. The back of my hand was where the front of my hand needed to be. But I slid my fingers slowly into her knickers. I felt no pubes. She was completely shaved. With the back of my fingers I felt her wet lips; but I could not twist my hand so my fingers could slip in. I did not want to turn and face her. I did not want my girlfriend to wake up and know what we were doing. I took my other hand from under Lucy trying not to wake her and placed it on Clare's tits. Slipping my finger under the cups I moved my fingers down to her nipple. It was hard. I rolled it under my fingers; and then spread my fingers and grasped her breast. "I want to see your cock," whispered Clare. With that she pushed the covers down. As she did I pushed her bra down so I could see her nipple for the first time. She carried on pushing the covers down until she got to my cock. She pushed my pants down releasing my cock. She started to pump my cock. "Stop! You will wake Lucy!" I groaned. Frustration was building. We could not do this lying next to Lucy. I so wanted to cum. I had not even properly touched Clare. To be continued...