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A Friend

By: ChucknWNC



Friends are the most wonderful commodities in the world. They are there for us through thick and thin. But sometimes we have the opportunity to cross the line between friends and lovers and that is what my story is about...

Chris and I were long overdue for some R and R. Due to some financial constraints we hadn't been able to get away from home for some time and we were both looking forward to our weekend away. The weekend was planned for the two of us but at the last minute we had an unexpected guest. Our dear friend Mandy had been going through a tough time for the past few months and had moved several hundred miles away from us. While we had kept in touch via email and phone calls we missed her very much. 

When Mandy called on Wednesday to say that she had unexpectedly been given Friday off from work and she'd like to pay us a long awaited visit, we didn't have the heart to tell her that we had planned to go out of town on Friday. Instead, Chris and I told her that we were ecstatic that she was coming and left it at that. After getting off the phone with Mandy, Chris and I discussed what to do about the weekend. Since we already had reservations at a hotel we liked about 100 miles from our home and since there would be plenty of room for one more...we decided to just wait for Mandy to arrive and the three of us would go for the mini-vacation together. Chris suggested calling Mandy back and telling her our plans but I thought it would be a neat surprise for her to just let her show up at our house and then we'd transfer her things to our car and take off before she had a chance to protest.

That night as Chris and I lay in bed in each other's arms as usual I asked him if he still fantasized about Mandy and I getting together for some girl-girl action. He grinned and confessed that of course he still thought that was a hot idea. We talked about how I would lick and eat her pussy and show her how much fun two women can have together. I shared my fantasy with Chris of me eating her pussy after he shot a load of cum in her. I imagined licking and sucking his sweet cum out of her dripping cunt. It made my pussy all tingly just thinking about it. Of course, after all this erotic talk, Chris and I made love until the wee hours of the morning. As usual, my lover left me totally drained and satisfied. I fell asleep with a wicked smile on my face.

On Friday, Mandy arrived on time and we all enjoyed a happy reunion. I must confess that while I watched Chris hugging her I was wondering if he was thinking about fucking her. The thought of watching his dick pleasure her made my pussy get juicy. We quickly sprung our surprise weekend trip on Mandy and after some perfunctory speech on her part about not intruding on us we piled into the car and headed off. The first part of the drive was spent catching up on each other's lives. But I couldn't stop thinking about "the fantasy" idea, so when we stopped for gas I decided to see what Mandy thought about the idea. When she and I went to the restroom I asked her how her sex life was. 

Mandy laughed at the question but confessed that she wasn't getting as much as she needed. I asked her if she was interested in turning this weekend into a sex festival. Mandy looked at me with her mouth dropped open and started to laugh. I assured her that Chris and I were very serious and wanted her to be part of our sexual play. She didn't hesitate a half a second before saying, "count me in!" I asked Mandy if she was willing to help me get Chris in the mood and she said she certainly was with a mischievous grin on her face.

When we rejoined Chris at the car, I told him that Mandy was very tired after her long trip and I wanted her to lay down in the back seat. I helped Mandy stretch out and then slid in under her so she could lay her head on my lap. Chris climbed in the driver seat and I caught his eye in the rearview mirror...I couldn't resist giving him a wink. As soon as we pulled out of the gas station I started gently stroking Mandy's hair and face. I quickly moved down to touching her neck and shoulders. Mandy closed her eyes and snuggled into my lap. 

I kept looking up to make sure Chris was watching us and of course he was. Slowly, I let my caressing progress from Mandy's shoulders to her breasts. I stroked her tits gently through her shirt and bra. Involuntarily, she began to moan softly. I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, the nose and then her lips. I wanted to see what her reaction was. Her reaction was to open her eyes and give me a wickedly sexy grin. I took this as a sign that she was ok with proceeding. My fingers deftly moved down to the buttons of her blouse, unbuttoning each one and then pausing to stroke her face and breasts. 

As the last button came undone, her blouse fell open to reveal her perky tits encased in a bra that thankfully had a front clasp. My warm hands cupped her breasts through her bra and I could feel her hard nipples with my fingers. The clasp of her bra came open easily and I at last had her lovely breasts naked. I circled each nipple slowly with my index finger and flicked her nipples to see how hard they would get. They got very hard! My hands roamed freely over the soft skin of her tits and her tummy. Mandy was moaning openly now and wiggling her butt. I asked her if her pussy was tingling and she assured me that it was! My mind was thinking about how good it would feel to slip my finger into her slit and feel her wetness but I wanted to save that for later. So, I just rubbed and tweaked her nipples and tits until she told me that she couldn't stand it anymore. 

I asked Mandy what she wanted and she whispered that she wanted to get fucked! Chris heard her and said that he would be very happy to oblige us both once we reached the hotel. I told them both to be patient and continued my titty massage of Mandy. Fortunately, we reached our destination within about 30 minutes. The three of us checked in and unloaded the car in record time! Once we were in the room I suggested that we change into swimsuits and head out to the hot tub. Mandy and Chris reluctantly agreed...I think they wanted to jump straight in the sack but I had other plans. With a wink I told the two of them to entertain each other while I used the restroom to freshen up and change. As I walked past Chris, I said that it would be a shame if Mandy's pussy weren't still wet...he got the message.

I took my time in the bathroom, putting on my suit and pinning my hair up. My mind was racing trying to imagine what they were doing in the next room. I eased the door open and saw my beautiful, sexy husband kissing Mandy and feeling her ass with his hands INSIDE her pants! Oooooo, that sight made me hot and horny. They sprang apart when they saw me and I kissed them both on the cheeks and encouraged them to get ready. Finally, the three of us made it to the hot tub.

My darling Chris opened a cold beer for each of us and we laid back against the sides of the tub and let the warm water caress our bodies. There were several other people in the hot tub but it is quite large and we had one end to ourselves. I started frolicking about a bit and playfully splashing Chris and Mandy. Chris said that if I didn't settle down he was going to have to spank me, which bumped my horniness up a whole notch. I sat back down on the other side of Mandy so that she was between Chris and I. I lay my head back and closed my eyes and just relaxed. 

I let my hand rest on Mandy's thigh and stroked her slowly. When I opened my eyes and looked over it appeared that Mandy's left hand was in Chris's lap. I looked closer through the water and could see that she had her hand inside his bathing suit and was stroking his cock. Well, I didn't want to miss out on the fun so I slid my hand inside Mandy's swimsuit and began to stroke her smooth pussy. It felt delicious. Mandy stroked my pussy from outside my suit. We switched around positions and eventually Mandy and I were stroking Chris's dick at the same time. Chris decided that this would be a good time to head back to our room.

As soon as we got in the room, Miss Horny Mandy began to kiss Chris and beg to be fucked. He felt her up and he and I sandwiched her body between us while our hands roamed over her ass and tits. Things were certainly heating up and I could feel how slick my own pussy was getting. Reluctantly, Chris pulled away from us and said that he had to get a shower first. We begged him to hurry and he went into the bathroom. Mandy turned to me and said that she was so horny that she didn't think she could stand it much longer. I led her over to the bed and laid her down. I knelt over her body and began to kiss and caress her. I peeled her wet bathing suit off and licked and sucked her nipples until I had her moaning and wiggling beneath me. I asked her if I could eat her pussy and in reply she spread her legs and parted her cunt lips with her fingers. I slid down her belly nibbling and licking my way to her slit. Licking my way around the outside of her pussy, I could feel her body tense up. She was moaning and begging me to eat her out. My head dipped to her cunt and I got my first taste of her juices. The woman was dripping wet! I lapped up her juices and then concentrated on her clit while my hands wondered up to her breasts and stroked and pinched her hard nipples.

Just when I felt I had Mandy on the brink of coming on my face, I felt my bathing suit bottoms being pulled down. The next thing I knew there was an extremely hard cock pushing into my sopping wet pussy. It was an incredibly erotic feeling with my face buried in Mandy's pussy and Chris's hot cock buried in my cunt! I immediately thrust two fingers hard into Mandy's wet hole and locked onto her clit with my sucking mouth. She and I came hard together with me being fucked from behind. I collapsed onto Mandy and gave her a big tongue kiss so she could taste her own juices on my mouth. Chris pulled out of me and stood there watching us with his big dick standing out like a sword and glistening with my cunt juices. Mandy rolled out from under me and took my man's pole in her mouth and proceeded to lick my hot juices off of him. 

I suggested that Chris lay down which he did very quickly, he's so cooperative. Somehow the idea came to me to sit on his face, which is what I did. My darlin' then gave me a wonderful pussy eating experience with his talented tongue. I took Mandy's hand and pulled her up on the bed and helped her to sit down on Chris's dick facing me. The sight of his thick cock disappearing into her juicy slit was enough to cause me to have another powerful orgasm. I was moaning and wiggling on his face while my hands held tight to Mandy's tits, I was pinching those nipples like there was no tomorrow. She was bouncing on his dick like the woman was on a trampoline. She and I kissed passionately and played with each other's tits. Mandy seemed to be having multiple orgasms as she moaned and screamed and road my baby's cock.

Just as I was wondering how in the hell Chris was keeping from coming this long, he pushed me up off his face and let out a loud moan as his whole body tensed in a mind blowing orgasm. Mandy felt his dick swell as he came and girlfriend came with him screaming and riding him like a stallion! It was a beautiful sight.

As quickly as I decently could I helped Mandy slide off my boy's dick...because I had more business in mind. I laid her head on his lower belly just above his dripping wet cock and put it in her mouth. She started slurping up her own juice and his cum from his still hard dick. I quickly spread her legs and buried my head between her thighs. My tongue lapped up the outside of her pussy and then I pushed my tongue inside her cunt to lick and suck all my baby's cum from her dripping hole. It was truly a fantasy come true! 

We lay on the bed exhausted and satisfied, cuddling and caressing each other...then it hit me...this was only Friday...we have two more whole days!!

A Friend and a Fleshlight



For visual aid, Matt is slim, with short brown hair and green eyes. John has short blonde hair and blue eyes, and has a slim, athletic build. Both are tall and attractive.

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The clock struck midnight. Matt was officially 18 now. 

"Happy birthday old fuck," John said from across the room. The two were up late playing video games since it was spring break. 

"Old fuck? You just turned 18 a few days ago yourself, you know!" Matt shot back. 

"True, but I carry it better." 

"Yeah, okay," Matt retorted sarcastically.

This type of exchange was typical between the two. They had been best friends since 2nd grade, when Matt moved in from a few towns over. 

"So what are you going to do now that you're 18? Buy cigarettes? Rent porn? Buy a scratch-off? You can do it all now!" John joked. 

"Can't it be all of them?" Matt replied.

"Haha, true, true." 

"Actually," Matt continued, "to be honest, I was thinking about ordering a fleshlight." 

John chuckled. "Are you serious? A fleshlight?" 

"Yeah man. Don't tell me you've never went on the site and wanted to buy one."

"Well you got me there. I thought about buying one after my birthday actually, but they're kind of expensive."

"I know, that's my only reservation, really," explained Matt. 

There was a short pause in the conversation.

"What if we went halves on one?" John suggested.

"Halves? How would that work? You mean like hand it off every week or something?"

"Yeah exactly," John said. "I mean my cock might stretch it out and ruin it for you but hey, it's better than nothing man." 

"Yeah, right. We'll need to order the tightest model just so your little thing can feel it," Matt shot back. 

"Oh there's no question, we'd definitely get the tightest one," John replied seriously.

"Oh yeah," agreed Matt. "So you really down for doing this?"

"Yeah, why not? If we split the cost it isn't that bad, and then we both get to see what they're like. Plus, I hear if you can last 10 minutes in a fleshlight, you can last double that in an actual girl." 

"Yeah I've heard that too," said Matt. "Okay, what the hell...should we order one now?" 

"Yeah man."

Matt pulled his laptop out and they went on the site. The videos with beautiful porn stars showing how it worked certainly made it look promising. They found the tightest model and ordered it. It was expected to be at Matt's house by the end of the week. 

Over the next several days, Matt was anxious. At night, he couldn't help but jerk off to the simple fantasy of being able to finally use it. Finally, after what seemed like weeks, it arrived that Friday. Luckily his parents were going out that weekend, so he would be able to use it the whole weekend without any disturbances. 

John was over and they were again playing video games when the package arrived. Knowing the fleshlight was due to arrive, they dropped their controllers immediately and ran to the door after hearing the doorbell. Matt opened the door to see the delivery man walking away, and then he looked down to see a small brown box on the porch. It was finally here.

They took the box back to Matt's room, where John cut open the box with his pocket knife. He feverishly unraveled the packaging, which produced the beautiful pocket pussy. It looked tight. 

He ran his index finger up and down the fake pussy lips and into the hole. There was no doubt – he needed lube, even for his skinny index finger. This was going to be great. 

"Dude, I can't even fit my index finger in here all the way without lube," John explained.

"Damn," was all Matt could muster. He liked what he saw too. "Let me feel it."

John handed the fleshlight over to Matt. Matt imitated John's motions, caressing the soft, fleshy lips and then trying, but failing, to plunge the length of his index finger into the tight hole. 

"How the hell does a dick fit in here? Damn," Matt wondered aloud. 

"Well there's only one way to find out," John replied. 

Matt let out a short, nervous laugh. "Right now?" he asked.

"Yeah. I've been waiting to try this forever, I can't wait any longer. Can you?" 

"True, okay, let me pull up some porn." Matt couldn't argue. At this point, he was dying to fuck that thing. 

Matt went on his desktop and went on porn site while John continued to try and finger their new toy. Matt managed to quickly find a nice porno – a big-titted brunette taking on two cocks. 

Matt was sitting in his computer chair while John was on Matt's bed with the fleshlight. John began to lose interest in the fleshlight as the brunette on the screen took both of the huge dicks in front of her into her mouth at once. 

"Damn," Matt said. His cock was getting hard already – half from what was on the screen, half from the anticipation of fucking the fleshlight.

A couple of minutes passed, and now the brunette was taking her friends' two huge cocks at once – one in her pussy and one in her ass, expressing her love for it quite vocally. Matt and John had both been fondling their cramped cocks through their jeans. Finally, John said it.

"Alright I need to try this thing." With that, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his beautiful 7 inch cock. 

Matt was shocked. Sure, they had just gotten this fleshlight and were anxious to use it, but the two had never masturbated in front of each other before. They had watched porn together many times, but John always went in the bathroom to jerk off while Matt stayed in his bedroom. 

"Haha what the fuck, right here?" Matt asked. 

"Yeah, why not? We got the same equipment, we've been friends for years, and plus I actually want to see the porn while I jack this time. It gets old having to go to the bathroom to do it." 

John had a good argument. Matt shrugged and decided to lower his pants as well, exposing his 8 inch cock. He glanced over again at John who was slowly rubbing his hand over the length of his beautiful member. The two were straight, but Matt couldn't help but be transfixed by John's package. It was circumcised, 7 inches long and fairly thick – nice and proportional. His balls were cleanly shaven, matching the rest of his hairless torso. 

Matt began stroking his cock with his left hand and massaging his cleanly shaven balls with his right. "No homo dude, but nice cock," John said. 

Matt laughed. "Thanks man, you too."

"Where's your lube? We gotta break this thing in." 

"Oh yeah. Here, let me get it." 

Matt opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and handed John the bottle of water-based lube. John took the bottle and squirted some onto the folds of the fleshlight and then inside. After it was well lubricated, he squirted some up and down the length of his cock, then used his free hand to rub it all over. After the entire thing was glistening with lube, he aimed his cock upward toward the tight hole of their new toy. After some resistance at the tip, the lips gave way to let John's cock slide in deep. 

"Fuck," exclaimed John. "This feels amazing." 

John continued to lower the fleshlight slowly until the entire length of his penis was inside. He let out a small moan as the lips of the fake pussy hit his balls.

Matt was becoming more interested in the show five feet away from him than the porn on the screen. Sure he was straight, but he couldn't help but think that this was hot. John was an attractive guy after all, and with an impressive package. Matt had been wanting to try a mutual masturbation experience like this for some time now, but was always too nervous to go through with it. Luckily, John was way ahead of him. It was cool to be able to relax and partake in this intimate activity – it felt brotherly. It was like the ultimate male bonding. 

John pulled the fleshlight back up from the base of his cock up to the head, only to push it back down again. As he worked the toy over his cock more, it began to loosen a little, allowing him to increase his speed. 

Matt began to jack harder too as he watched his friend fucking their new toy. He loved seeing it glide over John's big cock while the lube dripped down to his large, low-hanging balls. After a minute or two, he needed a crack at it.

"Okay, you've had some fun with it, my turn now," Matt said. 

"Haha, fine, fine," John reluctantly agreed. It took him a while before he finally found the will power to pry the fleshlight off his cock and hand it over. 

Grabbing the fleshlight with one hand and the bottle of lube with the other, Matt squirt some lube on his cock and a little more on the fleshlight for good measure. After rubbing the lube over the entire length of his shaft, he lowered the fleshlight down onto the tip of his penis. It was still warm from John. He loved the sensation, and as the lips of the pussy hit the base of his cock, he pulled it up again. Gradually, he found a nice rhythm and picked up speed. It felt amazing. 

John was still stroking his cock. Between the gorgeous brunette on the screen getting doubled fucked by two huge dicks and his best friend fucking a fleshlight before his very eyes, John was harder than ever. He gripped his dick with both hands and was now tugging hard. After a couple of minutes, he needed another round with the fleshlight.

"Okay, man, my turn again. I wanna try actually fucking this thing," he said.

"How do you mean?" Matt asked. 

"Well, I dunno, we can wedge it in between the mattress and the base of the bed, kneel down on the floor and fuck it doggy style."

"I like the way you think," Matt said, handing over the fleshlight to his inventive friend. 

John took the fleshlight and wedged it in between Matt's mattress and the bottom of the bed. At this point, he took off his pants and socks completely for easier access, followed by his shirt. Matt followed suit – he simply preferred being naked anyway. Kneeling down on the floor, John slid his cock into the tight hole, thrusting slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. 

Matt enjoyed the show. He forgot about the porn and was now jacking his cock to the site of his friend's dick thrusting in and out of this tight fuck hole, his balls slapping against the surface and his six-pack clenched tightly together. Matt had never been more turned on. 

John picked up his speed even more and now was fucking the fleshlight at full speed. It seemed not even a minute before he announced he was going to cum. 

"Fuck dude, I'm getting close," he panted. 

After a few more seconds of thrusting, he began moaning, barely keeping his composure to thrust as the powerful orgasm surged through his entire body. He slowed down his thrust, and Matt could see his dick pulsating as it unleashed rope after rope of thick, hot cum into the fleshlight. 

"Fuck dude," John said panting. "That was intense." 

"Move over," Matt said. "My turn." 

"What? Shouldn't I clean it out first?" John asked, surprised. 

"Screw it dude, I need to bust now, move over." 

John complied, taking his glistening cock out of the fleshlight and sitting on the bed. Matt kneeled down quickly replacing him, sliding his swollen cock into the tight hole. He could feel his friends hot cum glide over his cock as he plunged deeper inside. It was better than any lube. John apparently had cum a lot – soon Matt's cock was covered in John's cum. Glancing down, he could see thick globs of it all over his cock as he thrust in and out. 

It didn't take long before Matt was nearing the point of no return himself. He began thrusting as hard as he could. Soon he was moaning as he felt a wave of pleasure surge through his cock. Another wave surged through it shortly after – a massive load of warm, slick semen, which shot into the fleshlight in eight thick ropes. 

As his powerful orgasm was subsiding, Matt put his fingers around the base of his dick and gave the fleshlight a few small thrusts to squeeze the last few drops of cum out. He finally withdrew his cock, which was covered in the two friends' white, pearly jizz. Out of breath, Matt collapsed on the bed next to John. That fleshlight was worth every penny.



A Friend at the Gate



The early morning has always attracted me, especially after a good night's rest. I love those hours when I'm awake and the whole world sleeps. It is my thinking time, a time without distractions. I could sit for hours with just my thoughts, suspended somewhere between 4:30 and sunrise. In the rural area where my weekend house stands, those hours are nothing but the sound of insects and owls and in the far distance trucks moving along the highway. And a month ago, the click of the door.

"What are you doing out here?" Linda asked with a hint of sarcasm. 

I jumped, "shit, you scared the hell out of me!" 

"Sorry," She laughed. "I smelled the coffee."

"Have a seat. I'll get you a mug." I rose from the table and passed her near the doorway. She was wearing a long night shirt that looked like a giant tank top. With the help of the darkness it covered her well, but as casual friends I was still surprised that she would be so comfortable dressed like that around a simple friend like me.

But that was Linda, a worldly woman. I knew that Linda had been married more than a couple of times, that she had experienced her ups and down. Like me she had traded wild parties of her youth for fitness and early morning coffee. 

We had met at work and were somehow attracted, likely the camaraderie of a similar past and being close to the same age. And she had worked at our casual friendship as hard as I did and over time that friendship matured into one that most people experience once or twice in a lifetime. 

The kind of woman who wore lady's dresses and an easy smile, not business suits, and when she was married to the biker, Leon, she would occasionally come to the office in tight jeans and a top too small to be professional, showing off. Generally she let her brunette hair flow past her shoulders in bouncing waves. Sometimes, like tonight, she kept it bound in a tight braid. 

All this swept through my mind as I pulled a mug from the cabinet and went back outside into the dark. I could barely make out her shape sitting crossed legged at the table and then only because of the long white night shirt against the dark. I set the mug before her and moved the coffee carafe closer. 

"Want anything with it?" I asked.

"No, I like it black." She replied as she poured herself a cup. 

I knew she would take it black because of the past: loud meetings, black coffee and cigarettes.

She took a long pull while I got comfortable beside her. As my eyes became more used to the dark, the edges of her bright face and a coy smile became clear. She set the cup lightly on the table as if not to disturb the night.

"Thanks for letting me stay here during the antique show." She began. 

"Sure, anytime." I poured myself another cup.

"I was afraid that I might put you out." She said as she blew to cool the coffee.

"No, I'm doing the same things I would do if you weren't here."

"What about skinny dipping in your pond. You always talk about that and I haven't seen you do it yet."

That was what I liked about her, no beating around the bush. If something was on her mind, she said it. 

"Okay," I agreed, "the same thing except I wouldn't be wearing shorts. But since you're here I thought I would show some common courtesy and all that."

Now she was much more than an outline in the dark. I could see her bare knees, her long slender hands and the outline of her rings. Much of her face was no longer hidden in shadow and her look clear to me as we sat there alternately lifting and lowering our coffee cups. I caught myself looking at her breasts, solid nipples pushing up the fabric of her night dress in the soft light, a million years of evolution working on my brain. I looked back into her face and knew that she knew and understood. 

She lifted her cup to her lips and even in the darkness I could see her take on that look, the one that she had whenever she was ready to make a big business deal, like the game was on. 

"So you don't wear clothes? Most of the time I mean." She began again.

"Would you? It is eighty degrees and eighty percent humidity at five in the morning. And it gets worse from here. Anyway, it's a throw back to my days when I was a dirty hippy on a dirty motorcycle with a dirty girlfriend."

"Were you really?" She asked. 

"All but the dirty motorcycle part. I kept my bike clean."

She dropped her coffee cup to the table, carelessly this time. "When I was married to Leon, the guys used to try to get me to flash at the rallies." 

"Did you?" 

"Shit no, not there with all those people. Some customer might be in the crowd."

"Reasonable concern," I agreed. "But you're not opposed to it in principle?"

I thought she gave me 'the look' women give when they think men are being jerks, but I could not be sure.

We each lifted our cups and she tilted her head slightly. I could feel that predator that I had seen in action around so many conference tables. 

"So, is that all you do out here nude in the moon light?" She asked.

The insinuation was clear and I chuckled at the thought. She had held her share of cocks, knew all the ways of men and apparently was willing to entertain herself with it. 

No, often I go and stand by the gate and watch the world go by. You can see the highway in the distance and up there nothing interferes with the wind on your body." 

"Really," She asked in mock surprised.

"Really," I assured her.

A car passed on the road, one of the country people leaving for work at the local gas station or maybe heading down to open the office at the egg packing plant. In the distance an owl hooted, sounding like a deeper, darker white-winged dove calling into the night for love. From another direction a dog barked its warning. Sound travels so far in the night, carried on the wind. 

"What do you do when a car passes?" She asked.

"I step back down the drive and let them pass. In the night all they can see is what their headlights show. Someone in the darkness goes unnoticed." 

"Is that all?" She teased again.

She poured herself another cup of coffee. 

"I'll go with you." She said after a moment's silence.

I found myself not that surprised by the offer. All the smiles and winks and little flirts that passed between us had told me that she was at least comfortable if not interested. A motorcycle going way to fast on the dark country lane passed reminding me of my own stupidly fearless youth. A youth she had lived several states away.

"Let me get my stick. You need to get some flip flops." 

"I thought we were going out there nude." She said with some seriousness.

"We are, well mostly." I stood up and unbuttoned my shorts letting them fall to my ankles. 

Linda reached for the hem of her nightshirt and pulled it up and over her head as she rose from the chair. She was wearing a pair of white panties and she quickly slipped out of them before turning to face me, clearly showing off. "I can see pretty well and I go barefoot most of the time so my feet are pretty tough. Anyway I've always liked being naked outdoors, completely naked."

I wondered about the rings. Even jewelry can provide some cover. 

"Well okay. Let's go."

We both picked up our coffee mugs and started off of the porch. Along the way I picked up the long stick leaning against the wall that I carry to knock down the spider webs. While I stopped for the stick Linda stepped off the porch ahead of me and I rushed to catch up. 

Out from under the eve of the porch, in the direct moonlight, I could see her much more clearly. Tall, slim and fit, she was as attractive as any woman. All of the promise of the sexy clothes she wore from time to time at the office was delivered. With each step she gingerly picked her way up the gravel drive. I walked around her and then walked ahead, kicking a few larger stones off into the ditch and clearing the cobwebs so that neither of us would be wrapped in them as we passed. 

As I reached the gate I turned. She was only a few steps behind, but far enough away for me to get another good look at her in the bright moonlight. She moved with a mixture of good posture and grace. Wisely, she had her breasts done and I could see that her nipples were large and hard. It was also clear that she shaved, creating a thin line of tight pubic hair that pulled the eye to her flat belly and hips. I felt myself getting heavy and decided to go with it. If she didn't like it she would say something. We weren't still finding our way in the world. No reason for false modesty here. 

She caught up to me and set her cup beside mine on the great wooden gate and together we looked out onto the dark road beyond. 

"It is nice here. You can feel the breeze." She said, leaning into me as she often did at the office, letting the closeness drive desire. I felt her arm press against mine and I leaned into that soft, supple skin. 

"Yea, it is pretty nice out here." I said as I spread my legs just a little to feel the breeze. I bumped my leg against hers, our bare hips touched. "So, go nude much?" I asked.

"Not as much as you I bet, but yea, some." 

"So, you're not missing all the fun." 

She turned toward me. 

For a moment we were drawn, faces inches apart, the potential for a kiss drawing us together, but down the road I saw the lights of a car high up in the trees. I waited, then I took her by the arm and warned, "car." 

She turned to look as we both stepped away from the gate walking back down the lane that led to my house about ten yards before turning to let the car to pass. I was a few steps farther down the lane than she and as the car approached I signaled for her to step back a little farther, but no, not Linda. She stood there with her hands on her hips, shoulders square and feet apart as a large white four door pickup flew by headed toward town.

"Hm." She said. 

She seemed honestly disappointed that the truck had not slowed. As I walked back toward her I could see her in the moonlight. 

"Show off." I accused.

"Look at you." She crooked a finger at my half hard cock. 

"Well It's been a while and..." I joked well knowing all the things that she might think. I didn't care.

"And?"

"And the company is quite attractive." 

She turned and walked back to the gate, this time with a little swing in her hips. I took up the place next to her, once again pressing my arm against hers, then my hip. She pressed back. Our faces turned toward each other and neither of us could help but laugh. 

Our game was soon punctuated by a kiss. Not a long and passionate kiss, no, that was not what either of us felt; but a solid, confirming press of open lips with that hint of tongue that said we were both fearless, ready for anything. We pushed together at that gate, trying as best we could to gain contact, laughing at each other, kissing.

"What's changed most in your life since you quit partying?" She asked after we broke.

"I haven't quit partying, I just quit the booze. I party better this way." 

To our next kiss we added the press of flesh, face to face, her nipples to mine, I cupped her ass and pressed my hard cock into her belly. I slid a hand down the outside of her thigh as far as I could reach then pulled the backs of my fingers along her side and up to the bottom of her breasts. She kissed me harder, more tongue so I softened my touch even more. 

There was the matter of my hard cock between us. It was a rock now, strong and working on its own. Cupping her breasts I leaned forward to test one of her nipples with my lips, superb, hard, ready. 

In the distance the sound of a car arose. From one direction headlights would illuminate the gate, from the other, they would miss it, but still I moved away whenever a car came from either direction. As I started to move Linda held my arm.

"We need to move." I argued.

"Why? What can they see through the gate? Look this board covered my tits. This other one covers the rest of us. Let's just stand here." 

It was true what she had said about the construction of the gate. The top was over four and a half feet from the ground to the top and heavy boards, just like the horse fence on either side, crossed well enough to hide us in the dark. We stood there as flatbed truck with a welder on the back passed by. 

"You do like to flash." 

"As they say, If you got it." She grinned.

I felt her hand searching. "You really like this too." She held my cock, first with one hand solely on the shaft and then with the other she massaged my balls. "Is that all you like? Flashing the neighbors?"

I kissed her again. "No I'm a diver too. Mind?" 

"Shit no. Are you nuts?" 

It was a hard thing to do, to pull away from a woman who had knowing hands on my cock. It took me two attempts before I mustered the effort. But it was another car that made it happen, coming from the opposite direction from the last. I hoped that the angle of the gate, the addition of the fence along the side and the angle of the hill would hide Linda enough from the unsuspecting eyes of the driver. I would go unseen as I knelt before her, hidden by the heavy wood slats of the fence. Just as the bright lights climbed over the hill I grabbed her ass in both hand and pulled her to my lips.

The sound of the car passing roared in my ears just as the sweet, salty taste of her labia met my tongue. Pulling hard, almost pulling her off balance I searched her folds as she grabbed for the gate and balance. There was a sharp cry, not of ecstasy but of surprise. A long moan followed next. 

I love it when a woman holds my head against her pussy. I love it more when she arches her back and opened her legs so that I can bring more sensation to her. All I could do in return was to try to excite her.

"Oh, oh shit!" She cried.

"Like it?" I mumbled.

"They're stopping!" 

I stood and looked down the road. It was true. The car was slowing to a stop. I stood as it began a turn in the narrow country road.

"Come on! Get the cups!" 

I grabbed a coffee cup and took her by the hand, pulling her along with me as I raced down the lane toward the safety of the porch. As we reached the darkness under the awning the car slowly cruised back up the road and then off in the direction that it had come. 

"Forgot something," Linda offered.

"Or it was a deputy that lives on Winchester road and he saw us." I added. "Anyway, I have something else in mind. Sit down." 

My porch was a large one and it served as my living room. It had benches for seating and a kitchen table in the middle complete with wooden chairs and brightly colored cushions. It was at one of those wooden chairs that I directed Linda to sit and from another I took a cushion and dropped it between her feet. For just a moment I stood there before here, a foot away and massaged my cock as she watched. Then I knelt and with one hand on each inner thigh, spread her, pulling her hood open with my thumbs to free her hard clit. 

I softly pulled at her clit with my lips, then I kissed her until her taste softened and I could smell her on my lips and taste her in my mouth even as I drew away for breath. 

At first she took my work without reflex, her flat stomach still, her hard breasts forming a gorgeous wall over which I could barely see her face in the darkness. My tongue struck deep into her, as deep as I could go and follow up her clitoris and onto her pubic mound. I noticed that she had a tiny diamond in her navel and another tiny piercing in the folds of her hood. The taste of the metal was a new sensation for me, a new desire and I tongued it softly. 

Finally Linda groaned, holding my head with the fingertips of both hands and straightened her legs, lifting her feet from the floor for just a moment. I raised my head and tongued her clit again, making room. I probed my middle finger into her, reaching deeply and searching for that smooth nubbin that awakens every woman's desire. Turning my hand palm up, I found it and added another finger to my work. 

She took little breathes, short inhales several in a row before letting loose with a deep sigh. Contractions in her stomach and her thighs told me what was coming. She held me tight and rather than destroy the moment I continued to massage her both inside with my fingers and outside with my tongue. 

I had known this in only a few women before, the great flow of orgasmic fluid as they came. Linda was one of those and as she shuddered, clamping my shoulders tight between her knees, holding my head in her hands, she released her pleasure. I stroked myself with my free hand, but just for the moment. 

The throws of orgasm take their time to play out, one strict convulsion and then other, lighter ones. Softer and softer they came as she worked her way down from ecstasy, but she was not done. 

My commitment complete she lunged for my cock as I stood. She grabbed for me almost violently and pulled me hard toward her mouth. A perfect companion, she could take and she could give. Her breath felt hot on my cock, her tongue stroked me exactly where it was needed. I reached behind and pressed a finger under my balls to slow the orgasm, but it would come soon. She had not warned me and I offered no warning either. 

I thought to hold her head, take control of the lovemaking, but she was too eager, too excited to stop. And how could I want her to? Alternately she kissed me, pulling away with a pop, then she stroked me hard, massaging taught balls with one hand and massaging the large purple head with the other. I never wondered again if she loved the cock as much as it seemed. She was too intense, to focused to be doing this as a return for my gift. What she wanted now was me and as she brought as much of me into her mouth as she could. I felt the urge to oblige. 

The sun was rising, light had filtered in, even to the dark recesses of the porch where we hid, pleasuring each other. She looked up at me green eyes clearly searching mine. With just the head of my cock in her mouth she began working her tongue on the underside of my shaft. I knew what she worked for and with my hands on my hips supplied it to her. 

It is hard to say which of the feelings that come from lovemaking is the greatest, whether it is the bond that is consummated when two people really desire each other or the simple pleasure of orgasm that attracts. It does not matter. As I stood there it was both. I could feel her stop tickling me to swallow once, twice three times all the while keeping her green eyes locked on mine. After the third I leaned forward and she understood the dance, taking me as deeply as she could, sucking hard for what remained. 

It seemed that I had stopped so she lifted her head and returned her attention to my cock, pulling at it in her fist until the final pearls flowed free. With her tongue she lifted them from my skin and with a noisy kiss to the source swallowed again. 

Linda rose to me, hesitating. Our faces inches apart before we kissed. This time the kiss was not a challenge, but far more passionate. I could taste myself in her mouth, more importantly I could feel myself in her desire. She held tight as did I, pressing my cock, wet and now going soft again her velvet skin. 

"I think I want to go a little farther with this." I grinned.

"What about this afternoon. We can go skinny dipping in your pond."

"What about your antique show?"

"I may skip it. That is if you don't have better plans." She leaned back so that we could look at each other. "Have you ever tried Greek?" 

"No, I always thought that was something that a woman did only for her man's pleasure. Not that she enjoyed it." I said. 

"Both can enjoy it if it is done right. We can try it later." She smiled.

I laughed and pulled the tall brunette to me at the waist, cupping her ass with my hands. "So tell me, how do you do it right?" 




A Friend at the Gate



She grinned. "Early in the morning, by the gate."



A Friend by the Door



You get off the phone with me after saying that you would be over in just a few minutes. It's been several days since I have seen you and your lovely body will feel wonderful to touch. I know you can't stand not having sex each and every day so I am aware that you will want to jump on me as soon as your through the door. 

Even though I told you to come over so we could watch a movie I have the same idea also, and am already thinking about how good your pussy is going to taste. I can never get enough of you moaning while my fingers in your pussy and my tongue flicking your clit gets you off. My mind is wondering about this very thought for several more minutes when I hear you open my back door. 

It's cold so you have on a winter coat and I smile as you take it off because as usual your already smiling back at me. "Hi sexy" I whisper as my hands grip your tiny waist pulling your body closer to mine. Once again you make me hard by just being in the same vicinity and I part your lips with mine; probing your suculent mouth letting our tongues mingle for a while. 

I start to slip my hands underneath your shirt but you stop me, which disappoints me greatly since your wearing the usual tight jeans and a top that shows off your firm breast. "Trish is going to join us to watch the movie, she'll be here in a bit so we'll have to keep our clothes on for now" as you paw my hands away from you. 

We go into the living room sitting on the couch, and I turn on the tv while my arm wraps around your waist. I lean over half pleading " we can have a quickie before she gets here, I know you want to you haven't seen me in days." I lean over and start to lick your next moving up to your ear where I linger and nibble. You respond well turning towards me plunging your tongue back into my mouth. Second later your climb onto me straddling my waist as I stop our kiss to take of your shirt and your bra. 

"Ooh I like" is all I say before I start to suck and nibble on your right nipple and then your left. Your fingers run through my hair and pull my head closer and I such harder getting both pink buttons to harden against my tongue. Your reach down undoing my pants and I have you stand up so I can slip out of them. Your tight pants soon follow with your trimmed pussy already exposed due to your lack of panties. 

I lay you on your back facing towards the corner of my couch, your legs instantly spreading wide for me. My tongue wastes no time tracing a path from your stomach down to your moist lips which I daydreamed about earlier. You close your eyes as I suck on both lips together and then individually getting an initial tasting of your juices. My tongue continues to explore probing into your pussy and back out tasting you as much as I can. 

We don't here the back door open and Trish walk into the house, but she hears you. Your moaning immediately peaks her interest and at first she thinks it much be a porno we are watching. She walks through the doors to my living room but instantly stops when she sees the continuation of the expoloration above. She ponders walking out and making noise to alert us but insteads stares at your heaving breasts and I continue to lick your pussy. She watches my head move with you as you buck off the couch and my back flex as I try not to let you get away. She finds herself getting turned on from the scene before her and realizes her panties are becoming moist as she watches. 

Making sure neither of us has noticed us yet she slides her hand down her pants underneath her panties. Her lips part in a silent moan as her fingers part her labia searching for her already hardening clit. She rubs her clit as her other hand moves under her shirt gently caressing her breasts. She doesn't stop watching our naked bodies except when she can't help rolling her eyes back into her head from pleasure. This is when you look look up for a second in between climaxes and notice Trish standing by the door. Your first thought is to push me away except you notice here hand down her pants and instead of pushing my head away you push it harder into your pussy. I continue to flick your clit in circles making you rise off the couch again into my face covering my face with juices. 

"Fuck Me now" is all I need to hear from you and I move up letting you taste your pussy as we kiss. My cock slides into you easily since your juices are already flowing down across your ass. Your so tight and wet I know I can't last for long and don't want to as I immediately start to fuck you hard holding myself above you. You stare off to the right as I listen you moan making me go faster. I lean down and suck on your neck not knowing that your staring and Trish who is now frantically rubbing her pussy. Almost at a scream you ask me to "fuck me with your cock" as your hips grind into me and you pull my hair yanking my head back. This sends me over the edge as I pound into your tight pussy harder and I start to cum. I pull out and rip off the condom wanting to shoot all over your sweaty body. You grab my cock as stroke me making me shoot all over your stomach and up to your breasts the whole while looking over at Trish. She has gone past the point of no return and is biting her lips to not make any noises as her body quivers with an explosive orgasm as she watches my cum shoot onto your tits.

I smile down at your wanting to continue but know "I better run and get you a towel since Trish could be here at any moment." When I turn around naked she is already sneaking back outside waiting for her chance to come in like nothing ever happened. I never notice how flushed her face is when she comes in to sit down on the couch. :) 



A Friend Called Ruth



When Ania and I went camping she had an experience that has stayed with her. Ania is 26 with a lovely pair of 34C tits just right for sucking and a lovely arse that needs to be smacked when fucking her doggy style. 

The story starts when we were camping in Denmark, I had to go into town to do some business early one morning and I wasn't going to be back until lunch time. I left Ania in her sleeping bag dozing. I had already had breakfast and she didn't want any. She told me about 7.30 she got up went to the toilets and had a wash. While she was there she spoke to a German girl. She was about 20 years old, very beautiful with short blond hair. She spoke to Ania telling saying her name was Ruth and that she was travelling through Denmark with her friends. Ania told her that my name was Robert, we were also travelling around Denmark and I was out for a while. Ruth suggested Ania joined them for a coffee. Ania said it was OK as she had some things to do before I got back. Ruth said that it was a shame, as she spoke she stroked Ania's hair. Then she told Ania how pretty she was and that her friends would like her as well. Ania didn't take any notice, said goodbye and walked back to our chalet that we had hired.

After a while Ania went off to buy some food as she was there she met Ruth again. Ruth said it must be fate that they met again so soon. Ruth chatted to her and insisted they went for a coffee. Ania agreed. Ruth told her about her home, boyfriends, college, everything. Ania sat and listened. When they had finished their coffee Ania said she had to get back. Ruth said she would walk back with her as it was close to her tent. Ruth walked close and was touching her hair, and had her arm around her shoulder. Ania wasn't worried about this as she had girl friends and she enjoyed sucking a little pussy herself. Ania open the door and was about to say goodbye when Ruth walked in and commented on the size. Sat down on the bed and patted it for Ania to sit down as well. 

Ania offered her a drink, made one, handed it to Ruth. Ruth held her had as she handed it too her. Ruth stood up and kissed her fully on the lips, letting her tongue softly part her lips and enter her mouth. Ruth parted took the drinks and put them on the table, walked back over and kissed her again. They cuddled each other and Ania joined in with such gusto. They sat on the bed and Ruth started to take her clothes off. Ania only had Shorts, panties, and a tee shirt. Ruth had a wrap around skirt and tee shirt on. Within a few minutes they were both naked. With Ania laying down and Ruth sucking her nipples. Ania had her eyes closed as this was going on enjoying the sensation.

After a short while Ania realised someone else had joined them and was watching. Ania struggled to get up but Ruth pinned her shoulders down. Don't worry this is Shane and John. Shane was a tall black guy while John was white and average height. Shane said that they had come to have some fun as well, Ruth had told them that Ania had a lovely body with firm arse and tits. She had seen her while Ania was washing. Shane bent down to kiss Ania but she pulled away. Shane held her face and told her it could be easy or good fun for them. Ania told them to get out and leave her alone. John opened a bag he bought with him and produced some rope. First the gagged Ania with her panties and tossed 2 pieces of rope over a roof beam tied one end to Ania's legs and proceeded to lift her into the air legs upside down. Ania was thrashing around hitting anyone in the way. Ruth slapped her arse and the with a lot of force slapped her between her legs. Ania shuddered with the pain and stopped moving. When she was off the ground the rope was tied off to the bed, making sure her legs was wide apart. Nice they said, very nice. 

Ruth started to suck her cunt from the back, which was now at eye level while John sucked her clit from the front. Shane removed the gag, undid John's trousers got his cock out and fed it into her mouth. Ruth stopped her head going back forcing her to take the full length down her throat. Shane was taking pictures and had set a video camera up as well. Shane joined them and took his clothes off. Ruth was now sticking her tongue into her arse, making Ania move her arse to get more of her tongue in. They stopped for a minute to talk together and decided it was too easy and wanted the film to be more dramatic. Shane stepped forward and started to slap her arse, inner thigh and cunt. While Ruth bit on her nipples, she got them nice and long and then notice some nipple clamps that we use. She secured the clamps in place and flicked them. She then took her face in her hands and squatted down on it forcing Ania's mouth over her cunt. Ania was now getting red all over her thighs and arse. Her cunt was swelling with the punishment. John got a butt plug out of the bag, smeared cream on it and pushed it into her arse. It crudely forced her cheeks apart and all could be seen was a wide base. 

A dildo was next to be pushed in and out of her cunt, once again it stretched it to its limit. This went on for ages, finally Ruth let go of her head and her face was covered with her cum. The decided to release her letting her flop onto the bed. The butt plug and dildo was roughly removed leaving her holes gapping open. John lay on the bed and Ania was forced to squat over him, she was going to put it in her cunt when John forced it into her arse making her scream. Ruth held the nipple clamps, twisted them and push her back so she was laying down. Ruth then sat on her face making her eat her cunt and clit. Ania felt as though she was drowning. She then felt her legs being lifted and realised that Shane was going to fuck her as well, he rammed is large black cock in to her cunt in one movement and started to fuck her hard. They all got into a rhythm to fuck her as hard as possible. Shane slapped her thighs and arse while Ruth twisted the nipple clamps. Little trickles of blood was running down her heaving tits, this excited Ruth and made her do it more roughly, while she was grinding her cunt, clit and arse hole onto her mouth. Shouting suck it bitch. Shane pulled out and came over her belly; Ruth smeared her cum over her face that dripped down to her tits. John pulled out to and came over her back after pushing her off him. Before Ania could struggle they tied her hands to the rope and lifted her off of the ground the other end was tied to her knees and she was left swinging in mid air. Cum dripping from her. The butt plug was given to her as a present and forced back into her arse, the nipple clamps had congealed blood around them. They packed their things way and left. They said that I would be good to see her again another time and be ready to play.

When I got back I found this strange sight as I entered the chalet. I was about to cut her down when Ania asked me to fuck her hard like this as she really needs to cum. I obliged her and fucked her as hard as possible, she was swinging around but once I got a grip of her hips I found I could withdraw, move her away and then pull her back hard and thrust forward and drive my cock in. She screamed all of the time. As she was about to come I drove in hard and held her there and at the right moment we came together, I pulled the butt plug out fast making her scream. I cut her down she lay on the bed for a while got up and had a shower. Ania is such a slut.



A Friend Comes Home



One Saturday night, I was at the bar listening to a friend of mine play in the band. I was sitting there chatting with other friends and I saw a guy walk through the door I knew. I had not seen John for about 2 years. 

He had moved to another state with his girlfriend. I motioned for him to come sit with me. He walked over to the table, I stood up and gave him a hug telling him it as been a long time since I have seen him.

He sat down and we started catching things up. He and his girlfriend had been fighting a lot and they moved back to town. I told him I was sorry to hear that, but on the inside I was screaming, HELL YES. John and I had been together before and the sex was AWESOME.

I noticed he had his tongue and nipple pierced. We talked about his nipple piercing and he told me don't ever do it because it hurts like hell. Then he stuck his tongue out at me and smiled. I knew I wanted to feel that ring flicking on my pussy. He knew it too.

We talked and danced the night away. He was teasing me out on the dance floor by grabbing my ass and squeezing it, pinching my nipples and kissing me so I could feel that tongue ring.

We agreed to leave the bar and go for a drive out in the country. I left my car at home that night so we hopped in his girlfriend's little Aspire and took off. We got outside the city limits, the moon was bright, the star were shinning, there was a nice cool breeze. Not a cloud in the summer sky. I took my shirt off, then my pants. I couldn't wait to feel the air against my nakedness. He reached over and touched my thigh. I spread my legs, one up on the dash, the other across his lap. He started playing my pussy while he drove.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his soft touch while the cool air blew across my naked body. We found this drive that led to a field, a farmer uses to get the tractor in. We pulled in there, shut off the lights and the car. He got undressed and walked around to the passengers side, reached in and moved the passengers seat all the way back as far as it would go, then reclined it back all the way so it was laying flat on the back seat.

He climbed in the car on top of me, then slid down onto the floor board. I slid as far up the seat as possible and he spread my legs and stuck his hot tongue on my throbbing pussy. Gently taking my clit and sucking on it, while flicking that ring across it.

Then he went down to my slippery opening and put his tongue inside as far as he could. Slowly licking his way back to my clit, flicking his tongue all over my wet folds. He took my swollen nub in his mouth and slowly twirled his ring over it.

In no time, I was moaning and thrusting my hips so my pussy was smashing into his face, my ass was off the seat and I was pushing with my legs, trying to get more of that tongue of his. I was scooting backwards up the seat. He moved down to my dripping hole and was sucking each outer pussy lip individually, then he stuck his tongue deep inside me, licking all the sweet nectar I had left for him.

Moving back up to my very sensitive clit again, he licked and sucked it softly. I felt like I was having a seizure, he would hit the right spot and my whole would jerk. He didn't stop, he just kept going, licking and sucking on my clit. He stuck a finger inside my wet pussy fucking me with it, slowly.

I regained my senses while he kept kissing my pussy. He started getting more intense with his sucking and licking. I knew my body was going to turn to jelly with the next orgasm. I had never come twice before while someone was eating me. I could feel that tingly sensation starting to take over my body.

Then, like someone had opened the flood gates, I started screaming and thrashing. My body quivered and my thighs got tight around his head. I was pushing with my legs, doing the "back stroke" trying to get away from this over whelming feeling. I wanted him to stop and keep going. It was so intense, it felt wonderful and painful all at the same time.

He grabbed a hold of my hips and buried his face deep in my pussy. I was moving backwards into the back seat, but he didn't let up on the pussy thrashing he was giving me. I crawled my way to the entire back seat, my head got stuck between the seat and door. He kept flicking his tongue over my clit until I laid in a quivering oblivion.

He stopped, looked up at me and smiled. I looked at him and said, "damn." That's all my mouth would allow me to say. I was still breathless. After I laid there for a few minutes to calm down after such an intense orgasm, we both started laughing because of the position I was laying in. I held my hand out, he grabbed it and pulled me up out of crack I had managed to lodge myself into.

I looked at John and said, "you need to get a bigger car!"

He nodded as he pulled me to him and kissed me. I could taste my sweet juice on his tongue and I started moving my tongue all around tasting myself.

He maneuvered me back onto the seat and leaned down to kiss me. He took his hard cock and placed it at my hot, dripping, throbbing cunt. I was ready to feel his cock inside my pussy. With one thrust he slid inside. My cunt was so wet he had no problems. I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my nails in. 

He tossed his head back and moaned. I took my feet and placed them on the roof of the car, spreading my legs wide. He was fucking me hard and fast. I reached down and grabbed his ass trying to push him in farther. Soon, he was cumming deep inside me. I could feel every spurt filling my satisfied pussy. He collapsed onto me and we laid there. 

I rubbed his back and kissed his neck. He kissed my neck, then moved to my mouth. I wanted to stay like this all night, but I knew that was impossible. He had to go home to his girlfriend, and I had to go home to my husband. He opened the passenger door and rolled out into the cool air onto his knees.

I tired to stand on my wobbling legs, but couldn't do it just yet. I had no strength in them whatsoever. He had to steady me while I stood trying to get my legs to work. I held onto the car and started walking slowly, taking little steps, telling my legs to work.

He got dressed and started driving back to town. I stayed naked for as long as possible, I needed the cool air to calm my senses. As we got closer to town, I HAD to get dressed. I put all my clothes back on and he drove me home.

We kissed long and passionately before I got out of the car. He gave me his phone number and said "call me."

I said, "OH, don't worry, I WILL!"

I got out of the car and walked into the house as he drove off.



A Friend Comes to Visit!



I rolled over in my bed when I heard my phone ringing. The screen flashed when I hit the unlock button, letting me know it was 6 in the morning... I wondered to myself why on earth anyone would be calling me at this ungodly hour. I looked at the caller ID and it came up as Kevin Summers."Hello" I mumbled into the phone.

"Hello baby" said a masculine voice at the other end, sounding unbelievably cheerful at the moment considering he's a time zone behind me and its 6 a.m. here which means its 5 a.m. there.

"Kev! How are you? And what the fuck are you doing calling me this fucking early?" I basically yelled into the phone.

"Well I just wanted to let you know that I have a conference in your province... Can I stop by and see you?" he asked.

"Of course! Why don't you stay with me?!" I asked.

"Okay sure I'll be there Friday night!" he said before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I of course went straight back to bed, I mean it was 6 o'clock in the morning!

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Soon enough Friday came and I was standing in the airport when I saw him come down the escalator with a grin on his face. I could barely contain myself; I ran towards him, jumped on him and wrapped my legs around him, hugging him. "You look great Kev! I can't believe your actually here! This is unbelievable!" I was talking so fast that I jumbled my words together.

"Thanks baby as do you! Haha I know I can't believe it either and Kali you're going to have to slow down a little bit for me to understand what you're saying!" he was stroking my back as he said this, my legs still wrapped around his hips and my arms around his neck.

"Kali you're going to have to get off of me so I can get my luggage you know?" He laughed as he set me on the ground.

"Right! I know I'm just really excited that you're actually here! I didn't think we'd ever get to meet!" I told him as he put his arm around my shoulders and drew me close.

"I know baby. I know. I'm glad we get this chance too." We picked up his bags from the luggage carousal and brought it to my car. We shoved it into the trunk and backseat before hoping into the driver and passenger seats. We drove to my house in comfortable silence.

As I pulled into the drive way I announced "Well we're here, my home sweet home."

We got your bags from the trunk and backseat and hauled them inside. "Hey Kev do you always carry bricks around in your suitcases when you have business trips?" I teased.

"Haha, very funny Kali, actually it's just my suits you just don't have any muscles" he retorted. I glanced down at my biceps...I really didn't have and he was right.

I was pulled out of my self-pity party of having no muscles when he asked "Hey babe, is it alright if I have a shower?"

Me, being an amazing friend, said "Sure Kev whatever you want, you can have!" Though I did say it rather slyly, with a sexual meaning implied.

I led him upstairs to one of my two guest rooms and showed him where the bathroom was. I retreated to the other guest room, on the first floor that I use as an office. I heard the water being turned on and the sound of a belt buckle dropping onto tile. I assumed this meant he was undressing and hoping into the shower. That's when I started thinking... "I've only seen his dick on cam before... I really want to see it in real life."

Then an idea popped into my head. I realized I had not yet given him a towel so I slipped inside the bathroom. I yelled over the running water, "Hey Kev I left a towel for you on the counter." And then I slipped out of the bathroom.

He yelled back "Thanks Kali! Appreciate that!"

I had my first voyeuristic experience as I peeked through the door to make sure he got the towel, just as he stepped out of the shower naked! I mean completely naked — birthday suit naked! A sharp breath escaped my lips as I watched him walk to the counter completely naked. His body was glistening from the water running down his body. His well-kept, defined, and sexy as hell body. I stood at the door, watching him dry himself off. I think the thing that fascinated me the most and kept my attention for the longest, was that his pubic area was completely bare. I don't know many guys who are willing to do that. They refuse to, saying it is my job not theirs to be completely bare.

His penis, which was not fully erect I might add, seemed huge. I watched with growing fascination as he took his cock in his hand and massaged it gently. Running his fingers up and down the length and running his thumb over the head. His eyes were half closed as he jerked himself slowly. I watched as his hand moved faster and faster until his cock reached full erection, standing proud and extending away from his body. I wanted to lick it then and there but I didn't dare disturb him. It must've been 8 inches long... I licked my lips in lustfull anticipation.

I put one hand against a wall to support myself as my other hand found its way to the inside of my panties. I could feel the heat and dampness. I rubbed my clit, running my fingers over my swollen pussy lips. I dipped a finger into my pussy and found it wet and silky. My hips moved forward as if on their own, enclosing my finger in the depths of my pussy. My pussy squeezing my fingers, wishing they were a cock instead.

All that was running through my mind at this point I was , "Kev, please notice me so you can fuck the living shit out of me." A moan escaped my lips as I felt the growing need for sex, any sex at all, I just needed sex.

I watched as his hand jerked his hard cock. The sliding of his hand up and down his cock, his soft groans as he pleased himself, and hearing them only made me wetter. I matched my movements to his. When his hand moved up I pulled my fingers out and when he moved his hand down I shoved my finger inside of me. My fingers were going In and out while my thumb stroked my clit. Oh I was so close. My legs were spasming from the pleasure and my juices were running down my legs. My clit a hard little ball that was easy to flick. I watched as his body jerked a little bit and watched as thick white liquid came spurt after spurt, shooting out of his cock, coating my bathroom counter. I could not hold back any longer, as my hips suddenly stopped moving and my thighs tightened and started to spasm. I felt my cum on my hand and felt my juices running down my legs as I bit my lip to keep from moaning loud enough for him to hear.

I retreated to my room to clean up my mess and go have a shower myself.

This is my first story; comments, helpful criticism and feedback are welcome! Tell me if you liked it! I'm anticipating the dream where I learn what happens next in Kev's visit. So check back in and see if there's a sequel yet.



A Friend Cums to Dinner



A long time friend of yours, Gary, calls one afternoon and announces to your surprise that he’s in town for the evening, and just thought he would call to surprise you. You are so elated to hear from this man that you instinctively ask him if he has plans for dinner that evening. He admits that he was supposed to have a business dinner but the dinner was postponed until the next night so he’s actually without plans. You offer to have him over to dinner. Nothing elaborate, just us three, and your excited to introduce him to me. You and he have never been romantically involved, but both of you have been attracted to each other but for one reason or another have never gotten together. That never stopped you both from previously discussing just about everything under the sun, and you knew Gary was open minded and very liberal. He graciously accepts your invitation and you tell him to come over around seven and give him the directions to our home.

Once you hang up the phone, you pick it up again and phone me to tell me that you have invited a friend to have dinner with us. I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are excited about seeing this old friend, but I also wonder if there is something else that’s causing you to be so excited. I ask if this is the kind of man that you would entertain in a threesome, since you have always said you would love to have two men at the same time. Your reply is a bit indirect, asking if I would be ok with it. I admit that the idea is very erotic and I trust our love for each other, and that I want you to have what you want. You hesitantly reveal that you could see it happening with us three, and the idea also excites you. I say listen sweetie if you want this to happen just do it; I’ll support whatever you want to do. You can call all of the shots tonight.

That night you are so excited you are buzzing around the kitchen preparing a nice Italian dinner for us to dine on. You haven’t said much but have a big grin that seems to say you have lots of pleasurable things on your mind. At about seven the doorbell rings. You ask me to get it, and show Gary in. I answer the door and introduce myself as Gary walks in. We all wander through the house to the kitchen where we engage in some comfortable chitchat. It’s not long before you and Gary are wrapped up in stories of the old days, and you both are laughing and enjoying the reminiscing. I’m just doing the best I can to keep up with the stories, but I’m pretty entertained as well to hear of the escapades you both shared. All through dinner the conversation was lively and fun. After dinner, as I’m clearing the table, I catch you alone in the kitchen and ask if you plan to carry this evening to the next level?  You just smile and say that if you do, I am to do exactly as you ask me to do; your wish is my command. I shrug my shoulders as if to say that’s fine with me. I walk out of the kitchen to the den as Gary walks into the kitchen. It’s not long before your voices become very faint and I can’t understand what your discussing, but I like Gary and I feel your entitled to some privacy. 

A few minutes later, you come into the den and ask me to join you and Gary in the living room. As we are walking into the room, you whisper in my ear that you want to do this tonight, and you have asked Gary if he was interested and of course he anxiously accept the opportunity. You sit next to Gary who is already seated on the sofa and I in the chair next to you. You seem a bit awkward about how to start. So you announce that you think the best way to start is for you to just dive in. We all just sort of laugh and you slide off the sofa to your knees and crawl over between Gary’s legs. You reach out and start to undo his trousers. I’m surprised to find that I’m becoming aroused with the thought of you about to go down on another man. You unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and slowly lower his zipper. I can see you smile as you realize what kind of prize lies under his shorts, and that it’s fully erect with the expectation of what’s about to happen. 

You ask Gary to raise his hips while you help him out of his pants completely. He graciously does exactly as he is asked. You wiggle his pants down past his knees, and then reach for the band of shorts and begin to lower them. His cock gets stuck on the front of his shorts so you lean down and bite the shorts with your teeth and pull them past his engorged cock. I can see your amazement as you realize the truth about what Gary carries around. You help him shuck his shoes, pants and shorts, and he pulls his shirt over his head. So now he’s seated before you his cock is hard, and very ready. You lower your face to his crotch and lick the under side of his shaft. Up and down the entire length of his hard cock. I’ve taken my cock out and am stroking it with my hand as I’m becoming very aroused to watch you eat his cock. You lift his cock and take it in your mouth and I’m watching his slippery pole go in and out of your luscious lips. Gary is definitely enjoying this and you continue to feast on his prick. After several minutes, you just simply stop and say lets take this into the bedroom.

As you rise and begin to walk into the bedroom you are peeling off your clothes with every stride. By the time you are to the bedroom, you are completely naked. Once inside you quickly light a couple of candles to provide us with some atmosphere and turn off the room lights. You tell Gary to lie on the bed, which he does immediately. He is laying in the middle of the bed, his cock still very hard and you take him in your mouth once more to make sure his cock is as hard as it can be. I can see in the candle light how aroused you are as your bent over sucking on his cock. Your lips are parted and glistening with your love juices. You move forward on his body until your little kitty is perched just above his hard cock. You use your hand to help it find the warmth inside your pot of dreams. You sit back on it taking more with each movement, trying to get as much as you can. It’s not long before you are grinding back and forth and up and down on his love tool. I sit down on the bed, my cock still in my hand, and begin to caress your back and shoulders. You lean forward lowering your ample breasts to Gary’s mouth and he alternately sucks on your nipples until they hard like pencil erasers. 

I lower my hands down your back side and start to massage the beautiful round globes of your ass as I’m watching his cock fuck your pussy. I know what you like so I allow my fingers to wander down the crack of your tasty ass. You are so wet that the juices are all over your cheeks and thighs. I smear the juices on my fingers and rub it around your tight little ass hole. His cock is very hard I’m surprised he hasn’t come yet. I press my slippery finger against your bung and it finds little resistance as it begins to slip inside. What a weird feeling. I’ve felt my cock fucking your pussy when I have fingered your ass, but now I’m feeling another man’s cock fucking you as I insert my finger inside you. You start to buck and I know you are going to come so I push another finger inside and push them deep. Within seconds you are gasping for air and grinding on his cock and my fingers like there is no tomorrow.  Your juices flow freely as you come in waves.

Gary says he is about to come also, but you tell him to hold just a second longer. You want him on top of you when he dumps his load inside of you. You roll off of him and lay on your back with your toes pointed toward the ceiling and ask him to fill you up. He hurriedly climbs aboard and begins to thrust his cock deep and fast into your juicy pussy. You ask for me to come to you so you can suck on my cock, which I am very glad to offer your hungry mouth. He’s pounding his cock into your pussy with a fury; I know he won’t last much longer. You can hardly concentrate on my swollen cock as he’s slamming into you. Then he lets out a series of grunts and bucks like a wild stallion as he deposits his warm cum deep inside you. As he finish his last squirts he rolls off and to the side of you and lays there almost motionless as he tries to regain his breath.

I ask you if I can have my turn now, and you reply that I can have my turn only when I have done what you want me to do. I look at you and ask what it is you want me to do. First you say I need to clean you up. I begin to rise from the bed when you stop me by asking where am I going. I said I was going to get a warm washcloth to wash you up. You say I won’t need a washcloth, and that everything I need to clean you I already have. I’m confused. How do you want me to clean you? You tell me that you want me to use my mouth, and my expert tongue to clean your body of Gary’s cum. Are you serious?  You answer that if I want anything I had better do exactly as you ask. I’m still kneeling by your head so I just lean down toward your crotch, and start to lick around your belly and the top of your soft pubic hair. I can see in the candlelight some of his cum seeping out of your pussy. You say that if I want anything I had better clean you up good. I start to lick your clit and you squirm a little. Then it happens, I actually taste some of his cum. It’s not too bad so I continue on like I was told. I’m working my tongue in and out of your juicy hole, sucking as much of his cum out as I can. You’ve gone back to nursing on my swollen cock. 

Every now and then you stop to acknowledge how well I’m doing. I’m glad that I’m pleasing you. You work my cock until I’m just about to cum, but not enough to carry me over the edge. Several minutes go by and you say that I have probably done a good enough job. I ask if I can have mine now, and you say not just yet. There’s something else I want for you to do. What do I have to do now? You are to take Gary’s cock in your mouth and suck on it until it’s hard again. You can’t be serious. You say you had spoken to Gary about this earlier and that he was excited about it. Once again you say that if I want mine I must do as you tell me. I looked at Gary and he’s just lying there next to you smiling. The thought of doing this was a little exciting, but so taboo. I was so horny and wanting some relief, and I just eaten his cum, so I decided that taking his cock in my mouth wasn’t that big a step from what I had done so far. I leaned over and lowered my face to his now limp cock. 

I stuck my tongue out and touched his cock, I immediately recognized a familiar scent as being a mix of his cum and your juices. I licked his cock up and down his shaft and it began to grow. I heard you fumbling through one of the nightstands, and soon realized that some slippery sex lotion was the object of your search. You smeared some on your fingers and worked it around my ass hole as I was bent over you licking his cock. My cock lay before your face, as hard as it has ever been before. You tell me I have to suck on it to get it really hard. I use my lips to raise his growing cock to my mouth. I’m afraid to touch it. Once I have it up I take inside my mouth and begin to bob my head up and down sucking it back to life. Meanwhile you have my ass hole loosening up and you are nibbling on the tip of my cock. Within moments, his cock is rock hard again and I’m moaning with pleasure thinking that you are going to suck me off in your mouth.

Then you say its time for my turn, and tell me to get on top of you and give you all of my hard cock. I raise you legs and wrap them around my back, and let my cock slide easily inside your very wet pussy. You lock your legs around my back, pulling me down and begin to kiss me deeply and passionately. I’m thrusting my cock in and out of you reeling in the ecstasy of this experience, our love and our passion. You break our lip lock and tell Gary to go ahead that I’m ready. My knees are up next to your sides and your legs are holding me tightly. He climbs in behind me and I feel something press against my ass hole. You look at me and tell me to just relax and take it. He presses harder and his cock starts to penetrate my tight ass hole. I gasp from the enormity of his huge cock; I’ve never had anything so large invade my ass. 

After a few long deep thrusts he has used his entire power tool to fill my ass. I’ve never felt anything so awesome. Every time I move I feel more of his cock go inside me, and more of mine go inside you. He starts pounding his cock into my ass with abusive force, and my only choice is to take everything he’s giving me. You’re whispering in my ear that you know I like having his cock stretching my ass. Telling me that I can’t come until he dumps his load into my ass. I am so incredibly excited that I can hardly contain my orgasm. In a muffled voice I ask you to have him cum in my ass, to which you reply, that I should beg him to fill my ass. “Oh my God, Gary, please fill my ass. I can’t take it anymore. I have to cum. Please Gary, dump your hot cum into my tight ass”. Within seconds he was grinding his engorged hot prick into my ass, a flood of warmth began to fill my rectum. He continued to pound his hard cock into my tender ass, it sliding in and out more readily with the use of his cum to lubricate my ass hole. 

The intensity of his orgasm sent me over the top, and my cock exploded in your pussy, dumping a huge load of pent up excitement. You told Gary to keep fucking my ass, because it was really turning me on. His thrusts continued as I dumped more of cum into your pussy.  Completely spent, with Gary’s cum leaking from my abused ass, all I could do was lay there and enjoy the sensations. 

Gary said as he was getting dressed to leave, “thanks for a great dinner, and an even more delicious dessert. I really appreciate you inviting me over, and hope we can get together again next time I am in town. Russ, it was a pleasure meeting you”. I looked at Gary and said, “No, the pleasure was all mine. Thank you for cumming”.



A Friend Electric



So I open the door

It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway

This is a relatively quick short, I have written to show those people who have expressed an interest that I am still writing. At the moment I am struggling with the prequel to Inheritance and this came along. Don't know how far it will go, or even what people will think about it, but here it is.

All the usual disclaimers, all human characters are over 18.

And remember a 'bot is for life not just for Christmas.




Kami pulled her hair back and slipped the plug into the port on the nape of her neck. There's only so much you can do over Wi-Fi, sometimes you need a really high-speed cable connection. Lying back she let her awareness, her 'ghost', dive into the web. 

Freed by the software in the implant at the base of her skull, from the need for a monitor and keyboard, Kami 'saw' the internet as if it was real or as if she was a part of it. In a sense both were true, the eighteen year old was both submerged in the internet and reclining comfortably on her bed at home, but she was also surfing the net with her ghost. It had been an expensive fitting, but freed from hardware Kami's 'ghost' could manipulate the web as if it were solid, she could float through websites as if they were mist, and even mask her presence using a piece of software she been given by an ex-boyfriend. 

Kami kept away from all of her usual haunts, away from the places where her friends would be, hiding her presence 'onlne', and headed in a different 'direction'. She had an asset ID and she was heading for that. This was exciting and she felt a thrill in the forbidden nature of her quest. Her ghost slipped through the bright neon of the web, past pop-up advertisements, past the university domains, and some commercial domains, until she came to the place she was looking for. 

Now she was here and she was sure she had the right address.

A lever sub-routine – the infotech student had written some of the code herself, and password – but she knew what that was (a name and the date of a first birthday) and the door before her opened and she was in.

Her 'eyes' opened.

They weren't her eyes, Kami's eyes, they weren't even human eyes. They were the eyes of a cyber-sex doll, a fembot, or as some people called them – Companion Dolls. Not as sophisticated as a full cyborg, or as expensive, though they weren't cheap. The dolls were loaded with sensors and subroutines designed to give the 'bot's owner and user all the pleasure they wanted. Owners could customise their appearance, make the breasts larger or smaller, choose options for nipples and areolae, they could pick a pussy from a catalogue, even down to the size and shape of the clit. More importantly they could select the subroutines and actions – what the doll would be willing to do, even not be willing to do(for people so inclined). For many customers the dolls were popular because they offered no commitment sex and an absence of emotions (though many owners were strongly attached to their dolls, and related to them in ways they often found it difficult to relate to other humans). 

Kami extended her ghost further into the machine – coming at the doll from inside she did not need the activation code - and tested its limbs, the fingers and torso movement. The doll had a quite a range of movement, as much as a normal human female, but normally the movements were dictated by the owners and their established routines. Rarely were the dolls able to move freely. However Kami was able to experience the feedback loops as the doll stood and took several steps. Kami discovered she could use her ghost to feel what the doll was feeling, even down to the feel of the chair beneath her.

Kami wasn't sure why she wanted to 'dive' the doll. Kami had seen it brought into the house and ushered into her father's suite, and after that she had spent hours looking at it, trying to understand the steel, silicone and software. Kami didn't understand why her father wanted it. He was a handsome man, and was often in the company of beautiful women, why did he need the doll? It piqued her curiosity and she wanted to know more about it. Often when she found something she didn't understand she would poke around it until she understood more. Her friends and her father all laughed about it but it was something she did. It made her what she was. As she explored further Kami could feel a tiny conflict between the sex-doll's software and her ghost – as if the software was resisting her – as her ghost roamed the pathways inside the machine.

The doll's eyes were looking at a very familiar room, Kami knew it well. It was her father's room. Kami wasn't supposed to go in there but she did so regularly. Kami activated the aural sensors, and scanned the head from side to side, up and down. Looking down she saw the doll was dressed in a generic school girl uniform, complete with white socks.

A red symbol appeared in her cyber 'vision', it was a warning that her father had entered the main gate of the house. Quickly Kami retreated from the doll, returning its pose to what it was before she started her exploration. In the time it took her to frame the thought she was looking across her own room, and she was able to remove the cable and get up.

"Hey princess!" Kami's father greeted her warmly, "How was college?"

Kami kissed her dad's cheek, inhaling his scent as she did. "Oh! It was okay! We have some coding projects, think I may have to put some in over-time."

Dan Hendrix smiled, he was proud of his lovely daughter and her ability. He particularly admired her work ethic. "Is there anything I can help with?"

"No thanks daddy. Just don't expect to see a lot of me this weekend."

"Wow! It must be important." He laughed.

"Super high Priority One." Kami told him.

Dan sat down, and looked at her. "Well to be honest I was planning on going away for the weekend, so I wasn't going to be around much myself. Will you be okay being on your own?"

"Let me see." Kami told him thoughtfully, "I might have a problem booking a band, and getting caterers, but it shouldn't be problem to recruit eight hundred raving maniacs to drunkenly trash the place on Saturday night...."

Dan looked at her – reminding himself how much she looked like her mother when she smiled – he shook his head, "the problem is – I know what you're like. You'll probably spend the evening hooked into the net – just don't forget to eat and drink." He said as he moved towards the door to his suite.

"Are you taking the doll?"

Dan stopped, looking at his daughter, wondering whether this was a loaded question.

"Yes, I am." He told her, "It's an owner's event."

Sometimes, Kami reflected, her father was more Japanese than her mother had ever been. He had adapted to Japanese culture when they had lived in Tokyo, and brought it with him now they lived back in Britain. This doll meet thing was – as far as she understood – a typical Japanese male thing. "Have fun." She said simply, and went back to the kitchen to make something for them to eat.

On Saturday morning Kami watched from inside as Dan had the doll walk to his car and then sat her inside, buckling her in the back passenger seat. He kissed Kami goodbye and left her a wad of cash for emergencies, and set off for the hotel where the meet up would take place. Dan was heading around the M25 to a hotel in Surrey. He would be on the road for a good hour and a half.

Kami went upstairs and actually did do some work on her college project. After a couple of hours she inserted the network cable into her implant and began a dive.

Reaching the doll was easier now, instead of having to traverse the web she found the portal for the doll's software waiting for her, the equivalent of a favourite on a desk top system.

Carefully she entered the software, trying not to give her presence away with any unusual signs or anomalous movements. The aural pick-ups on the doll heard her father moving around the hotel room, she could hear him in the bathroom. From where Dan had seated her, the doll's vision picked up Dan's clothing laid out on the bed 

Her father walked out of the bathroom towelling his head dry, otherwise he was naked and kami saw her father's cock, flopping from side to side as he walked. Dan was not a muscleman, but he did keep himself in shape. Kami was impressed, it wasn't the first one she had seen and it compared favourably and she watched him as he dressed. 

Kami had no sexual feelings towards Dan, she was driven purely by curiosity. She was trying to learn about the doll from the inside. It wasn't that she didn't see her father as a sexual man – he was tucking the evidence for that inside his trousers now. And she often saw him with women, so why, she asked herself again did he dedicate himself to this doll.

She was extracting herself from the drive, in the process of dropping out and going back to her room when Dan looked down at the doll and said, "Come on Kami, ready to go?"

Looking up at the ceiling of her room Kami was stunned.

He'd called it by her name.

She reached for her water bottle, and took a drink as she thought about what it might mean. Was she annoyed because he'd called the doll after her? She wasn't sure. 

Why call it after her? 

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He couldn't.. 

He didn't.. 

Would he? 

Could he? 

Kami dove again.

The scene had changed – the optical pick-ups scanned the room in front of it – she refused to call it a she or by her name. It was obviously a function room and it was scattered with exotically dressed fembots, all dressed in an eclectic assortment of costumes, there were school girls – several of them ranging from classical to slutty. There were a couple in leather or rubber, one in a kimono. One, she saw briefly, was 'naked', but not human naked. This doll was exactly as she emerged from the factory, with the synthetic skin normally preferred on a doll like this replaced by the sleek panels normally beneath the skin. Kami caught a glimpse of the dark outlines of the panels before her father's doll followed him onwards. The men she saw were, an assortment of types and sizes were in formal clothes.

But finally the doll stopped as her father gestured it should stand next to his chair, and turn around. As the doll turned around Kami realised she was looking at herself/it in a mirror. And what she saw stunned her. The doll did not look like her, though it had black hair like hers. But it was wearing clothes exactly like hers – a t-shirt featuring Klock, a rock band she had been a fan of for years. The skirt that the doll wore was similar to one she owned, black knee length socks and the sneakers were a brand that she wore as well. For a moment Kami was tempted to stop the dive and go and check her cupboards, but she wasn't going to miss any of this.

And a boring hour later Kami was wondering whether she should have stopped the dive there and then. 

Her father had the doll sit down and even placed a glass of something in front of it – and that was it. A series of men came and admired 'her' – discussing the sex doll in a generally dispassionate way, though one or two of them got a bit 'trembly' when they came very close. Kami wondered if this was how a car felt at a car show. At one point her father went off for a walk round so he could look at some of the other dolls. During his absence one of the men who had been there earlier came back, quite furtively. It was very disconcerting to Kami when he leaned in and examined her minutely. The eyes of the doll picked up every little detail of the man's face – especially the myriad of blocked pores. Kami wanted to back away from his probing gaze, but she resisted.

Soon the man moved away, muttering and not long afterwards she saw him leave with his doll – the one dressed in a kimono following on behind him.

Her father returned soon after his departure. With him was another man, as tall as her father, but not as good looking as far as she could see. As the man sat down with his doll, Kami saw that it was the one with no synthetic skin. The panels were a smooth biscuit coloured plastic with black lines where the panels met and the joints flexed. Only one part of the doll looked human and that was the face. Still the pale biscuit colour of the other panels, the dolls face was heavily made up with thin, dark plum-coloured lips. The doll's eyes had been outlined with an airbrushed black, showing her pale grey eyes. Lastly a silver wig streaked with slivers of blue covered the dolls head. It was a startling look, and Kami was surprised by how well it worked.

The two men talked about the dolls for a while, mundane things like names – the android looking doll was Pris. Kami thought it was from a film, but she was too busy to call up a new window to google it. The other man – Dave – liked the name Kami, he said it suited the doll. They talked about maintenance and power consumption, even comparing the model and mark details. After both men had had a couple of drinks together they parted and Kami's father went back to his room. 

By now Kami was very, very bored. She wasn't sure what she had expected – her wildest thoughts had been some sort of cyber doll sex orgy, but this was almost as bad as stamp collecting. A timer in her cyber world told her she'd been diving for over three hours, time for a pit stop.

As Kami was leaving the bathroom her phone rang - called ID told her it was her dad, checking up.

"Oh yeah, it's good Dad. There's less than 50 of them, but Jessie's older brother got us beer and people are getting ready to jump into the pool from my bedroom window."

Her father laughed, "Just remind them we don't have a pool Kam."

Kami put her over the phone for a moment then went back to her father, "It's okay, dad, Robbie Walsh just found that out." Without a pause she went on, "How's your thing Dad? Seen any other good dolls."

Her father laughed at the other end of the phone, "Oh I've seen a couple, but's it's actually not that exciting."

"So we're probably going to end up playng spin the bottle, at least when the paramedics are finished with Robbie, what're you doing?"

"Dinner and a few drinks I think," her father told her, still laughing.

"Okay! Well, behave, I love you," his daughter told him, starting to close the call down. She heard her father say "Love you too!" as she shouted "OI! NO!" at an imaginary party goer.

In the quiet house Kami took a juice from the fridge and a banana. Lounging in her leggings and t-shirt, she flipped through the tv channels before she activated her implant and googled the name Pris.

A 'replicant' from an old film, she could see how the man had come by the name even if the doll didn't look entirely accurate.

Flipping back to her living room Kami thought about it. She could see the logic of it. The man had obviously called his fembot doll after the character from the film because he was attracted to Pris in the film, Kami could see that. Beside the obvious, created, resemblance to herself, what was it her father saw in his doll? What was it he needed from it?

Kami called up the film and watched it for a while, but she couldn't settle to the dark style and constant rain. She went to her room and dove again.

As she entered the doll, Kami's ghost senses were immediately assaulted. Through the doll's eyes she could see her father looming over her, supporting himself on his arms and moving against her. Oh! She realised her dad was fucking the doll! Well that explained a lot.

She could feel his hardness moving inside it, feel the doll's arms around him, sense the movement of its legs around his waist. Kami wasn't a virgin, and hadn't been for a couple of years, so she understood well what was going on and despite the fact it was her father, her curiosity over-rode any sense that what she was doing was inappropriate and she herself was beginning to feel more than a little turned on. Even so, and despite the fact that her senses and the dolls sensors were linked, Kami also felt a curious sense of detachment. 

The vocal circuits for the doll kept making "oooh!", "aaaah!" and sqeaky "myeah!" sounds, which Kani thought were quite disappointing, certainly, she mused, if it was her doll, she would want more. But her father seemed to be enjoying it certainly he was working hard at coming and mauling the realistic flesh of the bots tits and hips. The harder he fucked the more the software reacted, and the doll responded.

Kami felt the arms and legs move as they wrapped themselves around her father's broad shoulders and lean hips. Its feet crossed behind him and pulled him in to it. The sensors felt each thrust and responded within micro seconds giving a very good – or so Kami though – simulation of matching her father's rhythm. One dispassionate part of her mind admired what the designers had done. Without a very expensive AI they had managed make the fembot's responses look as if they were being run by a much more expensive 'brain'. It was actually, she thought, quite clever. They even threw in the odd mis-timed thrust to give it a more natural feel.

She watched her father – he really was very handsome and she could see what her mother had seen in him all those years ago. Kami watched him for a few minutes, saw him working at his relief. Saw him tense and felt the doll hold him close, the feedback loop making sure it didn't injure him, a he shot deep inside the 'bot. Fleetingly she wondered who would clean the mess up, but she decided it was time to go.

Back in her room Kami took a long drink of juice before heading for a shower. 

She couldn't deny what she had seen had made her horny. 

She could feel the 'itch' and she reached down inside her sweats and stroked herself. It was delicious, if a little strange. At first, as her finger slip ed between her outer lips she could feel her clit grow, even as the image of her father's thrusting body loomed over her mind's eye. If she wanted to Kami could have replayed it in her ghost, but at times like these she preferred to keep it 'natural'.

She slipped her sweats off to free her legs and teased her clitoris – growing sick with her juices, before she reached for her night stand, and the small silver vibrator she kept there.

Clicking it on she played the tip across her clit, and down around her lips. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned loudly writhing luxuriously at the feeling. Kami slid her hand up under her tank top, pushing the sports bra out of the way and teasing her right nipple. 

"Oh!" She gasped aloud, the orgasm was small but intense, and still images of her father fucking away at the doll flitted through her mind.

"Yes!" She began penetrating herself with the vibrator, slipping it in and out rapidly with her right hand and she twisted her hips on the bed and she slipped her left hand back to her clit. Working for the big orgasm she knew was lurking, Kami worked with an intense look of concentration on her face. Each effort was made with a puffing hiss of expelled breath, like a tennis player or similar. 

Soon she could feel the orgasm coming, she started to reach for it timing the bursts of activity to draw out, coaxing it, working for it, teasing it from deep in her hips. Interspersed with each surge of activity there was an image of her father looming over her, thrusting into her, fucking her.

"OOOHHH!" it was as much a yelp as it was anything else as the orgasm grabbed her and shook her. Kami shuddered each time the pulsing cums hit her, and she sank into the sheets of her bed, still twitching.

At last she lay still, the after-glow of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had fading slowly. Kami knew that eventually she would need to get up and get a shower, but for now, she decided she would just stay right there. She smiled to herself at the thought that her father had helped her to such a powerful cum.




A Friend Electric



In her implant a quiet, otherwise inaudible 'ping' sounded. Looking inwards Kami read the SMS from her father.

++ goodnight princess – love you – dad ++

Quickly she sent back ++ luv u 2 – much ++

Just a few more minutes, she thought, then I'll get a shower.

In her implant a quiet, otherwise inaudible 'ping' sounded. Looking inwards Kami read the SMS from her father.

++ goodnight princess – love you – dad ++

Quickly she sent back ++ luv u 2 – much ++

Just a few more minutes, she thought, then I''ll get a shower.



A Friend Explored Her



My wife Malavika was a typical Indian wife who remained a virgin until after marriage. But I did learn later from someone that she may have had close physical contact with a couple of guys who were friends at college. As it became a habit for us to fantasise during erotic moments I had no problems in asking her directly if these rumors were true. During sex we regularly discussed my wife having sex with a stranger in all its detail and this usually leads both of us to our climax. 

So when I put this question to her she told me that the sexual encounters were true but the various details were different. I begged her to describe the story and promised that I will not mind it. In fact she realized that I was very stimulated already. These 2 events happened when Malavika was 19 years old. The first one was during a college festival day when she was backstage helping some friends to rehearse for their drama on stage. During that time she got an urge to urinate but had a 3 minute walk to the loo which was in the adjacent building. Being late in the evening she asked a guy called Raju if he could just spare a few minutes and accompany her to the next building and back. 

He promptly agreed but she was disappointed to find the toilets in use. Being in a desperate situation she asked the guy for a suggestion. Raju told her bluntly that if she cannot hold on any longer the only option will be to piss at the rear side of the building at the corner. Malavika was shocked to do things which were sometimes done by males. Having no choice she asked Raju to take her to that secluded area but requested him to keep a watchout when she is doing the act. As Malavika was wearing a Salwar suit all she had to do was to undo her bottoms and pull it down along with her panty and then squat on the ground to urinate. Raju stood at a distance and kept guard(apparently). Malavika had to urgently pull her salwar bottoms and her panty down before sitting and letting go. 

he still remembers how pleasant it felt to empty her bladder even though the place was not appropriate. Soon after finishing the job she turned to look for Raju and was shocked to see him less than couple of meters away. Then before she said anything he mumbled something like " Malavika I am really horny after seeing your panty & buttocks. I could also smell your urine from where I was standing and now the wet ground is making me mad". Malavika recalled that although she was stunned by these comments she involuntarily started to feel horny and her breasts had become heavy with her nipples becoming erect also. She thinks she also became very moist between her thighs. Not knowing what to do Malavika leaned against the wall and asked him if he really meant what he said. 

Raju in a an impulse unzipped his pants and pulled his erect cock out and told her this is how he felt and went very close to her. Having no immediate response from her Raju held her hand and pushed his cock into it. Although quite shocked and shaky Malavika started to cooperate and had started to rub his hard and huge cock. She was just thinking about kneeling down to get a closer look when he lost his tempo and ejaculated vigorously, some of it on Malavika's hand. She put her hand to her nose to sniff it before licking a bit of it. Raju slumped to the ground feeling tired. Now being very aroused Malavika had no option but to sit beside him and to touch herself. Raju helped by getting his hands under her salwar to feel her breasts. She helped him remove the bra and felt him massage both her breasts rhythmically. He gave attention to her erect nipples and before long was sucking on her nipples. By then by Malavika's recollection, they both were making a lot of moans and hisses. 

Before long he recovered his composure and asked he if he could have a look at her panty and buttocks again. Malavika kneeled on the ground on all fours and asked Raju to help himself. He pulled her kameez down first and went on to look at her panty and butt. He put his face against her bum and started to feel and sniff at her backside. He was already telling her how strong and nice she was smelling there. Very soon she felt his fingers gently drag her panty down. Malavika was so wet that her panty was very stuck to her bushy bottom before being peeled of. She recalls Raju lamenting about not getting a good look at her bum cleft and her bushy genitals because of the darkness of the night. But he got a good smell and taste of it to compensate that. He had made her to hold her bum cheeks apart while he dipped his nose and tongue on her anus first. After licking and sucking her back hole for sometime he made her stay on all fours and asked her to spread her thighs well. 

He first run his fingers into her bushy cunt and gave her labia and clit a good rubbing before putting his nose and tongue there. Again Malavika had to use one hand to separate her bush so that he could lick the flesh of her cunt. She was already oozing a lot of fluid from her vagina and Raju was licking it with a lot of wet noises. She told me that she climaxed in less that 2 minutes because of so much stimulation, but Raju and continued to lick her labia and suck her clitoris and ended up giving her a continuous orgasm. Then without a warning he placed his cock tip between her buttocks and tried to insert it into her. Malavika refused to let him do that. He did not force her, surprisingly. 

She again had another small encounter with Raju and only let him touch her but refused to let him fuck her. The poor guy was so desperate he had asked her if he could at least fuck her bum hole which again Malavika refused. 

This incident is regularly on the menu during our fantasy sessions in the bed and Malavika confesses that she could have let the poor guy fuck her once. In fact she yearns for it now. More to come about our exciting times so far...



A Friend Fantasy



Mike is friend of mine we're about the same age and build. We both like to do most of the same things. We work out at the gym together. We go hiking together. We're both married and are wives are friends. We go over their house for dinner. They come over to our house for dinner. So when Mike had a job to do over in Kona and needed some help, it was no surprise that he asked me.

Since Kona is so far away I caught a ride with Mike. We left Volcano early in the morning and got to the job sight around three hours later. The job was a simple one of installing rain gutters. The day was a hot one and turned out to be a long one, so we decided to share a room at a cheap hotel rather than driving the three hours back home.

We bought a six pack of beer and a pizza for dinner and eat it in our room. We were both exhausted and dirty so after the beers were gone it was showers and sleep. Mike was going first then it was my turn. I sat down on my bed and began to take my shoes off. Mike did the same at his bed. Then to my surprise Mike started to strip down right there next to his bed. He lingered there folding his cloth and I caught him glancing over to me, to see if I was looking. We both have similar bodies, both slim and trim and fair muscle tone, the main difference is Mike has some hair on his chest and doesn't trim his pubes, while my chest is smooth and I am trimmed. Our eyes met a couple of times. He smiled and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

I waited and in a while the water stopped and Mike stepped out drying himself off and making sure that he was completely exposed. Now it was my turn. I stripped off my shirt and then my pants, I don't wear underwear. I kept an eye out to see if Mike was checking me out. He was. Naked, I strolled past him and into the bathroom not closing the door either. While I'm taking my shower I notice Mike walking in, still naked and proceeds to pee in the toilet. The shower curtain is some what translucent but I can see him and he can see me. I start washing my cock and balls and sure enough, he glances over to me. So I keep washing and he keeps looking and my dick starts to get hard. He keeps looking but I get nervous and turn away. So he flushes and leaves. But now I have a huge hardon. I don't know what to do; I can't stay in the shower forever, so I decide to get out. "If he wants to look at my hardon, let him look." I thought to myself.

I step out of the bathroom, still drying off and find Mike lying on his bed with his towel on his lap. I walk past him to my bed hiding my still hard cock. Then I think "what the hell..." and I just drop the towel and climb into bed. "Good night" I say as I turn out my light. Mike smiles and gets into his bed, letting me see that he has a bit of a hardon himself. He turns off his light and the room is flooded with moonlight.

I toss and turn but can't get to sleep. I end up lying face down with my head facing Mike's bed. In the dim light I can see Mike, lying faces up with his hand on his crotch. He turns his head towards me "Dave, you asleep?" he asks. 

"Yeah" I mumble back. 

"That's what I thought." He retorts. All is still and quiet for a moment then Mike pulls down his covers, revealing that he's been stroking his hard dick. He looks over to me. Then slowly he gets out of bed and walks over to me, with his hard cock leading the way. He gently pulls my sheet down exposing my naked body. He sits down next to me and softly rubs his hands along the top of my back then moves them down till he reaches my butt. He then lightly massages my buns, it feels good, and I involuntarily spread my legs and trust my butt into the air. With one hand he runs his finger down my crack till he finds my asshole then softly rubs it.

I can't take it any more so I roll over onto my back, revealing my massive hardon. Mike climbs on the bed and straddles my legs, letting our hard dicks touch each other. He leans over and caresses each of my hairless nipples. I let out a small groan as I raise my arms over my head and arch my back. He holds my arms to the pillow as he licks my chest working his way to my trimmed armpits. He bites the short hairs and moves up to my neck and then to my ear which he explores with his tongue. I let out another moan and he moves in till we're eye to eye. We look at each other, I part my lips slightly and he caresses them with his. I open my mouth a bit and his tongue rushes in. Our tongues explore each others mouths as I arch my back and my cock pounds. We pull apart and Mike moves down kissing my nipples again, then my navel. He nibbles on my happy trail till he finds my trimmed pubic mound his tongue laps at my stiff cock, which is throbbing so hard I feel it's going to burst. A trickle of pre-cum seeps out and he licks it right up. He glances at me then his mouth engulfs my cock. He moves his head up and down with his lips wrapped around my shaft. At the same time his fingers explore my ass and balls. He pulls back and watches as my cock twitches as more pre-cum oozes out. Mike then grabs my cock in his hand and gently but firmly stokes it. I can feel myself about to explode. I can't take it any more and mutter "I'm Cumming!" Mike smiles as he watches my hot jizz shoot out. I shoot and I shoot he gently strokes my shaft until it my hot jizz splatters on my face and chest and the rest ooze down my cock. Mike squeezes gently till the last drop of cum streams out.

The next day we drove home not speaking a word.

I don't yet have a friend like that. Do you want be friends?



A Friend for Gabrielle



Gabrielle Winthrop had not wanted to go to boarding school. Especially not to Burning Bush, which she had heard such terrible things about from her few friends. It was a strict Christian fundamentalist institution, all-girl’s, located far out in the middle of nearly deserted farmland in northern California . It made her angry that her body was the real reason she was going. Over the past year, she had experienced a startling transformation: her breasts had grown two full cup sizes and her hips had widened to complete her new hourglass curves. Baggy skirts could cover up her womanly haunches well enough, and she cut the elastic on her panties so that they would not cut too deeply into the soft flesh of her thighs and behind. But her chest was a different matter.

Knowing how her parents disapproved of wantonness, as they called it, Gabrielle had tried to squash her new breasts into her old bra. It had worked for a while. At school during lunch, she would lock herself into a bathroom stall and unclasp the bra to massage her sore breasts. As she slowly squeezed and kneaded the pain away, she would lean back onto the cold porcelain tank and close her eyes. She had never before allowed herself to touch her body, but this was the only way she could get through the day. Inevitably, the bell would ring, startling her. She would quickly force her unhappy breasts back into the tight white bra, button up her shirt, and hurry to class. 

But it had become too painful and Gabrielle had finally bought new bras and underwear the next time she went shopping with her mother. She was never allowed outside the house unaccompanied by her mother or father. And she liked that, in a way. It kept her from the temptation to stare at sexy movie posters, or buy a cigarette to try secretly smoking, which she knew the popular girls in school did. But her mother had immediately noticed the change in Gabrielle’s form, and that night had had a private talk with Mr. Winthrop. 

The next morning, after prayers at breakfast, her mother looked directly at her. “Your father and I have decided you need a change of scenery,” she said simply. Gabrielle was going to Burning Bush.

Gabrielle, in her meek way, had tried to argue. She was already going to a fundamentalist college after high school; that, also, had been decided by her parents. And Gabrielle had accepted it, as she accepted almost everything they planned for her. But Burning Bush? She would have to leave her old school, where her friends were. True, she didn’t have many. In fact, her 2 or 3 “friends” were only acquaintances, to tell the honest truth. 

Girls seemed to resent Gabrielle for some reason. Maybe it was how, despite her severely cut hair and drab school uniform, her pre-Raphaelite beauty turned all the boy’s heads. Even the staff weren’t immune; her art teacher, old Mr. Cummings, had tried to get her to sit as a face model for the class last semester. She had refused, of course, being far too shy; and besides, it would have been the sin of Vanity. Mr. Cummings had shook his head and said it was a pity, since Gabrielle bore a striking resemblance to Ava Gardner. Gabrielle didn’t know who that was, but she didn’t try to find out. What purpose would it have served?

And so here she was, dragging her heavy suitcase up the steep, dusty dirt road that led from the bus to the bleak campus of Burning Bush. The bus driver had pointed her dorm out to her. Girls on either side passed her, jogging and chatting. Gabrielle tried not to get angry, angry at the hot sun, angry at the heavy suitcase loaded with religious books her parents had made her promise to read, angry that the only reason that she was here was because she had FILLED OUT and her mom didn’t want boys trying to talk to her or call her or even look at her when the two of them were in the mall. Her mother had GIVEN HER this body! Her mother was 38DD-26-38! And she expected her daughter to be a stick?

Gabrielle quickly repressed these angry thoughts with a practiced effort and lugged the heavy suitcase the last few yards to the concrete steps leading up to the dorm building. Pausing, she said on her luggage, fanning her face. Sweat had soaked through her white blouse, making it cling to her new bra. The rubbing fabric had hardened her nipples, but she was too exhausted to notice. Finally, she felt someone staring.

Looking up, she saw a girl leaning on the upper railing, looking down at her with a funny expression. The girl was not pretty. She had acne, with tiny pockmarks in her cheeks. Her hair was short, as short as the school would allow, probably, and dirty brown. Her thin torso was correct for her small bust, but, as if God had decided to play a malicious joke, her butt and thighs flared out with muscle. The girl’s hard black eyes studied Gabrielle for another moment. Then she turned abruptly and walked into the building. Gabrielle thought it a bit rude, but perhaps the girl was busy.

Gabrielle finally gripped her bag and hauled it up the stairs. Her new House Mother, a small mousy woman, didn’t even look up: she just muttered a room number. Of course, the room was on the top floor, with no elevator. Reaching the threshold, Gabrielle paused to catch her breath, rubbing her aching arms. She was tired, and felt miserable. After a moment, she opened the door.

Inside, at a desk reading, was the girl Gabrielle had seen earlier. “Oh, hi,” the girl said, looking up from her book. “You must be my roommate.”

“Didn’t I see you outside?” Gabrielle asked. She wasn’t sure if she liked her. 

“Yeah, maybe. I saw a lot of people today.” The girl rose, and walked over. “I’m Mary.” She offered her hand with a smile, and Gabrielle took it. 

“Gabrielle.”

“‘Gabrielle?’ That’s a little formal, isn’t it? Do your friends call you Gabby?”

“I guess,” Gabrielle said. She didn’t really have any friends.

“O.K., Gabby,” Mary said, smiling again. “Looks like you could use a hand with that suitcase!”

After they had hauled it inside, Mary told her a bit about their situation. They were seniors, so they got to be in a double room. Unlike the younger girls, who were placed eight or ten to a room. Gabrielle thought she herself might have preferred that, actually, since she would have got to know more people, but of course didn’t say so. 

“And,” Mary said, grinning, “I’m House Captain. That means I’m head girl, I make all the house assignments. So don’t worry, I’ll give you a cushy job.”

“Oh no,” Gabrielle said, slightly startled. “I don’t want preferential treatment.”

“Suit yourself,” Mary shrugged. They talked. Mary was also from a very strict fundamentalist family. She had been at boarding schools nearly all her life. A bell rang. “Dinner!” Mary smiled. Gabrielle followed her to the dining room.

Over the next couple of days, in her new school uniform, Gabrielle tried to fit in. She made friends with a girl named Lisa, who was blonde and beautiful and dotted all her i’s with hearts. Lisa confided that she had a cell phone hidden in her room, which she used to call her secret boyfriend back home. It was against the rules, Lisa admitted, but as long as the staff didn’t find out she’d be fine.

Gabrielle even took a liking to her roommate Mary, whom she decided wasn’t so bad, even if all the other girls in the house seemed to detest her. Mary was authoritarian, and would bully girls mercilessly if they dared to argue or resist her commands. But, Gabrielle had to admit, Mary’s control over the house was absolute; even the House Mother seemed intimidated by Mary, and would do whatever she said. 

Mary assigned Gabrielle the job of bathroom monitor. This meant having to make sure the bathrooms were always free of clutter and kept tidy. She didn’t have to actually scrub them--there was a janitor for that--but if girls forgot and left any makeup or lipstick there, Gabrielle would confiscate it. She didn’t like doing it, but that was the rule--no makeup at Burning Bush. The girls resented her for it. Mary agreed it was a lousy job, but after all, Gabrielle had asked for no preferential treatment. Gabrielle said it was fine. 

Mary would use the makeup, herself. Gabrielle didn’t think this was right, but she didn’t say anything. Their room had a mirror and basin, a privilege of the House Captain. Their door also had a lock, the only door in the house that did. Mary always locked it after dark. Gabrielle would watch as Mary, in her bra, panties stretched tight over the expanse of her strong, heart-shaped behind, would make herself up in front of the mirror at night. Mary would apply foundation, blush, eyeliner, and lipstick. Gabrielle watched, fascinated. So this is what regular girls did?

“Want to try?” Mary asked, suddenly turning and holding out the lipstick with a sly grin. Gabrielle smiled and shook her head. Mary looked almost pretty with her bad skin camouflaged.

Over the next few weeks, something odd happened. Lisa stopped talking to her, cutting her cold when Gabrielle approached. Her classmates would whisper by themselves, stopping whenever Gabrielle came into view. Waiting in the halls between classes one day, she heard voices around the corner:

“Yeah, she just pretends to be your friend...” It was Lisa’s voice. Gabrielle knew eavesdropping was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. “If you tell her any secrets, she goes right away to the teachers, the sneak.” Lisa said SNEAK like it was an obscene word. Gabrielle tried not to cry. “So anyway, watch out. I’m glad I got tipped off...”

The bell rang, and, her heart in her mouth, Gabrielle went in to bible study. How could she explain? What had happened? She hadn’t done anything wrong. It was all lies. After class, Gabrielle tried to approach Lisa, but Lisa’s stares of daggers made her turn around.

“Someone has been talking about me behind my back,” Gabrielle said after lights-out that night.

“Oh?” Mary set aside the teen magazine she had been reading. No one was allowed to have a light on in their room after lights-out. Except Mary, of course.

“You remember Lisa, the girl I told you all about? The nice one?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Mary stretched on her side, propping her head on her hand. “With the boyfriend, right? Isn’t she lucky.”

“I overheard her today. She was saying I snitch on people, that I’m a sneak! Somebody is spreading all kinds of...” Gabrielle trailed off, close to tears.

“Why would they do that?” Mary rose off her bed. She sat gently by Gabrielle’s side, rubbing her shoulders.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything to anybody. I’ve tried so hard to fit in...” Choking back a sob, she pressed her face into her pillow, allowing Mary to rub her shoulders. It felt good.

“Oh, honey,” Mary said, sighing. “People in this world are just evil. You can’t trust anybody. I mean it.”

“Really?” Gabrielle turned and looked up into Mary’s pockmarked face. Mary’s eyes, usually so hard, were warm and soft. 

“Really. Except me, of course. I’ll be your only true friend here, no matter what.” Mary gently brushed a tear from Gabrielle’s cheek. “I promise.” Suddenly, Mary gave her a quick peck on the lips. Then, as if nothing had happened, she rose and went back to her bed, turning off the light. It took a while for Gabrielle to get to sleep, but she finally did.

The days went by, and Gabrielle grew accustomed to having no one to talk to at school except Mary. It actually helped her grades; she was a straight-A student.

“You see?” her mother said to her over the phone. “Going there was the right thing for you, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And every night, without explanation, Mary would give Gabrielle a peck on the lips before bed. At first, Gabrielle felt a little weirded out by it; but she grew accustomed to it, then comfortable. After a few weeks, she actually looked forward to it every day. Lying under the covers, she would smile and raise her face to meet Mary’s kiss. Gabrielle felt loved, perhaps for the first time in her life, and in her daily prayers she always gave thanks for such a good friend.

Winter came, and the old dorm house shivered with the screeching winds. 

“We need to start sleeping together,” Mary said nonchalantly one night as she removed makeup in front of the mirror.

“What? Why?” Gabrielle asked, startled.

“Because it’s winter, of course. It’s cold.”

“But we have plenty of heat...” Gabrielle glanced at the old iron radiator in the corner.

“It gets cold late at night. I’ve always slept with someone in winter.” She stared at Gabrielle. “Or maybe you just don’t want me next to you.”

“No, no,” Gabrielle said quickly. 

So after they had brushed and turned out the light, Mary climbed into Gabrielle’s bed. Gabrielle faced the wall, trying not to seem tense. It felt strange. 

“Hey.” Mary gently shook her shoulder.

“Huh?” Gabrielle turned around. 

Mary playfully gave her her goodnight peck. “You forgot.”

Gabrielle giggled. “Good night.” She turned back to the wall, and went to sleep.

As the nights passed, Gabrielle grew to love the feel of Mary spooning against her back, holding and being held. She would sometimes stay awake just to enjoy the press of Mary’s small soft breasts into her shoulder blades, pushing and withdrawing with every sleeping breath Mary took. Gabrielle dreaded going home for Christmas break.

On the last night of the semester, Mary pulled a bottle of wine from a paper bag. “Time to celebrate!” she grinned, pouring the wine into two paper cups.

“Celebrate what?”

“Getting out, that’s what. Tomorrow we’re going home for the holidays.”

“I’d rather stay here,” Gabrielle said without thinking. Mary cocked her head, smiling. Gabrielle blushed and looked down.

“Okay, bottoms up,” Mary said briskly, handing her a cup.

“Wine? I can’t drink wine!”

“Hmmm. I seem to remember that Jesus did.” Mary made a face. “But perhaps you’re higher and mightier.” 

Gabrielle couldn’t argue, of course, and she imitated Mary’s sip. “It’s nice,” she said.

It was lights-out in no time. They got into bed, facing each other under the covers and drinking the wine. Mary started talking about sex. 

“Oooh,” Gabrielle said, reddening.

“What? Does that bother you?”

“Well...”

“C’mon, you can tell me! Haven’t you ever touched yourself?”

As she finished the wine, Gabrielle slowly told the story of massaging her breasts because of the small bra.

“And... that’s it? Nothing else?” Mary asked, amazed. Her eyes were wide. She brushed a strand of Gabrielle’s hair from her face.

“That’s it. I felt so guilty.” Gabrielle felt a flush spread down her cheeks, past her jawline, and down her neck to the cleavage between her breasts. Mary stared at the reddening skin that disappeared under Gabrielle’s plain pajama top.

“That’s nothing to feel guilty about, I’m sure.” Mary propped herself up with an elbow. “Show me. I’ll tell you.”

Gabrielle was amazed at how easily she obeyed, unbuttoning her p.j.’s. Was it the wine? Reaching awkwardly behind, she unclasped her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders. Her white breasts spilled out, firm yet soft. Mary stared. Gabrielle slowly began massaging them, watching Mary’s face. Mary’s breathing became labored, but she did not move. Minutes ticked by as Gabrielle massaged her breasts for her friend in the dappled moonlight. 

“I don’t think that’s so bad,” Mary finally said. “You poor thing. Poor, poor...”

Mary’s face slowly came down toward Gabrielle’s chest. Gabrielle, at the last possible moment, moved her hand so that Mary could kiss her breast. Mary kissed it slowly, licking playfully with the tip of her tongue, circling the beautiful pink aureole. 

Gabrielle closed her eyes as her friend placed her mouth over the nipple, sucking so gently that Gabrielle gasped. Mary’s hand massaged the other breast with slow, tender kneading. Without thinking, Gabrielle cupped her friend’s head and pulled it tighter.

“Mary...” Gabrielle whispered.

“Shhhh,” Mary said. “I need you now.”

“I need you, too,” Gabrielle husked, her voice cracking.

Mary sat up, and with a fluid movement removed her bra. The two girls stared at each other for a moment with new understanding. Mary gently lifted her friend’s foot, and placed herself between Gabrielle’s legs.

Gabrielle opened her arms to Mary and the two began to kiss, slowly at first, light pecks, as if what they were doing was nothing more than the kisses of their past ritual. But the kisses grew longer, and Mary flicked her tongue playfully at Gabrielle’s lips. Gabrielle opened her eyes and lips in surprise, and Mary placed her mouth upon hers, forcing her tongue inside. It was a kiss of possession, of deep longing and hunger. Gabrielle, closing her eyes again, gave herself up to it, knowing there was no going back, and not wanting to.

“Oh Gabby, Gabby,” Mary moaned, kissing down her chest. She licked and sucked both nipples, lightly raking the undersides of Gabby’s breasts with her fingernails. Gabrielle’s back arched, and she moaned loudly.

“Shh!” Mary scolded. After a second, she returned her attention to the beautiful, firm breasts, red now with splotches from the hard sucking. Mary sucked even harder, then slid a hand down inside Gabrielle’s pajama bottoms.

Gabrielle’s jaw dropped. She was wetter there than if she’d taken a shower. Mary’s index finger played lightly up and down the length of her slit, teasing. She kept it up for minutes, tormenting her while nuzzling between her cleavage. 

Gabrielle, crazed, suddenly grabbed Mary’s head and began biting her scalp. Mary gasped with surprise, pain, and excitement. Ripping herself violently from the girl’s grasp, Mary sat up and yanked off Gabrielle’s pajama bottoms and panties in one swoop.

“You have to be quiet, now,” Mary breathed. “You can’t move, or speak.”

“But...” Gabrielle whimpered.

“Shush! I mean it.” Mary settled down into the crevice between Gabrielle’s legs. She began slowly kissing the white interiors of her thighs, lightly skimming her fingers over the sodden mass of Gabrielle’s thick, unshaven bush. Gabrielle gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, gripping the iron headboard. 

Mary brought her mouth closer to her friend’s vulva, teasing with slower and slower kisses. With expert dexterity, she placed thumb and forefinger on either side of Gabrielle's little vagina and gently pulled upward. Gabrielle’s clitoris popped out, swollen and angry. Mary stared at it, then gave it a kiss. Gabrielle’s body shuddered. She began to cry, silently.

Mary used her other hand to gently pull apart the folds of the tight vagina, spreading wide. “Oh, my dear Gabby,” she gasped huskily. “I can see your hymen. You sweet girl.” She placed her mouth upon the small opening, and her tongue entered it. Gabrielle nearly blacked out. IT FELT SO GOOD. Mary wrapped both arms firmly around the girl’s legs and began to explore the hot crevice, licking, tasting, forcing her tongue deep inside. The tip caressed her hymen, running up and down the length of the virginal skin. Gabrielle, beyond reason, filled the room with her sobs. 

Mary finally directed her attention to the clitoris, running circles around it with her tongue while lightly sucking at the same time. Squeezing two fingers inside the tight opening, Mary stretched, then broke through Gabrielle’s hymeneal wall. 

Electrified with pain and pleasure, Gabrielle sensed the tidal wave that had been building within her rise to the surface. Like a helpless novice surfer, she felt the powerful swell carry her up as she huddled, terrified, out of control. She tried to buck, but Mary’s arms were too strong. She froze. Then her knees jerked to her chest. 

A feral scream escaped her as the wave of coming crashed down, twisting and contorting her body, ripping it from Mary’s grasp. She lay on her back for what seemed forever, glistening with sweat, her eyes closed. When the trembling had finally subsided, she opened her eyes to look for Mary. “I’m sorry...” 




A Friend for Gabrielle



She stopped in mid-sentence. Over her face was the neatly trimmed triangle of Mary’s bush, upside-down. Her friend had busily, insatiably, resumed eating Gabrielle’s crotch. Gabby looked up at Mary’s brown pubic hair, glistening with moisture in the moonlight. She lifted a hand and tentatively caressed Mary’s buttock. The skin was taught over the rock-hard muscle. Mary’s strong thighs made any movement of Gabrielle’s head left or right impossible. The only way she could go was up. Mary’s pink lips had opened like a beautiful flower. 

Gabrielle blinked, swallowed, and finally raised her face. She planted the lightest possible kiss on the wet folds. Mary’s body shivered and her knees contracted, bringing her vulva closer.

Gabrielle saw a dewy droplet form at the top of Mary’s opening, ready to fall. She hesitantly reached with the tip of her tongue, like a child testing an ice cream cone. It touched the drop, and the sweet liquid ran over her taste buds. She swallowed the tiny drop, feeling new warmth travelling down to her tummy. Raising her face again, she kissed the sweet place once more. She took another lick, and another. 

Tenderly caressing Mary’s hard buttocks, she closed her eyes and put her mouth where it was most wanted. Mary began moaning through her own attentions, and lowered her bush into the face of her friend. Soon, she came, her body twitching and jerking, her quim pushed so hard into Gabrielle’s mouth that Gabrielle’s teeth almost drew blood.

They lay for a long moment, spent. Shivering, Mary rose and collapsed next to her new lover. Gabrielle’s face was flushed, and the juices on her cheeks gave them a shiny moonlit glow. Mary pulled up the covers and shut her eyes, massaging Gabrielle’s warm, wet vagina.

“I love you,” Gabrielle finally whispered.

Mary looked at her, and her eyes seemed almost to open to a new depth of feeling. But then she smiled slyly, as before. “I know, sweetie,” she said, kissing Gabrielle on the forehead. “And I’ll be the one person in the world who will love you back, no matter what. I promise.”



A Friend For Us Ch. 01



Friday afternoon, 5:00 P.M. The weekend had as usual taken too long to arrive. Working at my job as a middle level Operations Manager at the only bank in our small town meant that I had had more than my fair share of constant crisis throughout the whole week. Having a lazy boss did not make it any easier. Mr. Wilson had campaigned for my employment only so he could have someone else do all his work. The unfortunate result was that every Monday morning felt like it was going to be the day I would resign. 

I was totally bushed and wound up as tight as a drum. Something had to give.

I knew how my weekend would eventually end up, but I was very far from having sexy thoughts. Definitely nothing compatible with the mind-blowing sex I was looking forward to. As I turned the special key to my part of the double–lock main vault, I was responding automatically to my insufferable fat boss’ endless questions whether I had finished all my pending reports, whether I had compiled the staff leave schedule (“and none for you until later!”), whether I had taken disciplinary action against the stupid teller who had been late on Tuesday, etc. etc. I was only half listening, but the question about Dawn’s lateness got though to me. 

With a start, I realized that the goon was actually expecting real answers to his questions. It was his way of reminding me that he had the power to zap my weekend - by getting me to work overtime the following day, on a non-working Saturday. His becoming Manager of our Branch had really gotten to his pig-head and he generally tried to make all our lives as difficult as he could. I had to handle this one real fast. And I had to do something to get Dawn off the hook. After all, the reason she was late was because she couldn’t have gone to work with my cum dripping down her legs, oozing smoothly from her clean shaven slit!

“It’s all taken care, Mr. Wilson”, I replied quickly, using my best servile voice. “The reports are all done, and I gave Dawn a dressing down this morning.” (Which latter part was true enough, but I had only dressed down a small part of her in my living room, sliding her silken thong panties to the side as she bent over the dining table and driving my rock hard cock into her hot streaming slit.) “I will have the reports ready on your desk first thing on Monday morning.” “Damn”, I thought, “there goes my Sunday afternoon.” 

I should have paused to remember that the world works in mysterious ways. 

Mr. Wilson was finally through, after struggling to lock his part as usual. He pompously waddled off, throwing a bossy, “Make sure that you turn the alarm on before you leave.” 

“Yeah right, Mr. Bigshot”, I thought sarcastically, already beginning a funk that would last me the whole weekend. Then I caught myself. No way the goon was going to make me mess up my weekend. “I won’t let him”, I swore to myself. 

Right then, I decided that I was going to have the best weekend of my life, and I would still get the reports ready. I convinced myself that I could shake off the day’s fatigue and work on the reports. I had close to two hours. Dawn was to come by place at seven, by which time I was to have been ready to take her out for an evening of food, drink, and dance. And suck and fuck, and then even more suck and fuck. Our weekends were most times pure fuckathons. For now though, I had to console myself with my favorite line when things got tough:

“Life is just like a cock. When it gets hard, fuck it!” 

I went back to my desk in the silence of the deserted bank. My desk was placed just behind the tellers’ cubicles. That’s where I first studied Dawn’s sweet charms, watching her tight behind smoothly fill out her uniform skirt. Images of Dawn teasing me with that same view in my flat, but this time gloriously naked, with her split ass-crack juicily glistening in the lights, filled my mind. 

In my mind’s eye, I could see her, that sunny Saturday afternoon not so long ago, flashing a daring grin backward at me. She had known how fully aroused I was, seeing that she had just orgasmed wildly on my cock, riding me as I sat on the dining chair. She had been fucking me for the previous fifteen minutes, moaning and groaning and grinding her wet cunt-lips against my damp pubes. Just as I was about my cum, she had sensed it and leapt off, pulling my cock pull free with an audible pop. I sat there, watching with lust inflamed eyes as she ran to the end of the living room and perched astride a stool, facing away form me. Her moisture-slicked buttocks were aimed right at my face. My throbbing cock twitched and jumped, visibly betraying my inflamed arousal at the sight of her naked brown ass that was so wantonly displayed to my sight. 

With a wicked grin she twisted her head round and asked, “Hey stud, how do you like my nice behind? Does it make you want to fuck me with that big tool you are waving around? I bet it makes you think of something, something naughty, like how you keep staring at it at work. And speaking of work, tell me, does my ass look as good as you imagine Jana’s is? She said this with a slight raise and wriggle of her delectable ass cheeks. I caught a glimpse of her cunt slit, gaping open, surrounded by a mat of sodden pubic hair. 

Wham! Bam! Say what? I was not sure that I had heard her correctly. She saw the confusion in my eyes, looked down at my slightly softened cock and looked directly at my eyes, somehow telling me that it was OK. We had just recently started playing this game together, spinning fantasies of having Jana in our bed, jacking up our lust several points higher. 

Actually, I was struck with Jana, consumed by my fantasies of being with her and Dawn. I had once playfully talked to Dawn about it, just after we’d made love, but she had only pointed out the obvious truth that Jana did not act interested, and that she herself did not feel inclined to such experiments. Dawn had then climbed on my cock and fucked me like a woman possessed, making me wonder whether she truly was unexcited about my fantasy. 

“Dawn, you have the best ass I know,” I faithfully but truthfully responded. “However I must say that Jana’s round ass is one that comes a close second, especially because of the mystery element since I have never seen her naked. Fucking her remains one of my best fantasies as you well know.” 

“So, are you telling me that you not only find Jana cute, but that you would also seriously want to fuck her? How would you like to shag her then? Doggy style, so you could enjoy looking at her round ass? Or you would want her to ride you so you can watch her tits jiggling all over? Or should I ask where into her you would like to shove that big dick of yours? Would you like to fuck her nice pink asshole?” She was punctuating each question with a wriggle and stab of her ass. My cock would respond with a nod at each suggestion, my aroused imagination vividly seeing each image as soon as my sexy lady described it. 

I walked over to her and fucked her. I took her doggy style, fucking her beautiful ass as she stood bent over the stool, all the time imagining that the smooth ass I was sliding my engorged cock in and out of was Jana’s. I came so hard my balls hurt, and judging from Dawn’s scream, she too must have had a big cum.

I had to force my mind back to work. If I could get the material together, I would need only another hour to input the data into our standard templates, and then type up a summary of the month’s activities to send to our Head Office. But first, I had to make a call to Dawn. 

I got her answering machine. Evidently, she hadn’t arrived yet, though she had left a bit early. Maybe she was getting some stuff for our weekend. I left a message that I was at work and would be slightly late, but would be home by 7:00, latest. Then I got down to work.

An hour and a half later, I was through. This was one of those days when the “stupid” typing course I had taken back in college really paid off. I sent off a copy of the report to Mr. Wilson’s mailbox, locked up my desk, and started going round switching off the lights. As I got to the outer lights, ready to turn off the lights and switch on the alarm, my cell phone rang. 

It was Dawn. “Hey lover, I got your message. I decided to do some shopping for the weekend. How is it going?” 

“Great, sweetie, I’m through. I am just leaving the office now.” 

“That is fantastic. I have a surprise for you that I know you will love. Hurry home.” She giggled.

Was I wrong or did she sound slightly tipsy? “What is the surprise honey”, I asked, my curiosity piqued. I hurried out to my car remaining alone in the parking lot.

“Unh Nuh, no telling. You have to see it for yourself. And you know that I also have something in store for you. It is wet and warm. Any guesses what it is? Or would you like to hear it? Incredibly, just as I put the car into gear, I heard the unmistakable sound of a very wet pussy being fingered. “Jesus!” She was masturbating! Right then, on the phone! And she must have been doing it vigorously, for the sounds I heard were very loud, liquidly slurping and bubbling. 

Her voice came back on the line. “Any guesses, Stud?” She was slightly breathless. “Hurry home, and if you get the answer right, I will show you something else you might like.” Another giggle. “You are going to have a night to remember.” She cut the connection.

“Damn”, I thought, “Dawn was real horny!” And she was already tipsy. “What was going on?” 

My hard cock made me drive home faster than I had ever done. Within twenty minutes, I was parked in our building’s small parking lot, looking up at Dawn, surprised. I had not seen her stepping out to the lot. She was somehow standing next to my window wrapped in her long overcoat. She definitely had not worn it to work, so what was up? 

There was only one line of parked cars between the building’s entrance and us. Another line of small vehicles was all that shielded us from being seen from the street that ran parallel to the building’s front. Dawn motioned me to roll down the window. I did, curious.

Looking straight into my eyes, she stepped right up to the widow, her back to the flat’s entrance. Then, as I sat there expectantly staring at her gorgeous face, she opened her belt and spread her coat wide open. 

Her naked smooth-shaved pussy was suddenly revealed right before my eyes. It was breathtakingly, cock-achingly beautiful. Nicely plump, pouting forward, lips gaping open, moisture glistening all over the inner and outer lips. Her big clit was standing out erect, brazenly enjoying the cool twilight air. I could catch her scent in the evening air, musk-like, aroused female, naughty for being out in the open. 

I gaped for several long seconds, mesmerized. But I knew that I had to move. I did not want to, but I had to stop looking at this vision of feminine sexuality so I could see all of her, particularly her naked breasts. Slowly, I drew my gaze up her smooth brown skin, past that delectable navel that I so loved licking, to the smooth underswell of her breasts. I loved her boobs. Perfect, firm, lasciviously announcing their presence to anyone who would have been fortunate to look our way. Her longish nipples were rock hard, fiercely poking the dusk air, double fucking it with the strength of her female arousal.

“Open the door.” Dawn’s voice was unexpected. I gave a slight start and let out the breath I hadn’t known that I was holding. She moved back as I opened the door, still holding her coat open for me. It looked like she was standing naked in the parking lot. I swung the door open as I finally looked up into her eyes and drank in the sight of her sexy face. Dawn’s eyes were closed and she had half thrown her head back, thrusting her crotch towards my face. There was a slight wind blowing her braided hair around her face. She was the original primal woman, exulting in her arousal and pleasure, offering her sex to her man, enjoying her pleasure with the open world. Her offering was pure and free.

Then she opened her eyes, swallowing me up in her lustful gaze. I almost drowned. She looked stoned. Smoky inflamed eyes looked deep into mine, a communication driven by naked lust. 

“Hello lover”, she husked, “I hope you like what you see. Did you like what you heard on the phone earlier? Would you like to see what I was doing?” Her smile was magic.

Then, standing out in the open, naked except for the coat that she had carelessly spread out with one hand, she fucked her slim beautiful forefinger into self. She had to hunch over slightly to achieve a good alignment. Her lubrication was already so much I could see the wetness ooze past her finger even before she started slowly sliding her finger in and out. 

“This is what I was doing when I called you. Did you guess right? No cheating, be honest.” She was smiling at me, looking directly into my eyes as she masturbated for both of us right out there in the open. 

“Oh baby, you know I would recognize the sound of your pussy anywhere. I got hard immediately you started; I knew instantly what you were doing. It was so hot!”

“As hot as this”, she teased, pulling out her slim forefinger and slowly, deliberately, holding up two fingers for me to see, and then pushing them inside her horny pussy. She started fucking herself and within a very short time, I could see that she was responding to herself, enjoying her self-love. 

Presently, she added a third finger, and that brought forth her first loud moan. “Joooooohnnnn…”, she moaned, “I am so hot. I want to come for you. Do you want me to come for you? Do you want me to come while we are out here?” 

I heard her husky whisper above the soft sucking sounds her pussy was making, the swollen labia grasping the shiny fingers like they didn’t want to let go. I couldn’t believe her. Dawn was free, she was never shy to try new things, but this was the first time I had seen this exhibitionist nature of her character. Would I want her to come? Does a dog love a bone? 

“Yes Baby, come for me. Come for us. Let me see you feel good. I am here for you babe, we are safe here, just come.” I did not know how safe we were but I did not care. I was not going to spoil this unreal vision just because some lucky guy or chick was going to see my baby come her juice for me. Nonetheless, I did a quick look-around just to be sure that we were not going to be disturbed. There was no one in sight.

“Fuck that hot pussy baby, fuck it for me”, I egged her on, playing my part to heighten what was obviously a wonderful fantasy for her.

My voice drove her deeper into her lust. She was now fully into the pleasure, fucking herself with deep rapid strokes. As I watched, she added a fourth finger, forcing herself to lewdly hunch over some more as she pushed her crotch further out towards me. 

The strained posture made her look wanton, my black goddess fucking herself in the open. Her four fingers were now pumping in and out of the cunt I so loved to fuck. Her juice was streaming out, making her produce loud sloshing sounds that were deliciously naughty in the parking lot. This was the first time I had ever heard those unmistakable sounds outside of a bedroom in the open, and they drove me crazy. My cock was hot and achingly rigid.

Dawn was whispering hoarsely with need. “I am going to come baby. Come on, look at me! Watch me as I come. Look at me while I come for you. Watch me baby!” Her last was almost a scream as she gave up any semblance of control, and really went to work on her wet hole. In frenzy now, she fucked it rapidly and so deep with all four fingers that it looked like she was fisting herself to orgasm. On the brink of cumming, she brought left hand to her sensitive clit and started frigging it like crazy. 

I reached out to her and spread her coat open, wanting to fully expose her nakedness as she came, knowing now that she would love the exposure. As soon as the cool air hit her entire body , she started to move much faster, and I knew that her orgasm was near.

Feeling daring, I took a big risk and turned her around on weak legs, so that she was showing full frontal nudity to the flat’s entrance. As the realization that she was fully exposed hit her, she stiffened and went into a massive orgasm, triggering loud gasps and half-screams of pleasure.

“Uuuiiii! Uuuuiiii! God! Ugh, ugh, Ughhhhhhh….AAAaahhhhhh….” Mmmmhhhhh………….Uhmmm…”

She was still moaning out her pleasure at the tail end of her orgasm as I turned her around, feeling her nude body shaking and twitching under the coat. 

I was so hot! I considered pushing her head in the car to make her lean over the driver’s seat and I could take her from behind. I was lucky though. As I started to slide out from my seat, I saw Jana step out through the flat’s entrance. Startled, I almost pushed Dawn off my lap, but I recovered quickly. After all, it was only Jana, and if truth were to be told, I would not have minded if she had seen me, cock nicely thick and moist, lubricated by Dawn’s juice as I fucked her. But we weren’t there yet, so I just cuddled Dawn into her overcoat and enjoyed her warm softness as she kissed me hard on the lips. 

“Mmmhhh... You are nice, lover, thanks. That was so good”, she sighed, snuggling up closer into me and resting her soft cheek on my chest. “I loved it too, I whispered, “but Jana is here. Maybe we need to tone this down.” 

“Uh Uh. No way. This is feeling too good to stop. And anyway, there is nothing to worry about. You may be in for a surprise, I think. Dawn’s voice was still soft and husky from her cum. I did not think I had heard her right, but before I could ask her to repeat what she said, Jana was at the car. 

“Hey guys, I see the weekend is going quite well.” Her smile was naughty, with a look that seemed to hint that she knew that something more than kissy kissy hugging was going on. Did she?

Dawn giggled. I grunted, “Um, Hi”, slightly embarrassed, not having a smart answer ready. But I wondered how come Dawn did not seem bothered, and the timing of Jana’s exit did seem a little too pat. It was starting to look like something, a lot of something, was going on here. Did this have anything to do with the promised surprise? My cock seemed to think so anyway, coming back to pulsing life as I looked up at Jana’s beautiful white face and shining eyes. Today, felt like the first time I had ever really looked into her eyes. The limitless openness I saw frankly appraising me added more fuel to my rampant tool. Surely she could see the fuck-lust that was boiling in me? How come she was not bothered? 

I had to get up to give my tight organ space to adjust. “Sorry, the ride is over, beautiful”, I said as I gently eased Dawn out to stand beside the car. I slid out and locked the car doors, my cock easing into a slightly more comfortable position as a result of the movement. But it was not enough, and I tried to discreetly adjust my still erect cock through my pocket as I pocketed the car keys. 

Jana laughed gaily. (Was she tipsy too?) “Oh my! Dawn, it looks like you have given John here a bit of a problem. It looks like he has a problem with limited storage space. He might need some help taking care of it.” And looking at me straight in the eyes, she added, “And John, don’t let me stop you from doing what you want to do. I think our friend here needs to be treated kindly after all that you two have been doing. 

There she went again. Did she know more than she was letting on?

I decided to call her bluff, if it was indeed a bluff. Two could play this game, and anyway, I was excited at the thought of fondling my cock, even if only briefly, in plain sight of these two beauties. I reached inside my pants, got a good grip on the hot shaft and pulled it up so the head almost peaked through the waistband. I made it outline in relief against my pant’s material, feeling excited at the thought that Jana was watching. 




A Friend For Us Ch. 01



And she was looking all right. Looking across the few steps between us into her eyes, I saw her fascinated stare at my crotch. I knew that the length and breadth of my tool were on display, something that gave me a wild kind of excitement. It gave me an incredible rush to see the looks of scarcely disguised lust on the two beautiful women. They were standing close, Dawn’s arm casually around Jana’s waist. It looked casual, but I couldn’t help but wonder. I knew Dawn was hotter than hell, and I could see it in Jana’s eyes that she was also feeling excited. Surely they could tell it about each other? How come then that they were not at all acting disturbed about it? Was it possible that they had something going on here? I was really starting to feel that I wanted to find out, and fast!

Dawn’s voice broke into my randy imaginings. “Hey there, bigboy, if you let go of my toy, we might be able to get you freshened up for our evening - And I did not get time to tell you earlier, but Jana will be coming with us. We have decided to combine our weekends…If that is OK with you, that is.” I saw her private signal to agree, so I said, “Hey that is definitely fine with me. I’ve always wanted to dance with Jana anyway. Lead away, my queen.”

As I followed them across the lobby to the elevator, I couldn’t help but fantasize about the two women I was going to spend the evening with. To the left, with her arm still around Jana’s waist, was my black girl friend, 5’11’’, built like an athlete, smooth and slinky. Her overcoat was now tied tightly around her waist to reveal quite a bit of her body shape. The top of her slim tight ass swung seductively as she walked with that loose long-limbed grace black athletes have. Her braids swung around her neck, counterbalancing the swing of her hips with every long step. My swollen cock paid tribute to the knowledge that she was naked under her coat.

Leaning into her hold was her blond friend, long hair swinging sexily just above voluptuous buttocks. Her delectable ass cheeks jiggled slightly with each step. Jana was shorter, but had a much fuller figure than Dawn. She was also almost painfully beautiful, with a bubbling happy attitude about life. It was delicious torture to watching her as she walked, since the thin material of her loose shorts did a lot to show each delightful bobble and bounce of her full ass. She was a walking orgasm just waiting to happen. I had always envied whichever unknown guy it was who experienced the joy of sliding his hot meat into her sweetness. 

Little did I know how close I was to a realization of my excited imaginations.

We stepped into the empty elevator, all three of us now slightly breathless from the sexual tension we could all feel. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious having Jana so close when Dawn and I were so hot and thinking solely of fucking. It was decidedly awkward, considering our confined space and high level of arousal. Was going out with Jana a good idea? I wondered. I feared it would take a bit of sexual doing before Dawn and I would be satisfied, and we definitely needed to get some relief before we went out. I needed to fuck some pussy very badly. 

Dawn punched in the button for my tenth floor flat and casually leaned against the wall of the elevator. Then, still acting casual and completely natural about it, she opened her belt. Instantly, the smell of female sexual arousal filled the small space as her nude body underneath was exposed. Electrified by my lust, I could see the minute detail of Jana’s nostrils flaring open, making me believe that she too was aroused by the musky scent. Dawn acted nonchalant, as if being naked in a public elevator was an every day occurrence. My senses were aflame, knowing that she was continuing her fantasy in Jana’s presence. 

Grinning wickedly, she imperiously beckoned me closer by crooking her slim forefinger at me in a come-hither gesture. I couldn’t have resisted it even if I had wanted to. I found myself standing in front of her as the elevator began its smooth rise. Without a word, she unzipped me and gently drew out my rampant cock. 

It was really hot. I could feel it throb and pulse in her soft palm. The veins stood out and the head was an angry purple. Her slim dainty hand made for a delightful contrast against the thick shaft she was holding. She held it out to Jana with a smile. “So, what do you think”, she asked with a smile. “Do you like?” 

Jana looked like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights. She was so obviously fascinated by what she was seeing. And she didn’t hide it. “That sure looks good, just as something sure smells nice in here, she whispered, sliding closer to Dawn, and seemingly absentmindedly reaching out to softly stroke the downslope of Dawn’s exposed right breast. She rested her cheek against taller Dawn’s naked chest and watched. 

As the lift came to a stop, Dawn was slowly pumping my shaft, both ladies staring at the clear drop of pre-come that pearled at the open cock slit. We were all very quiet, caught up in the eroticism of the moment. I loved the sight of my aroused hard cock in Dawn’s brown palm. It looked so big and strong, making no apologies for wanting to fuck somebody. I had never felt so manly, so strong, so like I wanted to fuck.

The door to my flat was some way down the corridor. We trooped to down the corridor all of us abreast. Dawn was still softly pumping my cock with her right hand. She was fully frontally nude, her long coat flowing around her like a robe - any one coming down the corridor could have seen her splendid charms displayed for unrestricted view. The top of her slit was swollen and her clitoral hump was easily visible. Jana was on Dawn’s left side, softly stroking the naked breast with her left hand. She would palm the entire tight boob and then slowly draw her fingers together and outwards, ending up with Dawn’s long nipple between thumb and two fingers, pulling and gently twisting it. I could hear Dawn’s’ quiet moans as Jana teased out her hard nipple.

I had never ever seen girl love before, and the sight, together with the knowledge of the sheer naughtiness of our performance made me so horny I felt like I had gone to sexual heaven. I did not want it to end. 

All to soon we came to my door. Dawn simply dropped her coat and stood there, lissomely naked, running her hands all over her body. Jana broke our stunned silence. “Hey John, it looks like you need to take care of something very soon. Your girlfriend needs to be fucked, or you may have to fight off other men very soon. She looks like she can fuck anyone and anywhere.”

The door was not locked. Was this luck, or an oversight on Dawn’s part? As we got in I wondered though, had they left it that way on purpose? If so, then it meant that they had together cooked up something, and nothing of what was happening was accidental. This opened up incredible possibilities. I decide to just go with the flow though, and follow the script I was increasingly sure that the girls had arranged. 

So, there we were: I, fully clothed, but with a big swollen cock sticking out through the zip of my fly. Dawn, black, tall and regally naked, fingers now busying themselves in her smooth shaven slit as she walked to the sofa. Jana, white, bright eyed and full figured, looking positively angelic with her long blond hair framing her face. Her plump ass was suddenly framed against the floor lights, and I could see the smooth unbroken curve of its delightful swell. I could swear that she was not wearing any panties.

A bottle of red wine, three quarters empty, was lying on the coffee table. Next to it was a crumpled scrap of red material that looked suspiciously like a thong. I had never seen Dawn wearing such a thong, and it looked to me like I had solved the mystery of Jana’s smooth backside. I now knew that the two ladies had been having a good time before coming out to meet me. 

That meant that Dawn’s exhibitionist display was no accident. That meant that Jana was in on it. That meant that the girls were sexually open with each other – and Jana hadn’t bothered to put her thong back on. That meant that both girls were ready for some continued play. That meant that we were all going to have a party. My super rigid shaft throbbed, bobbing up and down, appreciating my line of reasoning.

Dawn was masturbating, sprawled out on the sofa, eyes closed. 

“John? John, are you always so mean to my friend?” Jana was speaking in a low seductive whisper, looking at me with an impish grin on her pretty face. She was seated on the sofa’s armrest, close to where her friend was pleasuring herself softly. “You know, if it was me, right now I would be pushing into her that thing you are waving around. Don’t you like it when you enter a girl’s wet quim? Hers is very wet now; I can see it from here. Come on, come here and let me get this show on the road. We can’t let this poor girl remain long unfucked, you know.”

I did not feel myself move, but I found myself standing in front of Jana, feeling her fingers fumbling at the top of my belt. She moved delicately, making exaggerated efforts to avoid my cock. Very quickly, she had the top open and she gently pulled down the entire set of pants and underwear. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, pushing aside all the tangled clothing so that I stood naked from waist down. 

“Ahhh……..”, my sigh of relief and pleasure as my long-suffering cock was released was heartfelt. Jana smiled at me, and then stood up, standing close to me so that the wet cock-head grazed against her upper stomach. A moist trail of pre-come was left on her blouse. She had a nice scent about her. It wafted up to me, a fragrant muskiness that made my head swim. 

I looked down and drank in the sight of her swelled out milky-white mounds and cleavage. Her slim white fingers seemed to dance as she expertly unbuttoned my shirt, slowly moving downwards towards my pubic hair. It felt unreal, standing in the middle of my living room, watching this gorgeous chick with whom I had never exchanged more than a friendly smile with, yet had often fantasized about, slowly undress me. 

Finally, I was as naked as Dawn, whose whimpers I could now hear as she steadily worked her pussy and clit. I did not know which girl to look at, my masturbating lover, or this vision of blonde beauty,who, fully clothed, was preparing me to fuck my girl. 

Jana’s first intimate contact with me was when she took my cock’s swollen helmet in her soft hand and pulled me down to aim at Dawn’s opened out slit. Pre-cum was pouring from my cock’s taut opening. I felt the familiar tugs and twitches in my balls as long pent up cum boiled in my balls. My orgasm was two strokes away. 

Jana carefully maneuvered me, using my superhot shaft as a handle, until I was poised above Dawn in a fucking position. I was supporting myself with my hands on the top of the sofa’s backrest with my legs spread out wide on the floor. Then, kneeling on the sofa beside Dawn, Jana started rubbing the tip of my cock gently all around Dawn’s wet pussy lips and clit. 

Have you ever died and gone to heaven? Ever felt such intense pleasure that you thought that you wanted to die? Ever lived your ultimate fantasy so unexpectedly pleasurably that the reality wildly exceeded your any thing that you could imagine? Well, I did. My groans and moans of pleasure were the only words I could manage to express how utterly superbly exquisite the rubbing felt. Jana’s soft and warm palm so intensely magnified the pleasure! I have always enjoyed the pressure and pleasure of delayed orgasm, and this was one occasion I gave thanks that I have good control.

But all good things must come to an end. Dawn made maters infinitely worse (or better?) when she added volume and intensity to her soft moans and whispers. Soon we were cooperating in an ecstatic duet, my bass grunts harmonizing with her alto moans and whimpers. “Ughhh, Ughh, Ughh”, I would go; “Eeeiigh, Eeeiigh, Eeeiigh”, Dawn would go, each of us rapidly climbing towards our Jana induced orgasms. The bubbling and gurgling sounds produced by the slide of my bloated cockhead against the smooth slide on Dawn’s frothy pussy lips provided the rhythmic accompaniment to our sex song.

Jana fanned the raging sexual inferno she had helped create. “Ahhh, (bubble lopolopolopolopo bubble) you guys (bubble bubble) are (bubble lopolopolopolopo bubble) so sexy! This is so nice!” (bubble bubble lopolopolopolopo bubble bubble). She was like a kid with a new toy, all caught up in her enthusiasm. “Ahhh, yes John, I can feel you throbbing so strongly. Do you want to sink this thing into Dawn?” (bubble bubble, bubble lopolopolopolopo bubble bubble). As she asked this, I could feel her insert the bloated head slightly into Dawn, and move it round in rapid circles.

The pleasure was fantastic, but I feared that I couldn’t maintain control much longer. My grunts came much faster as I felt my control slipping. Jana could feel it too. “Uh oh. It looks like you two lovebirds need to cum. Do you want to cum? John, I can feel that you want to, I can feel you throbbing and pulsing – And Dawn, I can see how wet you are. I can see your pussy opening and closing, almost like it wants to eat my toy.”

She increased speed, whipping our combined juices into white froth. My body’s instinct to plunge into Dawn was desperate, making me pump my hips against Jana’s soft palm in answer to her query. The instinct to drive myself into Dawn was almost overwhelming. Dawn was bucking her hips too, raising her cunt for the exquisite penetration and release that was only inches away. 

“ Ok you two, now is the time. Cum for me, and show me how much you enjoy cumming with each other. Come on, come now! 

Jana’s command was as irresistible as it was imperious. I heard Dawn’s cries rise into rapid high-pitched whimpers that drove me closer to the edge. I felt my balls tighten, my cock swelling large in Jana’s grip. Jana increased speed, sending rapid jolts of sensation coursing through our bodies. Just as it was apparent that Dawn was about to burst in orgasm, Jana leaned forward and took her pouted lips in a wet, sexy kiss. Dawn and I lost it simultaneously.

Dawn tensed and suddenly bucked up against me. Dimly, I heard a strange animal sound explode from her as I felt my balls tighten up above Jana’s palm. I lost all sense of my surroundings as I felt a huge ball of fire travel down my shaft. It exploded from my body with so much force that I screamed. I was powerless to do no more than submit helplessly to the relentless pulses that rocked my body as I shot spurt after spurt of hot semen, not caring where they went. 

After the first three spurts I felt Jana place my coming cock against Dawn’s pulsing slit, and I gratefully drove balls deep inside her like I was going home. I felt the top of my crotch bump against Jana’s finger and I realized that she was rapidly circling Dawn’s clit. Dawn was still cumming. I could feel her throbbing even as I fucked her so deep that I was bumping against her cervix while spurting more sperm into her with renewed vigor. She was moaning and twisting her head from side to side, caught up in a massive orgasm. I instinctively reached a hand to her left nipple, my favorite, but I felt Jana already there, twisting and pulling hard. I went for the other nipple, twisting it with the rhythm of the pulses of my dying orgasm. Dawn came again and again as the intensity of the stimulation drove her wild. 

Finally, it looked like Dawn was tiring. We slowed down and let her come down from her sexual high. I collapsed on the sofa between the two girls. Jana was softly stroking Dawn’s breasts, making soft soothing noises. They looked so sexy and beautiful, brown and white together, that I could have cried. I had never seen such tenderness and such beauty. Jana maneuvered herself round so her face was near my juice-slicked cock and she took it into her mouth. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly let it slip out as she sucked it clean of the mixed juices. Then she used her right hand to hold it up as she continued licking it like a lollipop, all the time stroking Dawn’s boobs with her left hand. 

We all relaxed that way for a while, luxuriating in the feel of our new found mutual friendship. “This,” I thought to myself, “is what bliss is all about.” Looking down, I could see Jana’s head bobbing slightly as she continued to lick and soothe my limp cock. She twisted slightly so she could look up at me as she continued her oral massage. 

“I must say you guys look like you have had a good time,” she said with a languid smile. “Now, if you guys feel like you can walk, we all need to hit the shower, so that we can all go out and have that dinner and drinks which Dawn promised me - and then go dancing if the two of you can find the strength. And then, later, maybe you can work on returning some favors I think you both owe me. “That is, John, if you feel like you can get this thing up again.”

I could only grin at her as my cock began to rise in her mouth, making her look at me with a wide delighted smile. “Anything,” I promised, “for our friend.” 

And leaning forward, I stretched slightly and met Dawn as she too reached out for me. Taking her head in my palms I lost myself in a deep soul kiss, loving her more than anything else in the entire world, thanking her for the most wonderful experience of my life.

~end~

(to be continued…)

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I have written this story for two reasons: First, to scratch my writing itch. Second, to make us, you the reader and I, have a good time. So, if you do enjoy it, let me know. If you could suggest ways I could have written it better, your feedback is welcome too. Your comments will all be appreciated.

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A Friend For Us Ch. 02



I wore the splodge of sperm on my crotch like a badge, proudly. John's white semen splattered across my open pussy lips making me feel like I had been branded. My body looked beautiful as I watched myself in the full-length mirror across the bathroom. A large drop of sperm hung loosely from the bottom of my slit and my pussy still felt like John's cock was still inside of me. I could still feel the tingling from my last orgasm. My nipples were hard again. I couldn't resist the urge to tease them lightly with my fingers, remembering how good Jana's touch had felt. It had been so warm and soft that I was really looking forward to our next session.

I was turning round to catch my side view when I saw Jana enter the bathroom. She was pulling John by his erect cock. By the look on his face, I could see that he was really enjoying himself, having Jana so eager to fuck him after he had just fucked me. I loved it that he had come so hard through Jana frigging his cock on my pussy. Now, I wanted to see him fuck Jana, although I knew that it would be more of Jana fucking him. 

I loved being with Jana, enjoying her bubbly nature and her zest for life. She was good for me. Looking at John tagging along behind her I figured he did not have a clue what was in store for him when Jana cashed in on the favors we owed her.

I stepped into the shower stall and adjusted the water to a hot sting to relax my muscles. Standing under the needle spray, I watched as Jana let go of John's cock and stepped back, looking at him in the eye.

"Take my clothes off." Though her tone was not commanding, it left no room for argument.

I was enjoying the water as I watched John unbutton Jana's blouse and pull it free. His thick erection bobbed as he moved around her to draw off her thin blouse. Kneeling in front of her, he stripped her naked, pulling down her loose shorts down past her smooth hips and white thighs. She helped him get the shorts off her feet, supporting herself on each of his shoulders in turn and kicking free each leg. She had lost her red thong to me earlier, and stood completely naked, exposed to John's hungry gaze. They made an erotic sight, John on his knees, staring for the first time at Jana's beautiful "V" , she looking down at him affectionately, enjoying his worship of her body.

Smiling slightly, she pulled him up and, embraced him. It was easy to see her reaction from my vantage point as she made full body contact. Her entire body twitched when his swollen cockhead touched her upper stomach. I watched as she reflexively clutched John closer, mashing her chest against his upper body. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she breathed faster. It was clear that she relished the full body contact. 

Jana's breasts were mashed up against John's well-muscled chest, making them bulge out tightly to the side. Her eyes were closed, and I could see that she was lost in the pleasure. Mouth pouting, she offered her lips up to him for their first kiss. 

John's groan came clear over the sound of the shower as he bent lower to take her. Muscles in his back rippling, he gathered her closer and pulled her up to his hungry mouth. I wished it were I, when he took her succulent lips in his and kissed her. He had kissed me so many times before, yet this kiss looked like the most erotic scene that I had ever seen. They stood locked together for the longest time, devouring each other's lips and sucking on each other's tongue. 

I realized that I was rubbing my body too, running my hands over my breasts, enjoying the feeling of the hot water on my sensitive breasts. I watched as they mauled each other, Jana sinuously rubbing her naked body sensuously against his. John's hands moved lower and cupped her full ass, pulling her up against him and visibly pressing his erection into her. I could tell that John was getting carried away and would fuck her soon. 

Eager in anticipation, my hands dropped lower, rubbing my stomach and smooth crotch until I slipped my forefinger along my slit. My pussy was wet and open, still slimy from John's sperm. Carefully avoiding touching my clit, I focused my concentration on the sexy couple in front of me. It felt naughty, a continuation of the wicked naughtiness I had felt out in the packing lot as I masturbated for John earlier. 

"Ummmmmmm…" Jana's eyes flickered open as my loud moan brought her back from her sexual world. She broke the kiss and fixed me with lustful eyes. She had never looked so beautiful. With a half smile, she broke their embrace and held up a finger to John in a wait-a-minute gesture. Without a word, she stepped away from him and came into the shower stall. Her chest was heaving. 

Coming into the water, she grabbed me close, and offered her lips up for me to kiss, just like she done with my love. I kissed her boldly, probing her mouth with my tongue as I took her soft lips. She felt nice and warm in my arms, her hard nipples pressing into my breasts just below my own nipples. I always enjoyed kissing Jana. She always got really into it and gave herself up to me, making me feel so tender towards her. 

We kissed under the flowing water for sometime, just enjoying our closeness and shared pleasure. John must have taken time to enjoy watching us, for I sensed him enter the stall after a few minutes. Jana must have felt it too, for she all too soon broke our kiss and stepped back. She looked into my eyes with such heated passion that I felt myself drawn to suckle on her full breasts. As I made to move forward, she stopped me with a slight gesture and a smile. She whispered softly, "No. I want us to have a full comfortable time together. For now you can help me get clean."

She purposefully moved John over to the wall and turned her back to him. "Your assignment is to get my entire back clean. Very clean," she added, as she turned round to face me. "And Dawn, how about you taking care of my front?" So saying, she closed her eyes, and leaned back against John's chest, giving herself up to the touch of the hot water on her skin and whatever we wanted to do to her.

I watched as John soaped her slowly, deliberately moving his big hands all over her body. The suds built up rapidly and I moved in to help him, rubbing her front all over until she was covered in sudsy foam. After sometime we stopped trying to clean all areas of her body and began to get adventurous. John had been working on Jana's ass and I was standing face up to her, running my hands up and down over her smooth full hips. I tried to move my arms round to hold her ass as John also moved his hands round from behind to cup her pink tipped breasts. She however shook her head and grunted refusal, rubbing her ass back against his groin. He got the hint and dropped his hands lower and back, cupping her ass cheeks himself and rubbing them together in a circular motion. 

"Ummhhhh….., that feels nice", she sighed, leaning back against him and stretching like a cat. She cupped her breasts in her palms and held them out to me. "Dawn, this is your territory. Please get me as clean as John is doing. I feel like I need extra attention on these." 

With a smile, thinking that Jana always knew what she wanted, I stepped forward and pressed my body against hers, pressing my breasts against hers as she had done with me earlier. I could feel her pleasure at our contact, as she shivered and undulated her body against John and I. Emboldened by her pleasure, I grabbed as much of her big breasts as I could and kissed her full on her lips. The force of my kiss pressed her back into John as I did so. Pressing my advantage, I continued our tongue kiss as I dropped my right arm lower and slid it downward along her very wet slit. 

He gasp of pleasure was like music to my ears. "Ooohhh Dawn, that feels so good. Please do me? Please? Pretty please? She was begging in a suddenly changed little-girl voice. I could tell that she had slipped into her favorite role-play as the innocent little-girl slut. I loved her when she was like that. It meant that she could do anything, and we could do anything we wanted.

Again her little-girl voice, but this time directed to John. "John? John, please wash me. Please wash me all over." She said this as she arched her back at him, raising her full ass up so it seemed to point at his throbbing cock. Bending slightly forward at the wrist, she wriggled her ass at him, all the time moaning exaggeratedly and asking to be thoroughly washed. 

She looked like a wicked vision, making me wish that I had the cock and she was splayed out open for me like she was. Feeling almost jealous, I searched for and found her hard clit, pinched it hard between my fingers. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh Mummy! Oh! A stab backwards with her ass punctuated each shout as she reacted to the sudden invasion. To John, it must have looked like she was brazenly offering her ass to him, which she had actually been doing a few seconds before I had found her treasure. Her little girl sounds were driving me wild with lust. I searched for, found, and twisted her left nipple hard, maintaining my pressure on her swollen clit. 

She came suddenly, without warning, bucking and rubbing herself against John and I. I almost came myself as I fucked two fingers into her and held them steady deep inside as she humped back and forth against John's cock. John had lodged his cock into the crack of her ass and I could see the purple head emerge sliding from the mass of foam at the top of her crack every time she humped backwards. I could feel her pussy contracting rhythmically as she came, moaning and groaning out loud. As soon as I felt her the pulses weakening, I started fucking her deliberately, pushing my fingers right in deep and almost all the way out, drawing out her orgasm to a pleasure plateau. 

She was almost out of control, desperate for a faster fuck in her cunt, and conscious of John's cock teasing just above her asshole. I could see that John was not sure where to go from here and I decided to help. "John?" He was far away, lost in the sight of the full ass cumming just beneath his eyes. "John?"

"Uh?"

"John, I think there is something that you should do."

"Ummhh.. Uh? What?" 

"Look at me."

"Uhhhh? Oh! OK." His eyes. Looking full at me, stoned with lust, bright with his turn-on. 

My smile. Wicked. Naughty. Excited. I know the surprise in store. 

"Fuck her in the ass." I exaggerate my fucking movements, looking back into his eyes, demonstrating what I want. "Yes, like this. IIiiiin, slowly, then OOuuut, IIiiiin, just like this. Jana's moans in the background, her ass twitching in anticipation.


"Dawn, are you sure? Really?" Seeking reassurance for what he wants to do.

"Yes, fuck her! Can't you see that she wants it? Let me help you." His cock wrapped in my left palm. Oh God! His thickness, the warmth, the pulsing. My cock! 

Purple head to wrinkled rosebud. Rosebud crinkling, ass twitching. Cock throbbing in palm, wish I could suck it. Pussy tight, twitching around invading finger. Big plum head partially into ass. Small hole, need more pressure. "Come on John. Come on, lover, fuck this ass!"

"Ohh God, Dawn, Jesus! Fuck! Fuck! I will fuck her. I can't hold back anymore!"

"It is OK," reassuring, don't want to tear asshole. "Just push it in slowly. Come on, kiss me baby as you enter her." First fuck is going to be in her ass! Would love to be his cock. Lips raised, hungry for hot mouth. His cock in my palm, head slowly starting to enter tiny hole.

Full tongue kiss. Sliding motion against palm, cock entering asshole. Vibrations all over. In pussy, in cock, hot mouth, strong lips, flickering tongue. Anal entry complete, fingers squashed against soft ass. Feelings, twitches, accommodate thick tool. Pressure building.

Jana comes with a loud groan. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Each exclamation a punctuation to a driven cock. Fucked ass, liquid sounds, fingers fucking pulsing pussy. Jana wont stop coming, we don't stop fucking her and kissing each other. Fucking, Fucking till death do us part, my lover erupting into her, my tongue locked into a pleasure lock, my fingers buried in a boiling pussy. Ecstasy for all, for now…

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A Friend For Us Ch. 03



Intro:

It was early evening on a Friday. John was taking a short nap. He had drifted off to sleep, spent after fucking his girlfriend and her nice friend. Dawn was first, then her friend Jana. His orgasm into his lithe girlfriend's tight pussy had been explosive, and when his cock burst a second time into Jana's soft arsehole, he had practically passed out. 

The plan for the start of the eagerly awaited weekend had been to go for a night out in the town. Dawn had however put on an exhibitionist display that had directed events onto a very different course. She had masturbated for John out in the parking lot when he arrived home from work, and in the process had managed to create the mood for uninhibited sex-play. The exhibitionist experience had so turned on John that in the space of less than an hour, he had cum twice – erupting thunderously his athletic black fiancée's pussy, then proceeding to spend himself into her blonde friend's tight arsehole. 

Now read on...

The girls were sprawled out on the carpet in the dimly lit room living room, chatting and sipping red wine. The tall glasses by their sides glittered with the reflections of the soft wall-mounted lights. Pretty faces cupped in soft palms, they discussed the sexual experiences they'd had with John. 

Taking a sip of her wine, Dawn shyly looked at her best friend and tentatively asked something she had been thinking about all evening. "Seeing John...enter you..., uuhm, slide his...cock into you arsehole was just the most amazing thing I have ever seen," she finished in a rush. "He...His...cock just seemed to slide in. How come you didn't look like you felt any pain?" 

Jana smiled, her heart leaping at how easily her best friend had taken the first step to fitting into the rest of her plans. Putting a quizzical expression on her face, she replied, "Oh, I doubt there was any way I could have felt any pain. I was so turned on, I'm sure my arse was creaming itself. 

She smiled at Dawn. "You were touching my pussy so nicely..., and it also helped that you spread me open for him. I felt so nicely exposed; I just wanted him to ram his cock all the way inside....

"But how come you ask? Do you mean to say that it is always painful when he fucks you in the arse?" 

Jana caught the hesitant look in Dawn's face. "Or do you mean to say that John does not fuck you there?" she asked incredulously. "He does not fuck your arse?" she repeated unbelievingly. 

Dawn felt challenged to justify her question. "He has, but..., you know..., I do not often let him fuck me there. I have always been afraid that his cock is too big—"

"Big it surely is, but you've got to be kidding!" Jana's surprise was real. "I have never felt a more wonderfully delicious thick cock up my own arse!" 

Jana did not notice the contradiction in her statement and neither did Dawn, who continued as if there had been no interruption.

"—Even though the few times I have let him fuck me there, it was just so heavenly.... But, afterwards, every time, I have always doubted whether I stretched my arsehole out too far. 

"What do you think is the long-term effect of regularly being fucked in the arse?" she asked with a wonderfully curious expression on her face. 

Jana could not believe her ears. "Dawn, you never cease to amaze me, girl. You are simply unbelievable. Listening to you, no one could ever guess that just two hours ago you were busy masturbating out there in the parking lot, exposed for anyone to see. 

"Just how do you combine your different personas?" she asked her friend teasingly. "–And before you answer that, I should warn you that my new fantasy is to see John fuck you up the arse," she said over Dawn's shocked and wine fuelled giggle. 

"Jana!" Dawn acted shocked, but Jana's suggestion flashed a vision in her mind, making her pussy tingle and her arsehole twitch. 

"I see that I was right to be afraid that agreeing to your sexcapades was going to lead to all manner of nasty things. Just look at the ideas you are getting in that wicked head of yours! I honestly think that you are becoming depraved."

"Am I? And who was it that spread my arse open so their boyfriend could fuck it? Can you honestly be the one to talk?" They frequently enjoyed teasing each other, but this was the first time they were being so explicit. 

"Yes, I enjoyed doing that," Dawn agreed, dropping her pretence. She figured that she really wanted to learn from Jana. "God knows I so do love it so whenever I let John fuck my butt, but I am still not sure that it is something I should be doing often. And I am still afraid that between your fantasies and your games, you are positively turning me into a slut." 

"You are, you know; the sweetest, cutest, and most secret slut I have ever met – and I only knew today that you are a slut," Jana sweetly teased back. "But seriously, when you gave us that wonderful show today, you looked so beautiful, so totally lost in your pleasure. You looked so damn good girl that I felt jealous. To be honest with you, I really felt like joining in. I was so hot!"

Dawn grinned hugely, showing her bright teeth. "It was so exciting. I was visualizing how I must have looked, John lusting to fuck me as I rubbed my clit out there in the open. I never expected that taking up your challenge to fulfill my fantasy would be so exciting. I have never felt so turned on! 

Evidently, Dawn was getting aroused as she remembered, because her left hand lifted touch her tight boob lightly as she continued speaking. It was an absent-minded action, totally without self-consciousness. 

"It was a good thing you suggested that I act out my own fantasy...and that as you prepared to fulfill your own fantasy to fuck John and myself. You are so slutty yourself!" 

Jana grinned. "If being a slut is not being afraid to feel good whenever I can, then yes, I am one and I love it. And it looks like I am in the process of getting a bosom buddy," she said, playfully shaking her exposed big boobs at Dawn. "And don't you dare pretend like you dodn't like it. You sure didn't look like you hated what you were doing out there yourself."

Dawn dropped her teasing completely. "I really enjoyed it. It was really exhilarating being out there in the parking lot.... That was the hottest experience I have ever had in my life. I am getting aroused again just thinking about it. 

As she said this, Dawn sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, making her pussy point its pouty lips at Jana's face. 

Jana took a second to appreciate the view, then rolled over to lie on her back, moving closer and turning her face sideways so she could continue to look at look at her friend's pussy. It was still swollen from the recent fucking. She felt herself getting turned on.

"So, Dawn, why don't you play with you pussy for me? You know how much I love it when you act naughty." 

Dawn smiled, looking back at her friend with growing arousal. "OK, so long as you touch yourself too. Let's both masturbate till we cum. You know how I love it whenever I watch you having an orgasm."

Jana started to fondle her nipples as she agreed. Her right hand went down to her smooth shaved pussy, her forefinger gently running up and down the rapidly wetting slit. "I will like that, but you have to promise to let me demonstrate to you how you should take John's cock up your arse without any fear." 

"Oh! And precisely how do you intend to do that?" Dawn asked her masturbating friend. She let her own thighs fall apart so her pussy split open. Her finger dug deeper into the exposed furrow. 

Jana smiled wickedly. "Oh, that will be easy. I will just have to give you some lessons. I promise it will be fun." 

There was silence for a while as each girl concentrated on rubbing her pussy, enjoying the build up of pleasure as they teased themselves. Faint liquid sounds could be heard as the two pussies rapidly wetted. 

"Dawn?" 

"Umh?"

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? She giggled. "You can see that I am masturbating. I am touching my pussy," she clarified with a naughty chuckle. 

"I know you are touching your pussy. I am asking you to tell me exactly what you are doing, how you are doing it and how it feels as you do it. Come on, tell me, and I will do the exact same things that you do. It will be like you will be making love to me through yourself. "

"OK....that sounds like fun. Ummh..., I am running my right forefinger up and down the slit... My pussy is already quite wet, so it is nice and smooth. Umhhh.... You know, I think of my pussy as my friend, so I always start out masturbating this way.... It makes me feel like I am reacquainting myself with my friend."

Jana giggled. "Your pussy your friend? Are you serious?"

Dawn chuckled happily, "Yes, I do. She is cute, warm, cuddly and sooo good to me. She makes me feel so nice every time."

"Umhhh.... Remind me..., next time..., Umhh..., I eat you, so I can say Hi!" Jana was matching Dawn stroke for stroke up and down the length of her own very wet slit. The liquid slurping sounds were now loud in the room.

The two girls were now full on the path to mutual orgasm. Hips writhing, their fingers worked faster as their pelvises pumped. Caught up in their own feelings, they were concentrating on the feelings in their pussies, until in a special moment their eyes locked. 

They both smiled, enjoying looking at each other's beauty and responding to their mutual sexual pleasure. Dawn grinned at her friend and laughed happily as she rocked her hips forward almost into Jana's face. "We are such naughty girls, " she panted breathily. 

She changed tactics so that with one hand she loosely pinched a labial lip between thumb and forefinger, and stretching it outwards, jiggled it up and down. The other hand pulled open the other lip so her pussy was split wide open. Jana was treated to the sight of her friend's glistening inner pussy being eagerly worked. She copied Dawn's actions and matched the rapid rhythm. Both girls were moaning loudly they continued working their hot pussies. 

"Ummhh.... You're so wet girl," Jana spoke in a breathless voice. You are really turning me on. I've never used this particular technique before.... It feels so good.... Are you feeling as good as you look?"

"I love it. When I do this I can come in two minutes flat. Umhh, Ahh, Ahh.... As I come up to the top my finger is touching the side of my clit.... Umhh..., It's like a spark..., makes my entire pussy twitch.... Umhhhhh...! When I pull down, my pussy – Ah! Ah!.., splits nicely open to one side and I feel sooooo goood.... Aieee...! I really need to fuck something in there."

Jana could see the as flow of juice increased, trickling down from Dawn's open slit. "Just don't come before you kiss me," she warned. "Umhh.... I want us to kiss together as we cum. I love it when we do that.

"Umhh.... Me too..., I just wish that...,Ahh..., Ahh..., John was here with his camera. Umhh.... I have always wished I could see a photo of us kissing and cumming. It makes me feel so hot!"

"OK girl, come on here," Jana said as she moved up and pulled Dawn down to the floor beside her. She could tell Dawn was not going to hold off her orgasm much longer. "Remember our agreement. No one is going to cum alone."

"Then..., you have to hurry..., because..., I am almost there," Dawn panted." Two sets of two fingers, one set white, the other brown, were now plunging in and out of two very wet pussies, filling the room with squishy, slurpy sounds. The two girls lay side by side on their backs. Jana maneuvered close to Dawn so they could kiss. Each girl sought and held the other in a wet lip lock that would not break until they both came. 

"Dawn? Dawn, open your eyes." In the middle of the mounting frenzy, Jana broke the kiss for a second.

"Umh, Umh, Ahh..., ahh ...."

"Dawn! Don't cum yet. Wait for me....Ahh..., ahhh..., I am almost there! Pinch my nipple! Please.... Pinch it hard! You know I come so easily when you do that. 

Right hand moving in a blur against her pussy and clit, Dawn blindly groped Jana's full chest until she locked on her right nipple and pinched hard. Jana gasped, arching her back and moaning out loud. "I'm going to cum too," she panted.

"Jana, Ahh.... Ahh.... I..., Ahh..., cant..., Ahh... help it! Ahh... Oh God, It's so good! I am going to cum! Ah..., Ah..., Ah.... I am cumming!

"Me too baby, me too.... Ahh....Open your eyes. Look at me! Look at me as you cum! 

The to sets of eyes, one blue, the other a deep brown, looked deep into each other as their owners went into orgasm. Dawn was a brief moment ahead of Jana and let loose with a loud hoarse cry that would have awakened John had he still been awake. As her own orgasm rushed towards her, Jana watched the orgasm hit Dawn. The beautiful brown eyes widened suddenly as the jolt of pleasure hit, glazing and loosing focus. Dawn's face contorted in pleasure as she struggled to maintain her lust-blown gaze on her yet to cum friend. 

Jana felt her own orgasm rising unstoppably as she watched her friend's orgasm. When it hit, it was so powerful she screamed, loosing herself in her friend's eyes. She felt like she was drowning, pouring her soul into her friend's lustful gaze. She had never come so hard before. She loved coming with eyes open, but she had not recently met anyone with whom she felt close enough to do it. 

As the mutual orgasms died down, the two girls instinctively reached for each other, cuddling and pressing sensitive heated breasts to each other. By unspoken understanding, a flushed pink arm worked its way between the two warm bodies to a dark-lipped pussy, cupping it protectively just as a slim dark arm worked its way down to palm a plump pink-lipped pussy. Wet lips continued kissing softly.

"Wow! What a hot show! If I die now, I will have died a happy man." John's bass voice cut though the mutual post-orgasmic daze, bringing the girls back to earth. Turning heads, they saw him leaning against the doorjamb, naked, thick cock sticking out. He looked just damn good. 

"If I never see anything else, my eyes will forever remain satisfied. You girls were amazing! You almost sent a poor guy to heaven. 

But I am being a poor host," he added waving his cock at them. "Can I offer I offer my services in any way?" 

"Which we aim to do before this night is far gone." Jana riposted. She was back in charge. "You can start by freshening up our drinks."

"Gladly, madam, gladly. After your marvelous show, I can only be honored to be at your command." 

"Take care you do not say such things lightly. You can get into very severe trouble, Oh yea man of robust cock. Are you sure you want to mean what you are saying?" 

Jana had a slightly mischievous smile on her face that made John wonder despite his arousal. Then he rationalized to himself that there was no way this could turn out to be a bad thing. After all, given the activities so far, he only had to go with the flow to enjoy what was already the most erotic weekend of his life. He made his decision.

In his best servile voice, he said, "And pray, what might madam desire? Her servant awaits her command."

Jana smiled. "Ah, what a good man—"

"With such a good cock!" Dawn interjected by her side.

"Yes, that too", her friend conceded, "but he needs to keep it hard for us despite anything he might see or hear. Do you think you can manage that?" she asked John, smiling at him as she made a display of stroking Dawn's pussy.

John was intrigued. "The girls did not want to be fucked just yet?" he wondered silently. He was wondered what the hot girl was planning. But curious to find out where it would all lead, he played along. 

"OK, that I think I can strive to manage—Although I can see two very wet pussies that I would very much love to sink this cock into right now."

"All in good time my hot-cocked friend, all in good time," Jana replied. "And don't look so disappointed Dawn, it is time for your lesson." Dawn responded with a little-girl playful pout that only served to make John's cock throb harder.

"What lesson?" he was tempted to ask, but he bit his tongue. 

Jana proceeded with her planning. "John could please be a dear and run along to the bedroom and get us some KY?"

He disappeared in a flash, head full of wicked horny possibilities. "KY? Arsefuck? Was he going to fuck somebody's ass?" He really hoped it was going to be Dawn's. He had fucked her arse before, but never without a struggle to persuade her. With her newfound attitude, he thought, it looked like a distinct possibility he would have her arse on a platter. The thought fired him up. 

When he returned to the living room, KY in hand and precum slicking his cockhead, Dawn was alone, one hand fingering her once again hardened nipples, the other playing between her thighs. 

"Where did Jana disappear to?" he asked, surprised.

"She said something about getting some teaching aids. Just come here and kiss me. I've been missing – No, I am missing you," Dawn replied, holding out her wet fingers for John to lick. He knelt beside her, placed the KY on the sofa and began licking off her juices. His fingers found her pussy and he was about to insert his thick finger when Jana's voice stopped him. 

"Tsk, tsk! I am sorry, but no, you don't. You are not allowed to interfere with the lesson. For now you may only watch and enjoy, BUT don't cum," she warned. She was holding her hands were behind her back, hiding something she had brought back from the kitchen. "You will have a grandstand view if sit here on the sofa" she added, smiling naughtily.

John settled back on the sofa with his cock in hand. He slowly began to pump it as he watched Jana lie down face up, take Dawn's hand, and direct it to her pink-tipped nipples. As Jana started to sigh with pleasure, John gasped. The two green cucumbers that Jana put down on the carpet next to her body were HUGE! Each one was about half again as big as his cock, and was much longer. His arousal increased when he realized that Jana's show was going to involve the fucking of one or both of the girls with the giant vegetables. 

Dawn changed positions so she was now kneeling behind Jana massaging her big pliant breasts. She moved the full globes around, occasionally pulling and tweaking on the pink nipples. Jana spread her legs so she was spread eagled on the floor, pointing her pussy at John and furiously rubbing her clit. Pussy juice started flowing from her slit and down her crease.

Jana started moaning, the moans fast increasing in urgency until it was clear that the writhing girl was soon going to cum. John's cock throbbed as he pumped it, precum oozing freely from the tip as he eagerly watched, expecting to see Jana orgasm right before his eyes. Dawn leaned over Jana's head and started sucking on her nipples, making the masturbating girl writhe and moan louder. It was apparent Jana was going to come any minute.

Then John heard her call out his name. "John? Please hand me one veggie now." He leaned forward much more than he needed to hand over the big cucumber, eager to see close up what she would do. Sitting up, her face flushed, she held out the thick cucumber to him, and with a fake little-girl voice asked, "John, would please lubricate my cock for me?"

"What!?"

"Please put some KY on my cock for me." She was still using the little girl voice and it was driving John crazy.

Leaning right over her, he grabbed both the thick vegetable and the tube of KY jelly. He plopped a thick blob of the jelly on the vegetable, and slowly slid the thick shaft through his palm, in effect fucking his palm. The thing was much thicker than his cock. It was definitely going to be an exciting experience to see Jana fuck herself with it.

Jana reached eagerly for the slicked vegetable as John handed it to her. She leaned back on her elbows, and making a show of it, brought the vegetable's thick rounded tip to her opening pussy. Dawn eagerly leaned over her friend's head so she could see the insertion. She continued massaging her Jana's breasts and twirling her nipples. Leaned over some more, she awkwardly tried to kiss Jana deeply, treating John to the wonderful sight of a slim dark girl sticking her tight ass up in the air as she struggled to kiss her sprawled-out friend. 




A Friend For Us Ch. 03



"Go for it girl, fuck it in!" Dana urged, shortly breaking the kiss while still furiously tugging on Jana's tight nipples. 

Jana's response was first a heartfelt moan, then a deeper animalistic groan as she shoved the first 3 inches of her veggie friend into her sodden pussy. Without warning, she started cumming, writhing and bucking her hips as the intense pleasure of the sudden penetration released her pent-up orgasm. 

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugghh!..." she moaned, as the pleasure spasms rocked her, almost making her lose her grip on the veggie. However, she held on to it, screwing it in deeper into herself as she came.

John was treated to a sight he never would have imagined as he watched her come down from the pleasure peak. Jana's stretched-out quim was tightly pulled around the veggie's thick shaft. The long green vegetable was three quarters of the way inside the beautiful girl. Pussy juice had managed to escape past the tight fit and was running down the crack of her arse. She was still making slight movements, humping her crotch as if she was working to get the rest of the cucumber inside herself.

"I hope you guys enjoyed that as much as I did," Jana said with a slightly breathless voice, smiling seductively up at John. Pausing only slightly to catch her breath, she adjusted her position so the angle was right to fuck herself with the half-buried cucumber. Her clit was again standing straight up like a toy soldier, making John think she was aiming it at him.

He was past the point of conscious control and his turgid cock had entered a state of almost-numbness. The pleasure he felt was not just a hot feeling in his cock but had pooled to all around his mid-section. Yet he knew well that he was on a hair trigger and the slightest touch would send him over the edge.

Jana must have noticed how close he was. "Hey Big Boy," she cautioned in a throaty whisper, "You are looking so nice it would be a mighty shame if you wasted that load. Don't come just yet, there is more to come." 

She said this as she deliberated teased her left forefinger around her clit, almost making John come as he stared. He groaned.

Jana was getting caught up in her own sensations. "OK Dawn," she gasped, "its time for your lesson. Change places with John so you can watch and help."

Dawn knee-walked round closer to Jana's crotch and knelt beside her head. John, eager not to miss the action, sat up straighter on the sofa, fist wrapped around his pulsing organ. He expected that Jana would demonstrate a self pussy-fuck. "Which would be easy enough do," he thought amusedly, "since the shaft is already stuck inside the hole." 

He was wrong. Jana pulled out the glistening vegetable dildo from her grasping pussy as soon as Dawn's face was parked right next to her crotch. He watched as the stretched pussy lips pulled outwards as if reluctantly giving up their thick prize. Then she fished up a generous helping of the pussy juice and KY jelly that was left ringing her open pussy, and she added the load to the juices already on the big shaft. Working deliberately and concentrating on her task, she then carefully applied the same gooey mix inside and around her winking arsehole. 

Her next words sent a throb right into John's cock, when she addressed Dawn in a relatively matter of fact tone.

"Dawn, there are two big things you need to take care of when getting ready to take a fuck up your butt – lubrication and taking it slow. As you can see, I am all nicely greased up now, and let me tell you, the more the better. You can never have enough. If you are afraid that the cock is too big, like you are afraid of Big Boy here," she added with a smile to John, "it is very important that you take care that your butt is opened out gradually. Of course, once you are used to it, you can experiment with instantaneous penetration, but that is always a bit painful, so unless you like some pain, you had better start slow.

"You could start with one finger," she continued, as she easily wormed a slim finger with bright red nail polish inside her arsehole, "and then build up to two or more fingers as you feel comfortable." She illustrated what she meant by introducing a second finger into her tiny hole and then slowly twirling the two slim digits around as she opened herself up.

John could see that she was very much at ease, feeling quite comfortable as she displayed herself. It was obvious that she was hugely enjoying herself. Glancing at Dawn, he saw she was staring at her masturbating friend. His girlfriend's breathing was fast and shallow, and she had a slim hand down between her legs, busy fingering herself in a doggy position. He could tell that she was really hot. 

"Hey Dawn," Jana called out, "it is time for practical lessons. Do you think you could join me? I need some company. We will just try to do everything that I have done so far..., Oh! And John, remember I still want you to hold your cum for me. I want to really enjoy it when you come...."

Dawn was on the move in a flash, which was not surprising considering how hot she was. She propped her head up against the couch as she carefully lay on her back facing Jana. Her hand never left her own crotch. 

"That's real nice Dawn, your pussy is all nicely swollen and wet. You are looking very pretty and sexy," Jana encouraged her friend. "I wish I could eat you right now, but you need to change holes. I want you to play with your nice arsehole for me."

Dawn's fingers changed location almost immediately despite the increasing urge to cum. She desperately wanted to let her body erupt into pleasure but Jana looked so sexy lying there playing with her arsehole that Dawn wanted to be like her. 

Cautiously, she dipped a forefinger down to her own sensitive arsehole. John could see her rosebud twitch, from nervousness, he thought, since she had never engaged in arse play for him. He did not know that Dawn was too far-gone along the way to complete sexual abandon to care.

She tentatively slipped a forefinger into her tight nether hole and involuntarily jumped at how good it felt. She almost came, and had to momentarily stop to regain control. 

Jana could see the effect that Dawn was having on herself. She felt satisfied that her plan was going well. Grinning, she decided to go for the ultimate. 

John meanwhile was mesmerized staring at her, struck by how so wickedly sexy she was. He had never seen her naked before this day, yet here she was, incredibly beautiful and sexy, slowly fucking herself with her fingers on his living room floor. He was almost beside himself with the powerful throbbing in his cock. He needed to spurt his cum very soon.

"Dawn, I will make you a deal," Jana said to her friend. If you can get two fingers inside yourself, I am going to show you how well my arsehole can stretch. After that, Ummhhh..., I assure you that..., Ummhhh..., you will feel the most pleasure..., Unghhh..., you have ever felt..., Anghhh..., in your life.... Just trust me!" she gasped. 

Jana, despite being very aroused, wanted Dawn to continue feeling relaxed and comfortable, as she wanted her pliable to every suggestion. 

When she saw Dawn effortlessly slide a second long finger up into her brown arsehole, she realized the plan had succeeded. She desperately wanted to fuck her friend's arse with the big strap-on that was lying in her overnight bag, but the dildo was so big she had hesitated when Dawn had told her that she was not anally experienced. From what Jana had seen so far however, Dawn was fast on her way to changing that. 

"OK darling, watch this," she said, as she hitched her legs up higher so her plump butt jutted out. Pulling her fingers out from her anus, she reached for the fat cucumber and without further ceremony, slowly slid five fat inches right inside her tight hole. 

She started cumming at the fourth inch, giving John and Dawn a wonderful view of her pussy and arse muscles working, twitching and pulsing. Eyes closed, hips writhing, she pressed the vegetable even deeper into herself. The tight pleasure made her roll over onto her side, holding legs together as she maintained a double handled hold on the thick cylinder in her bottom. A long length of thick vegetable was buried out of sight inside her bottom.

John was startled from the sight by a loud cry as Dawn suddenly orgasmed, the erotic sight too much for her. John stared. Right in front of his eyes, Dawn's arsehole was stretching rhythmically as it moved to accommodate the two slim fingers that were rapidly fucking in and out. Dawn's cries of pleasure seemed to touch off touch off a reaction in Jana, who responded with her own higher pitched moans as she stared to hump onto the artificial cock in her arse. 

She started to cum again, never having come down from her first orgasm. For a long minute, John was treated to the most erotic scene that he had ever seen in his young life. The two girls were singing a duet of sexual pleasure, each other's cries inflaming the other to higher levels of pleasure as the twin orgasms lasted on and on. 

Finally the frenetic activity started to slow down and finally ceased altogether as both girls tired and slowly came down from their sexual highs. For a long second there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the suddenly deep silence. 

Jana stirred first, adjusting the cucumber that she still held stuck deep in her arse to a more comfortable position. Somehow, in the middle of their mutual orgasms, the girls had found each other's legs and they were now intertwined like two pairs of lush snakes. Dawn lay on her back, palm cupping her pussy as she stroked herself lightly. Jana was on her side, and both sweat-slicked chests were heaving from their exertions. Opening her eyes at Jana's movement, Dawn twisted round so she get up to Jana's face, and instinctively moved in for a kiss. 

That is when she noticed the drops on Jana's chest. Looking closer, she started laughing hard.

"What's so funny?" Jana queried lazily. 

"Uhmm..., I thought you told my boyfriend here to hold his cum?

"Yes...?"

"Well, Uhhmm...," Dawn giggled, "I think you should look at your chest."

"Holy fuck! Did you all this come from you John?" I am so soaked!" Looking down, Jana could see that her breasts were splattered with cum. There was cum everywhere. A particularly large drop was slowly sliding in to pool inside her navel. "Dawn, does this guy always come buckets?" 

"Uhm...Uhm.." John could only mumble in embarrassment. "I guess I had enough motivation," was the best he could come up with. 

Jana laughed, but kindly. "I bet! You just disobeyed my instructions and came all over the place and you are still standing there with that snake of yours still looking like it has some life. Come on over here," she said, reaching up with her left hand to direct his semi-hard cock into her mouth. 

"And Dawn", she said, momentarily taking her mouth off John's growing cock-head, "please clean up after your big boyfriend here. He left quite a big mess."

And so they formed a chain, the dark haired beauty licking her boyfriend's shiny semen off her girlfriend's sweat-slicked body, the girlfriend sucking the boyfriend's stiffening cock, grinning boyfriend devouring the sight with eager eyes. 

John's cock slowly stiffened in Jana's mouth until she had to struggle a bit to get past the thick, flared head. She worked hard at it until she completely swallowed the long shaft, head deep inside her throat. Her lips made contact with his pubic hair just as Dawn came up close by her face, licking off the last drops of semen from Jana's cheek. She snuggled up against Jana, warm cheek to cock-filled cheek, making Jana moan loudly. The vibrations sent delightful tingles though the thickness of John's cock. 

Very aroused, Jana dropped her left arm to touch her very wet pussy as she maintained her hold on the thick vegetable that was still snug in her slick back passage. She continued making small rocking movements as she enjoyed Dawns caress.

It was obvious that the girls were getting turned on again. Dawn was running her palms all over Jana's body, kneading her breasts and brushing hands all the way down to the wet junction between her friend's thighs. She would trace the circle-joint where the cucumber was buried into Jana's arse then move up again to tease Jan's clit, up and round, round and round. 

Finally, with a deep throaty moan, Jana sucked her mouth away from John's hardened cock and hugged Dawn close, writhing and grinding her hips against her best friend's crotch. It looked like she had had a small orgasm. 

John watched as the girls hugged and kissed, then stared in fascination as the vegetable in Jana's arse slowly slid out, making her moan in disappointment. 

"Put it back in, please put it back in," Jana whispered loudly. "Fuck me with that damned thing!" she commanded.

John moved to obey, a thrill running through him. He was going to shove the long thick vegetable up his girlfriend's best friend's arse, and she was begging him to do it!

Dawn made it even better. She broke the kiss and looked lovingly at her friend. "And when he has fucked it into you, I want you to fuck me with the other one..." she whispered shyly, smiling.

John could not believe his ears. Dawn's newfound boldness amazed him. The evening had already developed into his wildest fantasy coming true. Although he couldn't help comparing his cock with the thick slick vegetable the young girl wanted fucked up her arse, he definitely didn't mind. The prospect of making his girlfriend's best friend cum by fucking her in the arse with a thick cucumber was simply too much of a treat. His cock could come later. 

He picked the veggie and watched as Jana got into position. She knelt and rested on her forearms so her nice big arse jutted up and out. John could see the plump split of her wet pussy as clearly as he could observe the pink dilated hole that she wanted fucked. Despite just having released the thick cucumber, the hole looked tiny. Dawn came round to kneel next to him, staring fascinated at her friend's arse hole.

"Aww...Please fuck me, you guys," Jana's almost pleading voice cut into the awestruck silence. She wriggled her butt, presenting it to John to fuck. 

He centered his aim and tentatively touched the cucumber to Jana's puckered hole. 

"No!" She almost shouted. "Fuck me, damn it! Don't play with me. I want that thing up my arse. Fuck my arsehole!"

"Fuck her," Dawn urged, looking at John with shining eyes. She was excited knowing that she too would be soon similarly penetrated.

John obliged, strongly but smoothly sliding the thick vegetable back inside the depths of Jana's arse in one long thrust. He ignored Jana's gasp as the thickness penetrated her, acted like he did not hear her heartfelt, "Oh God!" that was almost a shout, and tried to remain fixed onto her bucking behind as she was rocked by another orgasm. She continued coming as the long vegetable slid fully into her. Finally, 8 thick inches were buried into the big arse in front of the two fascinated lovers, and John's fist pressed against Jana's hot butt. Her rapid breathing filled the room. 

"God Jana, you look so damn sexy," Dawn whispered as she reached down caress her friends arse. Jana collapsed onto her side, and Dawn went in to kiss her.

The two girls were soon intertwined, lying on their sides, crotch to crotch, and kissing passionately. Both arses, one slim and dark, the other nicely plump and pink were working as they ground crotches into each other. John had to work to maintain his hold on the cucumber.

Dawn's searching fingers were running all over her friend's body, soothing and caressing her as the heat built up. Moving lower, she suddenly encountered the hardness of the cucumber inserted into her friend's anus. She remembered and convulsed once with a gasp. 

She looked up at John with lust stoned eyes and demanded, "I want it too. Now!" She was too far gone to care about anything but duplicating the sexy feeling she could feel in her mind's eye. "Fuck my arse too!"

Now John had a problem. He had to lubricate the second cucumber to fuck Dawn's arse, and he did not want to remove the one inside Jana. He needed help. 

"Here, you have to help," he asked Dawn. "Hold this one inside Jana," he suggested, offering the embedded cucumber to her. He noted the speed at which she rose up on one elbow and took the protruding shaft from his palm. As he twisted to one side to collect the second veggie and the KY jelly, he noticed Dawn start to fuck the vegetable in and out of her friend. The two girls started moaning at the same time. 

The long vegetable was soon greased up, and none too soon because he could hear the girls' cries increasing in intensity. He hurried, taking the first vegetable away from Dawn's tight grip and pushing her back down to kiss her girl friend.

Kneeling astride their intertwined legs, he carefully held the Jana's cucumber inside her by pressing it against his thigh. With both hands free he was able to carefully split open Dawn's ass cheeks and locate the asshole. He spat onto it, watching as it twitched and clenched, then carefully touched the thick cucumber to it. Holding up her right cheek with his right hand, he slowly pressed in the cucumber into the tight arsehole.

Dawn's scream was muffled inside Jana's mouth who choose that moment to swallow her frieind's tongue. Moving his right hand back to Jana's cucumber, John now held the two vegetables fucked up the girls' bottoms. As he slowly pushed the rest of the cucumber up inside Dawn, he started to fuck Jana slowly. 

Jana went wild, kissing her girlfriend all over and helping her to achieve her first orgasm on the cucumber. John felt it as Dawn's arsehole suddenly loosened up then tighten up as she sharply came. Jan came herself shortly thereafter, actually squirting her juice all over Dawns crotch, which made Dawn come again, moaning, panting and slobbering all over Jana's lips. 

The girls and John soon established a crazy rhythm, one girl's orgasm triggering the other's and John's double handed fucking find its own rhythm to keep the sexual symphony going. John concentrated on the girls' orgasmic cries. Dawn's orgasms were sharper than Jana's were, she would convulse harder and more strongly, no doubt because of her better muscle tone, and she would scream louder. 

Jana's orgasms seemed to start right from her toes and would build up relatively slowly, increasing in intensity until she was trembling like a mare in heat before she going over the top with the sweetest, softest cry John had ever heard. 

He got down to the business of seriously fucking the girls, fucking them through countless orgasms until they could not stand anymore and begged for mercy. He did not and fucked them some more still, until they started really begging for mercy between orgasms. Still he did not stop until they both lay limp and fucked out, cradling each other in their arms. That is when he stopped and tenderly slipped out the thick vegetables. Getting to his knees above them, he only needed to pump his engorged cock thrice before he sprayed his come all over the drained girls' faces. Then he collapsed with a groan onto the semen soaked heap of hot flesh.

Just before drifting off to sleep, Jana lifted a drooping eyelid and saw John's cute butt down his back. An image of the unused dildo in her bag came to her mind. As her friends' rhythmic breathing deepened and slowed down, she was smiling, lost in a sleepy dream, making use of her favorite dildo...



A Friend for Valentine's



Sophia and I sat together at the downtown Burger King, enjoying a meal together away from campus. It was nearly dark out, nasty, cold, and wet. Frozen rain pelted the windows. As I looked out on Campus Drive, the window acted as a mirror. I looked at my pasty, pale, freckled skin and my bright red, curly, unruly hair that was way overdue for a trim. Then I looked across the table at Sophia: strikingly beautiful with short-cropped, thick dark brown hair, olive-toned skin, high cheek bones, and the largest, most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen.

Clearly we didn't belong together. And we weren't together, at least not in that way. We lived in the same dorm, and had been very good friends since the middle of last semester, when Sophia was feeling overwhelmed by school and needed someone to talk to. She grabbed my arm one afternoon, and we went to the student union, talking through her anxieties over a large bowl of Dairy Sciences Ice Cream. Since then, whenever one of us felt the weight of life had gotten too great, we could count on the other to drop everything and be available.

"It's Valentine's Day," I said. "How come you're not having dinner with Damien?" Damien was Sophia's boyfriend: Six-foot-four, half-Chilean, with chiseled facial features and an equally chiseled physique. He was the classic tall, dark, and handsome man, and everything I wasn't.

"He's in the lab. Again," she said with a sigh.

"Well, that's how grad school is," I said. "Indentured servitude. How many patents has his lab team now produced for the university?"

"Just the one."

"Still," I said, "they really push those research assistants. It's like a 100-hour-per-week job and they get, what, twenty grand a year?"

"Plus free tuition and fees," Sophia pointed out. "Anyway, he can't be with me now, but he'll make it up to me tonight," she said with a smile.

I felt a little bit embarrassed and had to fight not to blush.

Sophia looked a bit distant, like she was focusing on some point two miles behind my shoulder. "He makes me feel... so secure. So protected. When he holds me, and just towers above me, I feel like nothing in the world can hurt me. It's... I don't know if you understand, as a man, what that's like."

After a brief, uncomfortable silence, I said, "Maybe, when I was little and got hurt and my parents would be there for me... I'm sorry, that was a really stupid comparison. Forget I said anything... just... stupid."

I looked away from Sophia, back into the window getting pounded with sleet, feeling dejected. Sophia reached across the table and placed one of her hands over mine. "No, Phil," she said. "That isn't a bad comparison at all. Your parents made you feel safe and warm and loved, and that's how Damien makes me feel. At least..." and her voice trailed off.

I looked at Sophia and she had that distant look in her eyes again. I didn't know what to make of it, so I didn't press the issue. If she was having problems with her boyfriend, she'd talk to me about it, wouldn't she? I mean, we were friends and all. Everything she had said about him told me they had a great relationship.

Sophia sighed heavily. "Anyway... We should get back to the dorm. I know you've got that programming assignment to work on, and I have some... stuff to do before I meet Damien tonight."

We walked out of Burger King into the driving sleet. It was frigid and wet and ugly out. Sophia latched onto my arm, staying close to me for warmth and balance as we walked. I couldn't help but be excited; I knew I didn't have a chance in hell with her, especially with that perfect boyfriend of hers, but that didn't mean I wasn't wildly attracted to her. In fact, I hoped she didn't notice the shift in the way I walked as I immediately hardened in response to her closeness.

Fifteen icy minutes later, we were back at our dorm. Built in the 1920s, it was an all-stone exterior with a courtyard in the middle. The courtyard had a gate; I guess back when it was built they locked the students in at night. It was an upperclassmen dorm, and all of the rooms were single. That was something I was glad for after two years of having a roommate. Sophia and I lived on opposite ends of the courtyard from one another. We walked through the entrance to my part of the dorm and up to my room. Sophia walked in with me.

"Oh, Phil, you were going to show me that video, you know, the one on Xtube?"

Ah, one thing I didn't mention, a fascinating little aspect of our relationship, is we would watch porn together. One day last December we were walking downtown to do some Christmas shopping together, and Sophia just asked, out of nowhere,

"Phil, do you watch porn?"

Of course were this any other woman on earth, I would have denied it. But I knew I could be honest with Sophia and she wouldn't shun me. Besides, it was no great secret what guys did online when the door was closed.

"Well, yeah, of course I do."

This started a long conversation about the oddities of the art form. It turned out Sophia was fascinated with porn, seemingly to me more as an intellectual interest than an erotic one. After that, we would regularly find whatever strange or unusual videos that we could online. To humor her one time, I even sat through a ten-minute gay love scene with her. It was the most uncomfortable 600 seconds of my life.

"Aren't you the least bit interested in how the other team plays?" she asked.

"No, can't say that I really am. Sorry."

This evening's feature was an amateur webcam video I found. Sophia threw her soaking wet coat and her backpack in my closet and sat down on the bed, while I sat in front of my computer and called up the video. It was very low quality and badly lit, but we could clearly make out the setting: it was in someone's living room, with a couch right in front of the camera. A short, pixie-haired woman and a tall, skinny man entered the frame. She was dressed in frilly lingerie, while he was dressed in ordinary street clothes. Both of them stood, their sides facing the camera.

After a brief amount of kissing, the woman unbuckled the man's pants and pushed them down. Then she extracted from his boxers what had to be the most ridiculously huge member either of us had ever seen. She got down on her knees and began to make love to this man's mammoth dick. She kissed it and licked it, and got as much of it in her mouth as she could, which wasn't much.

"Ouch!" Sophia said. "How could you possibly... with that?"

"That's not why I showed you this one. Check out the cat."

On the back of the couch, clearly in the grainy video, there sat a cat, calmly cleaning itself, paying no attention to the petite woman going down on the human tripod.

"Oh my God, that's hysterical!" Sophia said.

After a few more minutes of head, the scene changed. Now they were both naked. He sat on the couch while she, facing forward, lowered herself on his coke-can-thick phallus and slowly began moving up and down. And right next to them, on the arm of the couch, apparently fast asleep, was the cat. The couple went on fucking for several minutes while the cat happily slept, paying no mind at all to the mating pair next to it.

We both were in hysterics by the end of the video. 

"Thanks for showing me that, Phil. I don't know what I can find to top that one." Then she looked at her watch. "Oh, crap, I have to run and get ready. Catchya later!"

Sophia ran off to her side of the dorm, and I got to work on my programming assignment. It wasn't all that bad: mainly an exercise in how an OS might translate virtual memory addresses. Not that that's going to mean a lot to anyone reading right now. I mean, I have a tendency to talk about my work like it's interesting to other people when I know it's not, and end up just rambling and boring people.

Sorry.

Anyway, after about 45 minutes of work, I noticed Sophia left her backpack in my closet. Figuring she would want that back ASAP, I grabbed it and ran across the courtyard to her wing. I knocked on her door.

"Just a minute... almost ready..."

I didn't know what she needed to be ready for. But then she opened the door.

Sophia stood wearing a giant red bow. And not much else. The bow hid her breasts, and the ribbons fell down to her waist, mostly obscuring what looked to be an extremely skimpy pair of red lace panties. She wore red stockings that came up to mid-thigh, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Her face was dramatically made up, with a red heart drawn on each cheek. I stood gaping at my friend for what seemed to be minutes, but in reality was a fraction of a second.

Sophia yelped and slammed the door in my face. Then she opened it, just a crack.

"Oh crap, oh crap, Phil, I'm sooooo sorry! I thought you were Damien. Pleeeeease, can you forget you saw this?"

I'm not sure which of us was more embarrassed. I was embarrassed and turned on, though.

"I'll just... I'll just go back to my room," I said. "I'm really, really sorry."

I headed back to my room, still carrying Sophia's bag with me. I tried to get back to my assignment, but the image of my friend's sexy outfit had burned itself into my brain, and I couldn't think of anything else. I tried taking a cold shower. That didn't help, so I switched to a hot shower and jerked off. That helped a little bit.

Calmed down a bit, I started some reading I had to do for a poli sci course I was taking. I got most of the way through it when my phone rang. I picked it up and at first all I could hear was sobbing on the other end. Then,

"Phil?" It was Sophia.

"Sophia? What happened? Are you ok?" I asked.

"No, I'm NOT," she said between sniffs. "I re...really n...need someone over here right now. Can you pl...please come over?"

"Right away," I said softly, hanging up the phone. I threw on some clothes, grabbed her bag once more, and ran down the stairs, out the door, across the courtyard, and up the stairs to her door. I knocked.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's me. It's Phil."

"Come in," she said quietly.

I entered, quickly closing and locking the door behind me. Sophia was curled up on her bed, still dressed in her Valentine's outfit. She had her legs pulled up to her chest. I hated myself for looking, but between her legs I could see her sheer red panties, which did little to obscure her pussy lips. I tore my eyes away quickly, hoping she didn't see me look. The bow tied around her chest had also slipped, and I caught a glimpse of one of her nipples behind her knees. I decided the best thing to do was avert my eyes.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Hi," I said, staring at a poster on the wall opposite her. It was of the Pyramids at Giza. "Do you... um, do you want to talk about it?"

Sophia sighed. "Not yet. It's too fresh." She blew her nose; I could hear the unmistakable gurgling sound. "I just need someone here."

"I'm here for you," I said, lamely.

"Can you... can you please come sit next to me?" she asked.

Trying not to look at her, I slowly, carefully backed up towards the bed and sat down. She wrapped her arms around my midsection and rested her face on my shoulder. She was wearing an exotic-smelling perfume - not overpowering, but enough to captivate my sense of smell. I wasn't sure what to do, where to put my hands. I decided just to keep them at my sides - not to touch her in any way. The worst part, to my great shame, was that I had an erection. I tried to shift my legs to conceal it from her.

We sat that way for several minutes, saying nothing. Sophia didn't cry, but she sighed a few times, and squeezed me with her arms. I continued to look straight forward, focusing my gaze on the Pyramids.

Finally, I had to say something. "Damien's not coming, is he?" I asked, knowing the answer was obvious.

"No. He's not," she said quietly. "He called me a little while ago to let me know that." She paused for a bit and took another couple of deep breaths. "I also found out that half the time he said he was in the lab, he was with someone else. And that I just didn't interest him anymore."

I took a look at her for the first time since averting my eyes. Even with her eye makeup comically smudged and running down her face, even with the silly heart painted on each cheek, she was still a stunningly beautiful woman. How she could become "uninteresting" to anyone was a mystery to me.

"I mean, it makes sense," she continued. "We haven't fucked in two months."

I did a double-take at her and blinked. Despite our porn-watching sessions, it still shocked me to hear that from her. She had never once mentioned her sex life to me, and I would never have expected her to use the blunt verb "fucked." Maybe "slept together," or "made love."

"I... I don't know what to say," I said, not knowing what to say. "I'm really sorry." More for her getting dumped than for her two-month dry spell. I hadn't gotten any since my last girlfriend dumped me nine months before.

"I'm just glad you're here. I couldn't imagine getting through tonight alone."

"I only have one class on Friday, and it's at 1:15, so I can spend as much time here as you'd like," I told her. "I can even sleep on the floor!" I joked.

Sophia hugged me tightly and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could feel my face turning red. "Thank you, Phil! You don't know how much it means to me, having you here."

I felt my breathing get just a bit more shallow and my pulse quicken. I wanted to see Sophia the way she saw me: as a best friend, as a confidant. But I had a knockout brunette cuddled next to me wearing nothing but thigh-high stockings, panties, and a ribbon, and it was getting hard to keep my mind off of anything other than sex. Despite having jacked off earlier, I started to worry I would cream my jeans. How would I explain that one to her?

I got the feeling that despite my discomfort, she was perfectly at ease. As she continued to hold me, she moved one hand down over the outside of my thigh and to my knee. I decided I ought to hold her as well. To comfort her. I cradled her head with one hand, and placed the other around her bare waist. The feel of her naked skin sent another erotic surge through my body. It was almost torture for me.

Sophia nuzzled her face into the space between my shoulder and neck. She sighed, and I could feel her warm breath against the skin of my neck. It felt electric. She smiled and made a contented "Mmmmmm" sound. We leaned back against the wall. I started to relax, and could even feel my erection die down.

After a few minutes of sitting like that, Sophia said to me, out of nowhere, "Did your last girlfriend ever suck your dick?" My cock surged back to full hardness, straining inside my jeans. My body tensed up and my breathing became rapid once more.

I didn't know what to do other than answer the question honestly. "Um, yeah, she did, now and then. Usually it was... well, right before sex. You know, as foreplay."

"I've..." she started. "I've never... "

I blinked at her.

"I've never... done that to a guy. I tried to several times with Damien but he never would let me."

I was shocked. "Wouldn't let you... you know?"

"Yeah," she said. "He said that was for 'whores,' and it was no place for a 'lady's' face to be. That he wouldn't want to kiss a woman who did that."

"Wow," I said. "That's... different."

"I see girls giving... um... giving blowjobs in these videos, and it looks... so... exciting. I've always wanted to..."

How on earth was I going to get through this evening? This was more than any man should have to bear.

Sophia's breath was starting to get heavy - nearly as heavy as mine. "Phil, I want to ask you something, but... I don't know. You're such a wonderful friend..." (Worst words a guy can hear from a smoking-hot woman.) "...and I don't know if friends can do this. You know, and not ruin the friendship, or make things weird."

"What is it?" I asked. She couldn't possibly...

"It's just... I see those videos we watch, and those women giving head, and it just... does something inside of me. I don't know what. But it fascinates me, and I want so badly to try it. At the same time I'm worried about trying that on someone I'm dating, because I'm afraid they would see me as a 'whore,' and they wouldn't respect me."

"You're not a whore if you give a blowjob," I said, feeling just a bit indignant at this attitude Sophia seemed to have picked up from Damien. "Everyone gives blowjobs," I said, quickly blushing. "I mean, women. Er, straight women. And gay guys, too." 

"See, that's what I love about you." Did she just use the word love? "I know you won't judge me. You're so cool that way."

I still couldn't believe what I knew was coming. "What were you going to ask me, though?" I said.

"Well," she said, obviously trying to gather up the nerve, "Can you and I... as friends... I mean... can I, maybe... suck your dick? Just to see what it's like?"

Oh jeez. This was insane. Could friends just give friends blowjobs? There was no way we could do this and keep the friendship as we knew it intact. Then again, she had already crossed a line just suggesting such a thing, and there was no way things couldn't get awkward. Even if I said no, nothing would ever be the same between us. In fact, things would likely be more awkward if I did say no.

On the other hand, she was hurt, lonely, feeling rejected. Vulnerable. Would I be "taking advantage of her" if I let her do what she was suggesting? Put that way, it was wrong. And at the same time it felt perfectly fine. We were so... comfortable together. This clearly was something she needed; otherwise she wouldn't have taken the enormous risk of suggesting it.

My base desires were screaming at me to say yes. I rationalized my decision by convincing myself that after she had put herself on the line like this, to reject her would only add to the pain she was going through. The bottom line was that it just felt right.

"Yes," I said softly. "I would like that. I mean, if it's really something you want to do." I had to at least give her an out. "If you aren't absolutely, one hundred percent sure you want to do this, you shouldn't, though."

Sophia swung around in front of me and looked me straight in the eyes, her face two inches from mine. "I am absolutely, one hundred percent sure I want to do this." She then kissed me passionately, her tongue prying apart my reluctant mouth. Her hand moved down to my crotch, rubbing the bulge she found there. Any reservations I may have had at this point dissolved.

She got up from the bed and walked across the room, revealing for the first time to me that her panties were a thong. The back disappeared between the firm, round, smooth halves of her ass. I was no longer shy about looking; I stared at her. Her back away from me, she removed what was left of the bow around her chest, letting it drop to the floor. Her bare back was soft and gentle, but just a little bit muscular. 

She grabbed a bathrobe and threw it on, then turned to face me. "I'm going to clean up my face. I know I'm a mess right now," she told me, grabbing her makeup kit and a few tissues. She slipped on a pair of pink bunny slippers, which looked comical over her red stockings. The last thing I wanted to do at this moment was giggle, though.

Sophia closed the door behind her, and for the first time I noticed the hiss of the radiator and how warm it was in the room. The heat in our dorm had two settings: fucking freezing, and surface of the sun. I took off my sweatshirt and hung it up with my coat in her closet. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, I wasn't sure if I should have gotten any more undressed. I decided to let her undress me, if that's what she was going to do.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Maybe it was some kind of joke, or a test. Maybe Damien was listening out in the hallway, ready to pummel me if I went along with Sophia's temptations. But I knew it wasn't a joke. Somehow I knew when Sophia was serious and when she was joking. There was nothing but utter sincerity in her offer, and I could read behind her eyes that this was something that she needed. For some reason she required this validation of her womanhood - the ability to please a man this way. I was excited more for being there to help her than for the fact that I was about to get blown by a beautiful woman, if that makes any sense at all.




A Friend for Valentine's



I sat back down on the bed and leaned back against the wall. The wait was impossible, and all the while my cock was straining inside my jeans and I was trying to fight back the butterflies in my stomach. All I could hear was the hiss of the radiator, the sleet bouncing off the window, and the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. I was so worried I was somehow going to screw this up, or that it would go horribly wrong and destroy our friendship forever. As the seconds ticked by, I started to wonder if I should find some way of backing out.

Finally, Sophia returned from the bathroom. Her makeup had been restored to what I had only caught a glimpse of earlier that night. Her dramatic eye makeup played up the beauty and slightly exotic nature of her brown eyes. Her skin had a warm glow, and the hearts on her cheeks, far from being kitsch or silly, added a perfect accent to an already perfect face. Any thoughts of backing out evaporated the moment I saw her.

She slipped off her slippers, then, standing in front of me, let her robe fall to the floor. Now that she was facing me I tried not to stare at her body, covered in nothing from the thighs up except the tiniest piece of sheer red lace. She was practically nude.

Noticing I was only looking her in the eyes, she smiled and put her hands underneath her breasts, pushing them up. "These are my boobs," she said. "Go ahead, you can look at them if you want." I smiled and accepted her invitation. Her breasts weren't large, but they were every bit as beautiful as on any centerfold I had ever seen. I looked back into her eyes, and we held each other's gaze as she walked towards me and slowly sank to her knees.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and she spread my legs apart and got between them. She looked up at me with yearning in her eyes as she ran an open hand along both of my thighs, finally coming together at my crotch. She slowly unzipped me and reached inside my fly. The feeling of her reaching around inside my briefs, her soft hand exploring around my cock and balls, was delicious. After a bit of a struggle she was able to maneuver my penis so that she could extract it from my jeans.

For a moment she simply held my rock-hard erection in her hand. She tilted her head up towards me, and I leaned down towards her. Our lips met and we kissed passionately. With one hand I caressed the back of her head, feeling her soft hair between my fingers. She placed one hand around my back, while her other hand stroked up and down my dick. It was a little bit uncomfortable, being dry, but I didn't care enough to say anything about it.

Sophia broke our kiss and looked straight at me with fire in her eyes, her face a mask of wicked passion. She sank back down so that her face, her beautiful, beautiful face, was right in front of my cock. All the time she never broke eye contact with me. With her hand she guided it towards her lips and slowly, tentatively at first, licked the head. A shudder of pleasure went through me. She started taking long, slow licks up the shaft, like someone might eat an ice cream cone. Each lick felt warm and luxurious. I had forgotten how wonderful this felt.

I moaned. She responded by closing her mouth around the head and swirling her tongue around the tip. Then, bit by bit, she took more of me in her mouth, all the while swirling her tongue around me. The feeling of warm wetness enveloping me was indescribable. I moaned more loudly this time and carefully leaned forward, freeing my hands to play with her hair.

Sophia started bobbing her head up and down on me, just like she had seen in all of the porn videos we had watched. All the while she never let go of me with her hand, which was now gripping the base of my cock. I was hard as steel, and I'm sure she sensed that as she continued to move her head up and down. For a moment her teeth grazed me.

"Ouch! Teeth!" I said.

"Ah-wee," she apologized, her mouth still around my shaft. Her eyes smiled at me. I smiled back at her.

She brought her other hand over to my dick, and started stroking my saliva-slick rod with both hands as she continued to move her head up and down. She would pull off of me with her mouth and pump me with both hands, then go back down on me and bob up and down, then pull off again, pump me, then go back down. Sometimes she would pull off of me and lick me up and down. I loved the variety in how she pleasured me. I couldn't believe how expertly she handled my manhood. She must have paid good attention to what she'd seen.

While she drove me to higher plateaus of pleasure, I moved my hands from her hair down to her shoulders, rubbing and caressing them. When I leaned forward even more to reach for her breasts, she let out a load, low moan. I could just reach her nipples, and started lightly playing with them. This drove her to suck and lick and stroke my cock even more passionately.

I started feeling that familiar pressure build up in my loins. My cock started to throb, and I think Sophia sensed this, as she let out a low growl and her eyes drilled straight into my own. We were both breathing heavily as her oral ministrations became more urgent. I could see her nostrils flare as she struggled to take in enough air. It was amazing, seeing that angelic face, with the innocent-looking hearts painted on it, in such a lewd situation.

"I'm going to come soon," I said softly.

"Mmmmmmm," was all she said in response, as she quickened her pace even more.

"I just... want... to warn you," I said between breaths. I had never come in a girl's mouth before. I moved my hands back towards her head and ran my fingers through her hair.

"Mmmmmmm," she said once more, and started moving her hand up and down my shaft as she continued to bob her head, my own hands moving along with her. 

Suddenly, my body tensed up, and I held her head still as a flash of white light shot across my eyes and hot seed surged up my shaft. Sophia impaled her head onto my cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth. I felt a massive burst surge out of me, followed by several more. I held onto Sophia's head for dear life, and my legs wrapped themselves around her back.

Sophia growled in appreciation. She gently sucked on me as I finished filling her mouth with my seed. When at last I finished spurting, she pulled away and opened her mouth, revealing it to be full of my semen. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened it again to show it was all gone.

"Mmmm," she said. "Tasty." She then squeezed my dick with both hands, wringing any remaining jizz out of it. A large, pearly-white ball formed on the tip, which she lovingly licked off. As she pulled away, it left a string from my dick to her tongue. She quickly took me in her mouth once more and pulled away cleanly, giggling while she did. I laughed as well.

I had never come so hard in my life, nor so soon after coming previously.

Sophia got up off her knees and sat on the bed next to me. I sheepishly put my softening dick back in my jeans and zipped up. Sophia put her arms around me and embraced me tightly.

"Thank you," she said.

"I feel like I'm the one who should thank you," I replied. "That was... amazing. Mind-blowing."

"Heh. You said, 'blowing,'" she said.

I hugged her back and we both held each other tight. Then, on sudden impulse, knowing she hadn't rinsed her mouth, I kissed her deeply, probing my tongue into her mouth. I think under ordinary circumstances I would have been reluctant to do so, but I felt like I needed to show her that she wasn't dirty, and that what she did didn't devalue her in any way. To my surprise, I could taste very little of myself. There was some muskiness, but that quickly went away the longer we kissed.

For several minutes we simply sat on the bed, hugging and kissing. I could tell she was immensely turned on, and despite the fact that it would be some time before I would be hard again, I felt excited as well. My immediate physical needs were taken care of, but I felt something deeper, something more spiritual than physical, that wasn't anywhere near being satiated.

I positioned myself in front of her and began kissing her on her cheek, moving towards her ear. I sucked on her earlobe and she made a contented hum. I kissed down the side of her neck, then down towards her breasts. I finally came to her left breast and looked into her eyes. She nodded, sensing that I somehow needed her approval. I took her hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Sophia gave another moan of approval. After sucking on her left, I moved to her right nipple and gave it the same treatment. Her nipples were so puffy, so pointy, and her breasts felt so soft against my face. I savored the way they felt when I pressed myself into them.

When I had finished sucking her breasts, I continued kissing down the front of her body, towards her navel. I motioned for her to move to the head of the bed, and I got between her legs. I kissed down towards her crotch, then skipped over it and kissed each of her inner thighs. When I licked her there, she gave out a gasp. I stared at the strip of sheer lace that was right in front of my face now. It really left nothing to the imagination: her slit was clearly visible. 

We were friends, and I felt as friends we were equals, and I wanted more than anything to do for her what she had done for me. I looked into her eyes as I placed a hand on each side of her hips and lightly pulled at her thong. She nodded in response to my unspoken question, but then stopped me quickly.

"Wait," she said. "Before you do that, I want you to undress."

For the first time since Sophia had swallowed my cum, I felt my penis begin to reawaken. It was just a twitch, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I could get hard again. I responded to Sophia's request by pulling my shirt over my head. She smiled in response. When I took off my jeans, she started laughing. It almost broke the mood.

"I'm sorry, Phil, but please, PLEASE, for the love of God, switch to boxers. Tighty-whities are ridiculous on a grown man."

I apologized for my choice in underwear. "I'll get some boxers this weekend," I said.

"Whatever you do, please just take them off NOW," she said, giggling. I complied.

She whistled at me, so I flexed my puny muscles at her. She smiled at me again in response. Then, I got back on the bed and slid Sophia's thong off. I looked at it dangling in my hand. It was amazing that such a tiny piece of material was all that separated her from nudity. I tossed it on the floor. I also removed her stockings. I don't know why, but I wanted her to be just as naked as I was. There also was the pleasant side effect that when she straightened out her legs so I could slide them off, her pussy spread open for me.

I got back between her legs, lay down on my stomach, and resumed kissing her inner thighs. Sophia wrapped her bare legs around my bare back. I finally worked my way up to her pussy. She was very well trimmed. Her mound had a patch of short hair, but the rest of the area, including her lips, was cleanly shaved. I gently licked one of her outer labia, then the other.

"Oh my God," she whispered.

I continued licking the outside of her lips. I could tell from her scent that she was turned on and probably quite wet. The smell of her arousal combined deliciously with her perfume. I couldn't imagine a more erotic scent. I licked gently along her inner lips, tasting for the first time her tangy inner juices. She gasped, and her legs tightened around my back. I worked my tongue deeper into her.

"Oh, wow," she said, throwing her head back.

I started licking up and down her inner lips, purposely avoiding her clit. I wanted to slowly build the intensity of the pleasure I was giving her. Now it was her turn to play with my hair. As I moved my tongue up and down, and back and forth along her delicate folds, she twirled her finger through my curly hair.

"This is soooo wonderful," she panted.

Meanwhile, my dick was slowly, very slowly starting to grow beneath me. I reached under myself and flipped it upwards, so it was pointing towards my stomach. With my full tongue, I lapped at Sophia's pussy and with my lips I kissed and gently sucked on her inner labia. She started clawing at my scalp in response. Finally, I moved my tongue up to the button of flesh at the top of her lips. I pressed the tip of my tongue into her clit and made tight circles around it. Sophia went nuts.

"Oh Phil... oh Phil... Oh GOD that's so good!"

I smiled mentally and continued tonguing Sophia's clit. I watched her as she threw her head back and forth and clutched wildly at my hair. I watched the underside of her perfect breasts rise and fall as her breath quickened. She wasn't coming, but she sure was enjoying my attention. I reached up and started playing with her breasts. I was in absolute heaven, giving pleasure to someone who was not only a gorgeous woman, but a good friend and dear to my heart.

After a few more moments of this, though, she gently pushed my head away. "Too much! It's... too much," she said between breaths.

"What's wrong," I asked, getting up and kneeling on the bed in front of her.

"Too much stimulation. I can't take anymore. It's not going to make me come, not like that," she told me.

"Do you... do you want to just stop?" I asked, a bit disappointed. I loved what we had done that night, but I didn't want it to be over. I really wanted her to come.

Sophia looked between my legs at my erection, then into my eyes. "I want you inside me."

Another line to cross. I didn't really think there was any turning back after this one. A little head between friends, just one night, and we could laugh about it over beers in the future. But this? I just wasn't sure.

She seemed to read my thoughts. "I want you inside me," she repeated. She reached into a drawer on her bedside table, pulled out a condom and offered it to me. "Don't fucking analyze this, Phil. Just do it. You know you want it, you know I want it. I don't know what this means for our relationship, and I don't give a fuck right now. All I know is that no man has ever made me feel the way I do right now. Please. We'll deal with the consequences later."

There she was, in front of me, on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide, waiting for me to wrap up. Her breathing was ragged, and her brown eyes were hooded with lust. I couldn't say no to this. I rolled the condom on and positioned myself between her legs. I slowly but easily entered her. Between her own arousal, my going down on her, and the condom lube, there was no trouble getting in.

I pushed all the way in, and she embraced me and held me close to her. Sophia whispered into my ear, "Thank you, Phil, you don't have any idea how much I need this. And what it means to have this from you!"

I started thrusting very slowly and gently. She picked up my rhythm and moved with me. We leisurely made love on her bed for a few minutes while kissing each other deeply. It might have been because I had already been satisfied, but it was the kissing that excited me much more than the screwing. Seeing Sophia's model-beautiful face, and being able to know that beauty so intimately, that was what thrilled me there, in that moment. To this day I believe kissing is more intimate an act than mere coitus.

We started moving more rapidly together and Sophia let out a low growl of approval. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Be my sex beast, Phil. I love the feel of your cock in my pussy. Your cock is so wonderful!" This was like a different person, but... no, this was still Sophia, saying these dirty things. I felt a bit embarrassed, because I hadn't ever heard her talk this way, but at the same time it seemed perfectly natural, as if I had released something that had always been there.

"Let's flip over," she said. "I wanna ride that magnificent cock of yours. Have you ever had a girl ride you before?" I nodded yes.

I got on my back, and Sophia kneeled above me. She held her breasts in her hands. "Look at my tits," she said. "Tell me how sexy you think my tits are."

"Your breasts..." I started.

"Say tits!" she insisted.

"Your tits are the most beautiful I've ever seen," I said, not knowing how dirty I should talk.

She fingered her pussy, which was slick and shiny from all of our lovemaking. "And my cunt. Tell me how much you love my cunt."

"I think your c...cunt is wonderful," I said. "I like how you shave it."

"Did you enjoy eating out my cunt, Phil?"

"Yes, it was so fucking sexy," I said, trying to get into the spirit.

"Do you want to keep fucking my wet cunt?" she asked. I nodded.

Sophia took me into her mouth once more, just for a moment. "Mmmm, I taste good," she said with a grin. Then she positioned her pussy above me, and with one hand, guided me into her. She lowered herself down on me, smiling the whole while. Then she started rocking up and down on my cock.

"Grab my tits," she demanded. "Grab my tits while I fuck you." I complied, feeling her breasts and rolling her nipples in my fingers.

"Oh, yeah. Oh, you like that, don't you? You like being fucked by a hottie, and grabbing her tits."

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster in response.

While she continued bouncing on my cock, she leaned down towards me and started kissing me. I could taste her sex on her lips, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. Her nipples rubbed gently against my chest, back and forth rapidly, as she kept riding me. I moved along with her, thrusting upwards as she thrusted downward.

Sophia embraced me as we kept fucking on her bed. She was going wild, kissing and licking me all over my face, sucking and nibbling on my lips, all while her fingernails were digging into my back. I couldn't believe it, but I started to feel myself getting close to orgasm... AGAIN! Sophia must have sensed this, because she tightened her grip on me and started slamming down on my cock with all her might.

"Oh, FUCK! Oh, fuck me, Phil! I feel that! I feel you getting close! I... I feel ME getting close!"

I couldn't say anything, but kept thrusting up into her. Her pussy became like a vice grip around my dick. Even with the condom my senses were overloaded. Then Sophia got really, really quiet, but kept right on fucking me, all while looking at me straight in the eyes. We stared straight at each other, and our souls merged, just for a moment. I could feel everything she felt and she could feel everything I felt. 

Then she started gasping. "Oh... oh... oh... oh God, Phil... I...." She was panting so hard she couldn't get out any words.

At the same time I started feeling the first throbs of my own orgasm. My fingers and toes started to tingle, and that sensation spread up my limbs to the middle of my body. My eyes clenched shut on reflex. I grabbed Sophia and held her close to me, and she dug her nails into my back even harder than before.

Sophia screamed. The whole dorm must have heard. I made one last upward thrust as my own orgasm began. We held each other tight, our climaxes and our bodies joining into one magnificent celebration. I think we heard choirs of angels singing. We struggled to find one another's lips, but when we did we mashed our faces together, stifling each other's cries of ecstasy.

Several minutes later we both rested together, still nude, on Sophia's bed. I was on my back, and she was curled up next to me with her head between my arm and chest. She lovingly ran her fingers lightly up and down the length of my now-soft, unwrapped member.

"I... I got a bit raunchy there, didn't I?" she said.

I smiled. "Maybe a bit," I said. "Not too much. Not like in some of the porn we've watched."

"I've always wanted to... to talk dirty, but I didn't know if it was 'lady-like.'"

"Fuck 'lady-like,'" I said. Sophia giggled. "You should be you. If that means talking dirty, then talk dirty. You shouldn't be something you're not, just because someone else wants you to be."




A Friend for Valentine's



"Oh, Phil. I love you!"

I blinked at her. Did she really mean that? Or was that the afterglow talking? I tensed up for a fraction of a second, before I realized that I...

"I love you too," I said.

We lay there, contented, for a few more minutes. Then Sophia asked, "Are we still friends?"

"Of course we're still friends. We'll always be friends," I said with absolute certainty.

"That's not what I meant," she said. "I mean... will we start... will we keep on... Are we now..."

I thought for a moment. "I don't know. The only thing I know right now is there's no place I'd rather be than in your bed, bare-ass fucking naked, with you curled up in my arms."

"That's good enough for me," she said. 

Sophia rested an arm across my chest. I turned out the light next to the bed.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I whispered to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she responded, then turned her head and kissed me lightly on the lips.

We both fell fast asleep to the sound of the frozen rain.



A Friend Forever



It had been one of those days where you just felt you never should have gotten out of bed because nothing had gone right. I stopped on the way home, debated over two different bottles of wine and wound up getting them both. I decided dinner was highly over rated and drove home, listening to music, the sunroof and windows open. As I walked in the door, I kicked off my heels and headed to the kitchen, putting the wine in the fridge after pouring a generous glass, switched the stereo and smiled at the sound of Marvin Gaye singing "Let's Get It On". I headed to the bedroom, unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor at my ankles and then reached up and pulled off the silk shirt over my head, letting it join the skirt. Clad only in a black bra and black lacy bikini panties, I picked up my glass of wine, and headed to the bathroom. Candles were already scattered across the room and I lit them, humming along with the music, then turned on the water to the jacuzzi tub. It had been an extravagant addition but days like this, it seemed worth its weight in gold.

My glass of wine was half gone and I thought I would fill it before I got in the tub to soak. I paused to pile my hair up on top of my head, grabbed the glass and headed back to the kitchen. After filling my glass and heading back into the bathroom, I placed my wine on the edge of the tub, reached up, unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor and enjoying the unrestrained feeling of my breasts being free and feeling my nipples instantly harden and tighten. I slipped my panties off, switched off the overhead light and climbed in the tub, sinking down and moaning at the delicious feeling of the hot water, feeling the tension just draining away. I added a very tiny bit of bubble bath and switched the jets on, my head falling back and just enjoying total relaxation for the first time during the day. I lay there, my mind just floating, the candles fragrant and their light dancing across the walls and ceiling, the music playing, the water lulling me into a very lazy, relaxed place. 

I must have dozed off for a few minutes when I heard the front door open and close. I felt my heart stop for a moment, and then heard the sound of my best friend calling, "where the hell are you and why aren't you answering your phone?" Before I could answer, she came to the bathroom door and said "well there you are! wine? great...kitchen?" and she walked out. I was mortified to be caught nude in the tub, although she had seemed totally unfazed. As I was debating as to whether to stay put or quickly get out and try to grab a towel, she walked back in with her glass of wine. She lowered the lid of the toilet, sat down and started chatting. I was so grateful for the bubbles that were covering everything except the very tops of my breasts, and my right knee was bent and was also exposed. 

As my friend rambled on, I took in her appearance. I had been with a woman once before and had always had a slight crush on my girlfriend. She was attractive, had a tight, fit body that always gave me a little tingle. As she was talking, I started daydreaming, wondering what it be like to kiss her, caressing her soft skin, wondering what she would taste like, how her moans would sound when I made her cum by going down on her. She was talking and all I could do was stare at her mouth, wondering what it would feel like on my breast, my lips, my pussy which was growing quite moist and it wasn't just because I was in the tub. My nipples were tight and hard and I was getting a little uncomfortable, having a hard time sitting still. 

She broke off and said "Are you listening to me? And are you going to stay in there all night? You're going to turn into a prune!" She reached over and handed me my towel and started talking again. I sat there thinking "What the hell do I do now?" She didn't seem to be going anywhere so I stood up and quickly covered myself with my towel. Trying to stay covered, I started drying off, well all the places I could dry off anyways. Some things were just going to stay wet, it seemed. I got out of the tub and grabbed another towel to dry my hair and as I was drying my hair, my other towel came open and slipped down to the floor. I was standing in front of my best friend as naked as the day I was born and we both stopped and looked at each other. She laughed and said "Oh my God, I think I'm getting turned on!" I kinda chuckled nervously, thinking I should be so lucky, and bent down to get my towel at the same time she did. Our faces were inches away from each other and we were both looking at each other's mouths. She handed me the towel and I said thanks and stood up. She stood up as well, and we both just looked at each other again.

She licked her lips and I thought "Well what the hell" and reached out, ran my hand along the side of her neck to the back of her head and pulled her to me slowly, our eyes on each others. I moved my lips to meet hers, kissing lightly, nibbling at her lip, running my tongue across her lower lip, kissing her jaw and then her neck as her head fell back, my hand playing with her silky hair. I kissed her again and this time, she opened her mouth, her tongue dancing to tangle with mine, our arms wrapped around each other, my towel forgotten again as I pressed my breasts against her and the kiss turned steamy and intense. I nudged her legs open with my knee and slid my leg in between hers, my thigh pressed against her jean covered pussy. The scratchy material of her sweater was making my nipples hard and I moaned as I rubbed them against the fabric. She started to grind against my leg and was moaning against my mouth as our kiss went on. 

I pushed her back against the bathroom vanity and unbuttoned her jeans as I guided her ass up to her new seat, stripping her of her jeans and panties, pushing her legs wide open as I dropped to my knees, pulling her to the edge and diving into her very wet pussy with my tongue. I started licking and sucking on her clit very rapidly and her hands went to my head, almost pulling my hair out, as she squealed loudly, her thighs tightening around my head. I sucked hard on her clit and she began to cum, all over my face, my tongue licking up her sweet juices. I let her recover from her orgasm, as she was breathing hard and her face was flushed, and she looked at me and said "Holy shit!" I reached up and kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and then smiled at her and took her hand, pulling her off of the vanity and behind me and into the bedroom. I took her shirt off and then we were both naked, as she never wore a bra. My hands moved reverently to her beautiful breasts, cupping them, feeling the nipples harden against my palms. I rubbed my hands against them, my fingers caressing the soft skin of her breasts as I teased her nipples and began to kiss her again. 

I nudged her back until she was against the bed and gently pushed her back and then moved onto the bed with her, laying on top of her, one knee between her parted legs. I finished kissing her mouth and moved to her jaw, her neck, her earlobe, down to her collar bone, one finger softly, teasingly trailing down her body, causing her every nerve ending to come to abrupt attention. She shivered and I moved to the side and turned her over onto the bed, her eyes questioning mine and I kissed her and said trust me. She lay down on the bed, her face turned to the side on the pillow and her arms up over her head. I reached down, got some oil, warmed it in my hands and began to smooth it onto her skin, starting with her shoulders, her back, my hands gentle yet firm as she moaned involuntarily at the sensation. lightly trailed my fingertips down her spine and watched the goosebumps raise on her skin. I began to massage her shoulders, working slowly, feeling her begin to relax and then moved my way slowly but purposefully down her back, working out the knots and kinks. 

I got more oil and began to massage the sides of her back, brushing my fingertips over the sides of her breasts, feeling her stiffen up and then moving to her back again. My hands moved down to her firm backside, admiring the view and the feel of the soft skin of her ass. I ran one finger down the crack of her ass and then leaned down and did the same with my tongue. The sharp intake of breath told me she liked that and I slowly let my tongue tease my way down to her asshole, flicking it across the sensitive skin, and then slowly working my tongue inside of her. I spread her legs and ran my tongue down her wet slit, teasing, arousing. I told her not to move, and left the room. 

I came back with the bottle of wine, some strawberries and whipped cream. While she was still laying down, I picked up a silk scarf and tied it over her eyes. I sat her up on the bed, took a sip of wine and kissed her. She made a "mmmmm" sound and the kiss went on her a few minutes while I lightly traced her shoulders and neck with my fingertips. I took a strawberry and held it to her lips and fed it to her as she opened her mouth, kissing her again as she finished it, tasting the sweet fruit on her lips. I laid her down and squirted some of the chilled whipped cream on her warm nipple and chuckled as she squealed and arched her back as my lips closed over her nipple, sucking the sweet cream off of her. I repeated the same with her other nipple and licked and teased her nipples until she was squirming, her hands clutching my head, saying "please!" I poured some of the cold wine in her navel and licked it out and off her skin. Then I moved down and pushed her legs open and put some of the whipped cream on her clit. I spent many minutes licking and sucking the sweet cream off of her, and kept going, wanting to taste her sweet cream. I felt her thighs begin to quiver, her muscles tightening and she began to moan, her hands in my hair. I slipped two fingers in her pussy and drove them into her and sucked on her clit. She started cumming and I continued, my face mashed into her pussy, my hands under her ass, holding her close as she bucked against me, continuously sucking and licking. She no sooner came down from the first orgasm and went right into the next one and screamed "FUCK!!!" as she squirted all over my face. I laid on top of her, our breasts together, our pussies touching and slowly started grinding against her, moving my hips up and down and then in circular motions. Each time our clits met we would both moan and I began to grind faster and harder against her. After a few minutes of this, I felt my orgasm building and told her to cum with me. I slipped my hand in between us and pinched her clit between my fingers. Both of us began to cum, our bodies stiffening up and I continued to move against her as we rode out our orgasms. I moved up, took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, and held her until the tremors subsided and she slipped off to sleep.



A Friend from Out of Town



Sameer was from North India but lived in USA for long time. We were both colleagues long time back but later we parted and I settled in Boston. Recently Sameer contacted me and was planning to move to Boston and so he was coming to Boston for an Interview. When he told me that wanted to stay in a hotel I made him stay in my house for the few days that he was in town.

The night after his interview was over Sandra, my wife, and I took him out for a meal and then went on to a nightclub. Sandra has always had a bit of a drinking problem and she did go a bit over the top that night.

Initially it made her talkative, extrovert and vivacious. Sandra thrived on the naughty comments she made and the smoldering looks she gave him. I could see that he was getting quite aroused by her mood. I don't think he realized that I knew, but I was well aware of the effect that Sandra could have on men.

When we left the club, Sandra was staggering a bit and we had to help her get in the cab I had called to take us home.

Sandra sat between us in the back of the cab. I deliberately looked out of the window but, of course, since it was dark it acted like a mirror. Sandra was virtually down for the count but I watched Sameer gently put his hand onto her knee, wait awhile and then, when she didn't react, he moved it up her leg and tried to push it up under her skirt. She was wearing a suit with a tailored skirt, however, so he didn't have much luck.

In the end he simply slid his hand across her thigh and worked it into her groin, parting her legs slightly. I didn't say anything, as I enjoyed it and had fantasies of my wife with other men.

My wife groaned, wriggled and parted her legs a little. Sameer made sure that I wasn't noticing them, so he put his hand back and started to massage her pussy through her skirt.

I watched as Sameer pushed his fingers deeper into her groin and she began to lick her lips and slide down in the seat to try and give him better access. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the cabby was also watching Sameer and Sandra in his rear view mirror. 

When we arrived home Sameer helped Sandra out of the cab, without his hands wandering anywhere they shouldn't, and then went ahead to open the door as I half carried Sandra in. As she was leaning on my shoulder she whispered to me, in a slurred fashion, "If you're going to fuck me you'll need to be quick about it cause I'm about to pass out!"

I squeezed her boobs in response; she could probably feel my erection pressing against her. I was planning more than a simple fuck this night. I took Sandra straight through to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I said to Sameer to help me to change her dress. He was bit shocked and stared at me. "Would you help me change my wife cloths and and if you like what you see, Would you like to fuck Sandra?" I asked.

Sameer nodded his head with and affirmative yes. I undid her suit jacket and pushed it off her shoulders, then I undid her blouse and did the same. I pulled her up towards me and she stirred and muttered something. I told her to relax and reaching behind her I undid her bra. I rolled her over and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her buttocks, down her thighs, and off. Then I laid her back on the bed. I lifted Sandra and told Sameer to take her panties off. He licked his lips, knelt down and eased Sandra's panties off. He took his time and paused when he had revealed her pussy. I slid my hand down her public mound and fingered her moist slit. She moaned in drunken pleasure and parted her legs to give me better access and my finger slid easily inside her. I pushed it in and out and felt her vaginal walls pulsating.

I told Sameer it looks like she is ready and we both put her on the bed with her legs over the side. I got on the bed myself and knelt besides her. I reached forward and grasped her under the knees so that I could lift her legs up and back to fully expose her moist cunt to Sammer. Sameer peeled all his cloths. He asked if there was any condom. I told him it was okay as she was on the pill and she like 'bareback' and that he can come in her.

He crouched over the edge of the bed as I held Sandra's legs high in the air and wide apart. He placed the tip of his had thick prick at her cunt and then with one firm shove he entered her and pushed right in to the slit, groaning in pleasure as he did.

As soon as he was in he grasped her ankles and pushed them back so that she was wider open still. Relieved of the need to support her legs I began to massage her boobs and her nipples quickly became erect.

Sameer began to fuck Sandra with long slow strokes. His eyes closed and he began to build up speed and alter his rhythm as her lubricant began to flow. I watched as Sandra began to respond, pushing against him. Obviously she had not completely passed out yet.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, crouching next to her. She saw the erection I had developed watching Sameer pounding his meat into her and opened her mouth expectantly. I shuffled round and took my hands off her nipples. With one hand I raised her head, with the other I directed my dick into her mouth and she began to suck me. I thrust my prick deep into Sandra's mouth and pulled her head forwards.

Sameer looked up and saw what was going on. His movements became more frantic and he pounded into her cunt with ever increasing force and speed until with a grunt he shot his load up inside Sandra's vagina. Sandra bucked her hips and threw herself about nearly dislodging me from her mouth. This was enough to bring on my orgasm and as I fired my cum into the back of her mouth she greedily slurped it down.

As I withdrew Sameer was now kneeling between Sandra's legs sucking his own cum out of her pussy. I watched his tongue probing between Sandra's used pussy lips and pushing inside, she squirmed and pushed down on him.

After a while he realized that I was watching and stopped and stood up, his own cum was around his lips. He started picking up his dress and I asked him if he was into butt fucking. Sameer told me that he never did butt fucking but would like to try.

I went over to the bed and turned Sandra over, she was purring with contentment. I spread her legs and parted her buttock cheeks and pushed two fingers into her anus, and told him that I would like him to do it and that I was sure Sandra would really appreciate it too. I didn't tell him that I had never fucked Sandra in the ass and to the best of my knowledge nobody ever had reamed her back passage, even in her student days.

I went and got a tube of lubricant gel from the bathroom and massaged it well into Sandra's asshole. She squirmed beneath me as my fingers intruded deep into her virgin passage but let me do it, maybe it would be all right. Watching me had re-invigorated Sameer; his thick prick was now standing upright again.

I moved aside and motioned him to go ahead. I helped him pull Sandra to the edge of the bed and spread her ass cheeks for him; her asshole glistened with the lubrication. He put his prick against the sphincter and pushed. 

Sandra gasped at the intrusion but like magic her asshole opened up to admit him. He pushed in a little bit further and she gasped again and I saw her sphincter tighten round his tool. This obviously stimulated and encouraged him and with one steady push he inserted the full length of his prick.

This time Sandra screamed and he looked at me aghast, "It's okay," I lied, "She always reacts this way to a butt fuck, just ignore her."

With this encouragement from me he started to fuck her ass as if it was her cunt. Sandra screamed and screamed as he was fucking her ass. Sameer took quite some time to get to climax and as he climaxed in her ass she stopped screaming; I guess she had finally passed out from the alcohol. When he withdrew, lot of cum began to seep out of her asshole.

"Good Night" he said and took his cloths and left to the guest bedroom.

I looked down at my wife's ravaged buttocks and realized that I had developed another erection myself. Sameer had broken her ass in, and obviously enjoyed it; I reckoned I should try it out myself whilst I had the opportunity.

I knelt behind Sandra and used his, cum as lubricant to slide myself into her still open asshole. It went in easily and I was able to work it right to the hilt without difficulty. As I pounded my prick into her ass meat, and kneaded her buttock cheeks, I thought about the morning and the explanations, which might be necessary then. 

As I penetrated deep inside her rectum, however, these thoughts disappeared and I was caught up in the tight grip she exerted as I urgently powered in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. I reached beneath her to squeeze her boobs and pull her back against me so that I could go deeper and deeper. I drove in and out of the unfamiliar hole that was frenzy until finally I came and came and came deep inside her shapely ass.

Sandra didn't say anything at breakfast. She knew she had been fucked, the taste in her mouth and the dried cum in her bush and around her pussy, gave the game away, but she had expected that, I always fucked her when she got drunk but it must have puzzled her that I had cum twice in two different holes. The way she was walking, however, showed that her ass was sore and she must have wondered how it got that way. 

I guess she must also have had a hefty hangover. Although she must have had her suspicions about what had gone on she was very civil to Sameer all the same, and kissed him on the cheek when he left.

When I came home that night she tackled me about the night before. She confessed that she couldn't actually remember what had happened. I told her how she had led Sameer on and let him fuck her, whilst she gave me a blowjob, and how then, before I could stop him, Sameer had flipped her over and reamed her ass. I didn't mention that I had then butt fucked her as well. She looked thoughtful at this explanation but appeared to accept it.

Life went on for the next couple of weeks much as normal. I had her in the missionary position two or three times a week. Sometimes we did 69 and Sandra gave me a blowjob when it was the wrong time of the month. We both have orgasms regularly and then went to sleep. I didn't dare to attempt anything else even when she had had a bit too much to drink.

Then I received a call from Sameer that the company he had interview couple of weeks back offered him a position and he is taking the offer to move to Boston. This made her very thoughtful and she asked me if I thought that letting Sameer fuck her had anything to do for him to take the offer and I had to tell her that it seemed quite likely.

A few weeks later Sameer called me and requested me if he can stay at my place until he find a place of his own. I told Sameer that I would discuss it with Sandra and let him know in the morning. I broached the subject very tentatively with Sandra that evening expecting her to get mad at me about it. Her immediate response, though, was "You mean can Sameer stay here and use me as a Sex Toy, don't you?" 

Before I could reply to that she said, "Okay!"

I was really startled but Sandra said if I am okay and liked it then why not, generally speaking she enjoyed being fucked so why not get another of cum. It wasn't as if she was sleeping with unknown on a street corner, was it? 

She suggested all the same that I had better start butt fucking her to get her used to it before Sameer came in case it was his favorite hole.

I tried to act a little reluctant, since as far as Sandra was concerned I had never fucked her asshole, but I did remember how good it had been before, the tightness of her hole, the orgasm I had experienced when my load shot up into her rectum.

Eventually I let her persuade me that, okay, we would try it out.

That night when I went back into the bedroom after brushing my teeth Sandra was lying face down on the bed with her nightie pulled up to her waist. She had shapely her legs spread and was holding her butt cheeks apart with her asshole glinting at me.

I took one look and dropped my pajamas. I lay between her thighs and placed my prick at her asshole and slowly pushed down. She squealed and tensed up. I pushed harder but her sphincter was clamped shut. I tried again but it was impossible to gain access and I sat back on my haunches and watched my erection slowly subside. Taking her when she was unconscious, and when her ass had just been opened up by Sameer, was one thing, cold sober was quite another.

"Its no good," I said, "You have to relax."

Sandra sat up and looked at me, "Go and get me a large whisky honey."

I came back with a triple, which she knocked back in one gulp. She bent over me and put my flaccid penis in her mouth and started to suck. I lay back to enjoy it and thought, "This is fucking great, first I get one of Sandra's fantastic blowjobs, then I get to fuck her in her ass.' This was truly turning into one hell of a night. And all thanks to my letting Sameer fuck her when she was drunk.

"OK! Let's try again and this time just ignore me and keep going, okay honey?"

Sandra knelt on the floor and raised her tight butt in the air. I knelt behind her and spread more KY Jelly round her anus and massaged it into her hole. When I was able to slip my fingers inside her without too much resistance I directed my tool at her asshole once again.

Again she flinched but through gritted teeth she muttered, "Go on, push hard baby."

I pushed again and this time my erection stayed firm and I got the head of my prick into her ring. She tensed up but I pushed harder, she screamed but I kept pushing and got about two inches inside her. I remembered watching Sameer so I took a deep breath and rammed myself down on her buttocks. Sandra screamed in anguish but my tool slid home to the hilt.

I stayed still for a moment, beneath me Sandra was sobbing, then I began to fuck her! She carried on sobbing but gradually I felt my prick being sucked into her and she began to move her buttocks to keep pace with my thrusts. The sobbing ceased and was replaced with grunts as she thrust back at me more vigorously as I pounded into her.

This was the first of many times that I ass fucked my pretty little wife over the next few weeks. She was so keen to give a good ass fuck that she bought a dildo at a sex shop and worked it in her asshole every day to keep it stretched!

My dick now slides into her without any difficulty and with minimal lubrication. Quite often we ass fuck lying on our sides. This lets me squeeze her boobs or finger fuck her cunt at the same time for heightened pleasure.

Sometimes she kneels on hands and knees so that we can go at it 'doggy' fashion. In this position she encourages me to change holes, mid-fuck, so to speak, to increase the excitement. I can control which hole I come in. 

I recently caught her reading the 'Kama Sutra' and 'The Perfumed Garden', two erotic sex books that describe a lot of interesting variations. She explained to me that she wanted to give Sameer the best time of his life and also told me that she didn't want to be completely drunk this time.

With all the deviations that Sandra has read about I do hope that Sameer will more of her when he arrives!



A Friend from the Past



This Earth Day submission falls into a number of categories: Loving Wives, Interracial Love, Romance, Erotic Couplings, and Novels and Novellas, among others. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn for taking of her time to edit this story and make it a much better read.

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Wow! Where do I begin when talking about Earth Day? When I think about the earth, I visualize that big round ball in the universe shown in the movies or the pictures from our astronauts.

Here on the ground, I think about the Earth Day groups picketing against the coal companies and lumber businesses. It always bothered me because the bottom line was that while men and women were working their asses off to earn a living, a bunch of hopped up, too much time on their hands college kids were busy trying to get these places shut down. 

I want a clean earth as much as the next guy, but sometimes I think they go too far. I do love going through the country looking at the fields of golden grain, or corn stalks as far as the eye can see. What about beautiful places like the Grand Canyon or the Rocky Mountains? I love watching the tides come in from the rivers and oceans. It is always peaceful yet eerie when sitting on a dock as the sun sets.

My name is John Jones and I want to tell you about a childhood sweetheart of mine. To tell you about Aliana, I must go back twenty years ago to when I was a kid of eight years old. 

I come from a middle-income family where my parents both worked. I had one sister Marie who was two years older than I was. We had a decent relationship even though she used to say I always got on her nerves. 

We lived in a rather divided area of town. On one side of the tracks, it was normal housing, but on the other side of the tracks was the projects, for very low or no income families. We still all attended the same school so many of the kids from there were my friends. They couldn't help it that their parents were out of work. My parents brought me up to treat all people the same as long as they treated me right.

Aliana was seven when I first saw her, and a year behind me in school. Most people called her black but I never liked that word. To me, she was a light colored chocolate; she was of mixed race and had the most beautiful green eyes. 

I remember one day on the playground that a couple of white guys were teasing her. It pissed me off and I went over, jumped the biggest one, and started beating the shit out of him. A few seconds later, his buddy jumped on my back. I elbowed him and caught his nose. Blood went everywhere. The teachers showed up and we all got detention for a week.

I got grounded at home even longer by my parents, even though deep down I know that my dad was proud of me. 

It was funny but those guys never teased Aliana again while I was around. I found out she lived in the projects and went to visit her whenever I could. I brought her over to our house and my parents were surprised she was of mixed race. I guess I didn't really have many black friends especially girls. She was so darn cute and nice they had to like her.

We were pals; we didn't spend all our time together but when we did, we always had fun. My parents invited her go to the zoo with us and even once to the beach. As I mentioned, she was my pal. I never thought of her as a girl. 

When I was about ten years old, my parents bought a home in the suburbs. I was really happy in our new house. The only problem was I missed my pal. My dad explained that was how life went. People we cared for would come and go in our life. 

I remember when we said goodbye. Aliana had tears coming down her cheeks and it made me cry. I told her to stop it because I was a guy and we weren't supposed to cry. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I had never ever kissed any girl on the lips. "I'll never forget you John," she said as she ran home.

I was glad that Marie was there to give me a big hug. "Life sucks sometimes little brother," she said.

All of that happened over twenty years ago. 

Life went on and my memories of Aliana were just part of my past. After graduation from high school, I entered the service, where I spent two years overseas. It was rough but I felt I was there for the right reason. 

It wasn't bad in the sexual department either. Some of the ladies had their own way of saying thank you. I've been with women from every race I can think of. When you're a young guy having sex in a strange world, it doesn't matter who's under you. The result would always be the same, one full condom. Some didn't even speak English but 'Oh god" or "Fuck me" sounded the same in every language. Damn, I was one horny bastard back then. 

I moved down to the Miami Florida area after I got out of the service and went to college for a couple of years. I wanted to manage my own business and knew I needed to learn the fundamentals. 

After graduation, I started my business as a tour guide of the Everglades. It's one of the nicest places I have ever been to, tranquil, yet a bit scary because of the alligators and such. Here is how my brochure explains it. 

"The Everglades and the Ten Thousand Islands is a rare and beautiful place. It is one of North America's unsung wild places — a beautiful, rugged, subtropical landscape experienced by a relatively few adventurous souls each year. I know many who appreciate the unique qualities of this wilderness will argue that it is a place better kept secret. Perhaps, in my quest for solitude and a deeply personal communion with nature, I might ordinarily agree. But I also feel that it is a resource important not only for its natural heritage and spiritually enriching powers, but for its commercial and recreational values as well. It's a part of earth that everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime."

The appeal of this nearly untouched wilderness and its plentiful wildlife is what attracted me to the area. I figured the ways to experience it were by boat, airplane, van, airboat, bicycle and even walking tours. Of course, the best would be by boat where you could go deep into the swamp.

Contrary to what the average visitor might expect, the Everglades isn't a huge swamp inhabited only by large snakes and alligators. To me it is a masterpiece of nature's beauty in a mysterious forest containing many forms of wildlife and birds in their natural habitat.

My business took off like a bat out of hell. So many people wanted to tour the Everglades. I owned three boats that were out every morning until it started to become dark. We didn't want to take chances with tourists after dark. Too many alligators, snakes and other swamp creatures were hard to keep track of after nightfall.

Two buddies that were in the service with me were both great friends, and they started working for me after they received their discharges. I also had two great gals in the office that did all of the scheduling.

I did hire a couple of local college students part-time so we could all have time off. I figured that within the year I would be adding at least two if not three more boats. The kind of boats I'm talking about are the kind you see in the movies with the big fans on the back. A lot of the waterways are very shallow and you would ruin your motors if they hit rock bottom or dragged through the sand. 

After working non-stop since leaving the service, going to college, and starting a business, I decided to take some time off and go see my family back in Ohio. My two cohorts, Jim and Bob were very capable of running the business for me. 

I drove so I would have a way of getting around when I got there. It was so good to see my parents. My sister Marie, her husband, and two kids came by for a big cookout, where we talked over old times. 

Marie was a doctor and married one. They had a nice practice in our little town. Dad was still working at the local plant and mom was a full time volunteer. She was a woman who just had to help people. I was ready to oblige her and eat all the homemade meals she made.

One day I was driving through our old neighborhood; it sure changed. Half the buildings were either empty or torn down. The houses looked like drug-infested rattraps. I felt bad. After all, I used to live there and it was part of my early childhood.

After leaving there, I went to visit a few friends from my school days. My old friend Matt was glad to see me. He told me he was recently divorced, blaming it on himself for spending too much time at the bars. His wife left him for another guy. He told me they just got married too early. They both needed to spread their wings.

We decided to go to one of the local bars and have a couple of drinks. 

"John, there is a waitress there that will take your breath away. She's either black or of mixed race and has the most beautiful green eyes."

It made me think back when I was a kid how everyone used to say that about Aliana. Of course, she was just a kid too but I remembered her being my gal pal. Matt asked me why I was smiling and I told him I was just thinking about an old friend.

We went in and found an empty booth. It was then that this beautiful chocolate skinned, green-eyed waitress came to our table. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I saw her mouth open in surprise. I looked at her nametag and it said Aliana.

"John! It's really you; I can't believe you're here, it's so good to see you."

Somehow, she'd recognized me. I quickly stood up and gave her a big hug. 

"Aliana, I can't tell you how many times I thought about you over the last twenty years. How are you? How have you been?" I asked.

"Hey John, do you know her?" asked Matt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Matt, this is Aliana, my childhood sweetheart. She was my gal pal till my family moved away when I was ten. Aliana, this is my friend Matt. He was my best friend in high school."

They said hello and we ordered a couple of beers.

"I can't believe you know her," said Matt after Aliana left to get our order.

"I hate to tell you John, but you better stay away from her."

"What are you talking about, Matt? She's just an old friend and a great looking one at that."

"Exactly! She's married to DJ, a real mean black dude. He had one guy put in the hospital just for flirting with her. He'd have you killed if he saw the way you hugged her."

"You're crazy man; no guy is going to put me in a hospital for hugging an old friend. What's the DJ stand for anyway?"

"Darrel Johnson, he was locked up a couple of months ago for possession. I think he's due out next month. I'm just saying John, he's bad news."

"She's coming back. We'll talk more about this later. Hello again, beautiful lady," I said to Aliana as she set down our beers.

She smiled and told me how good it was to see me again.

"Aliana, I'll be here for around two weeks. Maybe we could get together and talk about old times?" I asked.

"John, I would love to but I'm married and I'm sure my husband wouldn't approve of me talking to you."

"What? What kind of a husband is he? I'll tell you what. I'll take both of you out for dinner. Surely he wouldn't mind that." I didn't tell her that I knew he was presently locked up.

I could see she was extremely nervous. She kept looking around the bar to make sure no one was watching us. "John, for your own good, please don't pressure me." I could tell she was distressed.

"Aliana, please, you're an old friend. I can see you're scared and not happy. I don't like seeing you this way. Is there anything I can do?" 

"John, I'm afraid of DJ and I don't want to see you get hurt. Please, just stay away from me for your own good." She had tears in her eyes and went straight to the restroom.

"Matt, I can't sit here and do nothing. Tell me all you can about this Darrel Johnson."

Matt told me how DJ was a drug dealer. He was lucky he wasn't sent up for dealing instead of possession, since he was the main man in this area. They just caught him at the wrong time.

I asked how he and Aliana got together and he said he didn't know much other than Aliana had a child a couple of years ago. He didn't believe it was DJ's but really didn't know for sure.

Aliana was a dancer in this lounge but after having her child and marrying DJ, she stopped working. When DJ went to jail, she needed the money and got this waitress job.

Aliana came back to our table one more time. "John, I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. You deserve much better. It's just that DJ has a horrible temper and he doesn't allow me my own friends. It's been so good seeing you again. Please take care." 

As Matt and I got up to leave, I squeezed Aliana's hand and she gave me that beautiful smile. I knew she had problems and I wasn't going to leave without trying to help her.

After dropping off Matt, I went back to the lounge at closing and waited on Aliana. When she walked to her car, I pulled up next to her. 

"John, what are you doing here? You can't be seen with me."

"Listen, I want to talk with you and help you if I can. Please! There is an all night restaurant outside of town. Follow me there and we'll have some coffee and breakfast if you like. I just want to talk with you."

"Oh god, John, you never did listen to me. I shouldn't go but it's been so long since we've talked. Okay, let's have coffee, but it can't be anywhere around here. Just follow me."

She got in her car and we must have driven a good twenty miles before pulling into a small all-night diner. When she got out of the car, I could see she had been crying. I took her in my arms and just held her.

"What is it Aliana, what's the matter? Let's go inside and you can tell me everything."

Once inside, Aliana broke down and told me her story. I sat back and just let her speak, without interrupting, sensing she needed to get it all out. 

"John, I thoroughly screwed up my life. When I was younger, I was foolish. I thought I cared for a man that promised me the world. I got pregnant by him and then he left me before Ashley was born. That's the name of my little girl; Ashley's, my pride and joy. I was scared and wasn't sure what to do, but I went ahead and had my daughter. She means everything to me.

"I was a dancer at one of the local lounges. It was actually one of the better ones to work at. The tips were good and the clientele was mostly businessmen. I dated a couple of them but it never got very serious. That was until I met James; he seemed special. He actually wined and dined me for a few months.

"He worked for his dad who didn't like him dating a mixed race woman. I remember after we broke up he told me his dad always said it's okay to fuck her but never marry her. When I got pregnant, his dad was furious. He told James he would disown him if he married me or accepted my child. I cried so hard after hearing that.

"I told them I would have a DNA done and make him pay. His father laughed and said if that happened he would see that I was considered a whore and he would make sure I never got to see the child again. I didn't know what to do and there was no way I could fight a wealthy man. So I just kept my mouth shut. 

"I wasn't able to work as a dancer after about my third month of pregnancy. Luckily, the manager kept me on as a waitress till my eight month. After that, we had to live on our savings until after Ashley's birth. A couple of weeks later, I was back on the dance floor trying to make enough for a life for Ashley and me. 

"Mom and dad did their best and stood by me. They helped me all they could. When Ashley was about a year old, she got sick and had to go to the hospital for almost a week. The bill ran close to thirty thousand dollars. We had insurance, which covered eighty percent of it, but I was now making payments on the other six thousand dollars. 

"Things were a bit tight when I met DJ. He started coming in to the club and kept coming on to me. He asked me out and I decided to go. He was black and the others were white. I guess the color doesn't make a difference, I just can't pick a good one.

"I hadn't been out with anyone since having Ashley. DJ was nice to both of us in the beginning. I thought I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. We could become a family and Ashley would have a father. He asked me to marry him, but soon after the wedding, he changed.

"He made me quit my job. He became jealous and violent to me when I didn't listen to him. I was scared and not sure what to do. I left him one time and he came after me and beat me. He said if I told anyone what really happened he would harm Ashley. I knew he was serious. He'd hurt people before.

"I was so stupid and dumb. God, I've made so many mistakes. After going back with DJ, I asked him if Ashley could live with my parents. I loved her so much but I didn't want her around this man. He told me he didn't want the bastard child around him anyway. 

"I cried when I took her to my parent's home. They knew that DJ was abusive to me and that I brought Ashley to them to save her. My parents kept telling me to leave him. I wanted to so bad, but he told me if I ever left again that not only would he hunt me down but that he would kill my family also. I just couldn't take that chance.

"He told me, 'As long as you obey me and do whatever I tell you, you'll have a good life and your family won't be harmed.' So I do what he tells me to. I thought about shooting him but I'm just not that brave yet. I wouldn't know where to start without getting caught. I would be willing to go to jail to save my family and especially Ashley.

"I get to see her most every day. I go there before going to the lounge. It's been a blessing since he has been locked up. I know it's wrong but I pray daily that someone will take his life while in prison. He's due out next month.

"When I first met him, he told me he was a businessman and had a realty office down in our old neighborhood. I've since found out that it's a front for his drug deals. He has two scumbags that work for him, Terrence and Lance. They have been overseeing his business since he went to jail. 

"They're supposed to be checking on me daily and report anything out of the ordinary to him. So far, they have come in most every evening. They try to get me to have sex with them. In fact, they have said if I didn't that they would make up something and tell DJ. 

"I told them both to get lost. If DJ didn't believe them he would probably do them in. It's been enough for them to leave me alone. They still paw at me and grab my ass when they can. I constantly tell them I'll let DJ know when he gets out. They just laugh. I guess we have each other at a stalemate.

"That's why I was crying John. I want out and away from him but I have no way of doing it. I should have never told you all this stuff. It's just that when we were kids it was like you were my guardian angel. People didn't bother me and I felt safe knowing you were there even though we were just kids."

I listened to Alana speak; my heart went out to her. I wanted to help her in the worst way. All my feelings for her when I was a kid were back. I knew I had to help her, I just didn't know how yet.

I asked her about these two guys who were supposed to be checking up on her. She told me that they said they weren't baby sitters and that they only came by once a day around six o'clock.

The next day being Sunday, they wouldn't be around. She always spent Sunday at her parents so she could be with her daughter. Her parents lived about five miles away from the office and they didn't want to waste their time just to find out if she was there.

After she finished, I paid for our coffee and we left. We stood by her car. She was so damn beautiful. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. God, it felt so good. I pulled back quickly and saw tears in her beautiful green eyes.




A Friend from the Past



"I'm so sorry Aliana, I had no right . . ."

"No John, please don't feel sorry. It felt so nice. It reminded me of the time I kissed you when you went away." 

I leaned forward, put my arms around her, and kissed her again, very passionately. 

"Sweetheart, I'm going to do everything I can to help you." I called her sweetheart, I don't know why. 

"John, I can't involve you in this mess I made of my life. They'll kill you; I can't live with that on my conscience. Please just stay away, I'll manage."

I knew that I was now involved. My childhood pal, who would have ever believed we would even have seen each other again. Now, she was in big trouble and I would have to find a way to help her. 

She gave me her parent's address and I told her I would be there to see her tomorrow. She hugged me and thanked me for just being there.

Damn, I couldn't believe that I could have feelings for her. Was I just feeling sorry for her, or were they genuine? All I knew was that I made her a promise and I was going to see it through.

*****

That night I went home and had a heart to heart talk with my dad. The nice thing about dad was that he was a good listener and wouldn't try to pre-judge me. We'd had many man-to-man talks in the past.

He did tell me that I really had to watch my step. After all, Aliana was a married woman and I really might not know her that well since we hadn't even talked since we were kids.

"John, people change. I remember that sweet little girl that used to go places with us too. I trust your judgment. All I'm asking is that you be careful. You're out of your element in this situation."

"Dad, I understand. It's just that I know she's made some regrettable mistakes in the past and I want to help her. I guess what I'm saying is that I just can't walk away. I promise I'll be careful." 

The following day I did go to her parent's house. Aliana came to the door and smiled after she saw me. She asked me in and re-introduced me to her mother and father. They greeted me but seemed hesitant about why I was there. All parents worry about there kids and I hadn't seen Aliana for over twenty years. 

While I was talking to them, a miniature Aliana came up to me. It was her daughter Ashley.

"You must be Ashley. I'm so very glad to meet you," I said as I asked Aliana if it was all right to pick her up. After her approval, I reached down and picked up the four-year-old girl. 

I gave here a big hug and she actually hugged me back. I set her back down and she asked me, "Are you John, mommy's friend. Are you going to take me and mommy someplace?"

"Ashley," said Aliana. "You don't ask people to take you places."

"But Mommy, you said maybe he would take us to the zoo. I was just asking him."

"Ashley, would you like your mom and I to take you to the zoo today?"

She shook her head yes while her mom shook hers back and forth but smiled.

"OK then, if it's all right with her, the two of you get your coats or whatever and we'll head out to the zoo." 

When they went to get ready, Mr. Brown told me that he wasn't certain that I should be with Aliana, her being married, even though her husband was in jail. He told me that she'd had a very rough life and hoped it would improve.

He did say that my being white had nothing to do with it. Apparently, his father was white and his mother black, so he knew how hard it was for a mixed race person to find acceptance by either race. 

"Mr. Brown, I'm not a racist. I do my best to treat all people the same. Aliana was never black or white to me. She was always just my friend while we were growing up.

"Sir, let me assure you of one thing. I would never do anything to harm or hurt either Aliana or Ashley. We're going to the zoo as old friends. They both deserve a day of having fun."

Aliana came back into the room and we said goodbye to her parents and headed out. The day was great. Aliana and Ashley wanted to see all the animals. We fed all the ones with signs allowing us to. Just to see the two of them laughing and smiling made my heart feel good. 

Ashley wanted to stop at McDonald's on the way home. I had to admit, it was a pretty cheap date. It was just starting to get dark when we arrived back to her parent's house.

Ashley had fallen asleep on the back seat, so I picked her up, carried her into the house, into her room, and set her on the bed. I went and talked to Mr. and Mrs. Brown while Aliana got Ashley ready for bed.

"Thank you for taking them," said Mrs. Brown. "I could see by the smile on their faces that they had a wonderful time."

When Aliana came out, I told her it was time for me to head home. She walked me to the porch and we talked for a couple of minutes.

"John, thank you for everything. It was probably the best day I've had as far back as I can remember. It was nice to see you again."

"Aliana, it's not over. It's just the beginning for us. I'm going to help you with your problems. There is no way that I will turn my back on you or that sweet little girl. We will find a way out of this. Please, just trust me. By the way, tell Ashley that next Saturday we're going to the Aquarium," I said and smiled.

I leaned forward and gave her a light kiss goodnight. "I'll be by to see you at the lounge."

I could see tears running down her cheeks as I turned away.

**** 

I started organizing a plan. I figured I had three weeks before DJ would be returning home from prison. Till then I just had to worry about his two friends, Terrence and Lance.

I talked with my friend Matt who agreed to go to the lounge with me each night. I wanted to see Aliana even if it was for a few minutes as our waitress. Matt was more than happy to watch the girls dance.

We stopped in most every evening and had a couple of beers. I would see Terrence and Lance come in and pester Aliana. I wanted to go kick the shit out of them but that didn't work into my plans. I had to watch my temper right now. 

Matt and I discussed the drug realty office. He told me that his brother was a cop and was the one who made the bust on DJ. No one knew he and Matt were related. Jeff, Matt's brother in-law, had a big bust set up that would have sent DJ up for a long time. 

"The cops hit the office too late in the day and they could only slap DJ with a charge of possession. Matt said Jeff was really pissed and wished they could have sent him away for a long time. He figured Terrence and Lance got wind of the bust and got the drugs out before the cops arrived. DJ's possession charge was for what he still had on his person," said Matt.

"Matt, would you like to get these bastards? I'm going to help out Aliana but I could use some help."

"John, my brother is a cop. I can't do anything illegal. Buddy, these guys are into some serious shit. I wish I could help you and your girl out but I don't have any idea what I can do."

"Matt, she's not my girl, just an old friend."

"Look John, if you're going to help this woman out you'd better realize you more than just care for her. It's all over your face when you look at her. Face it good buddy, you're in love with her."

Matt was right. I guess I just didn't want to believe I could fall for a girl so easily. I guess that I should have realized that Aliana wasn't just any girl. I tried to avoid Matt's response and he just laughed.

"You're a bastard," I replied and laughed at Matt.

"Yeah! And you're in love with your old girlfriend and didn't even know it, you dumb ass." 

He said it pretty loud and I'm almost certain Aliana overheard. She didn't look up but I could see she was smiling.

"All I need for you to do is make a couple of phone calls on a non-traceable phone to them when the time is right. Also, to keep me abreast of what if anything you might see. Nothing illegal. In the end, your brother might get his man."

"I can do that for an old friend. What's your plan?"

"I can't tell you everything yet. The less you know the better, but I'm working on it. I'll tell you all you need to know by the weekend. I still need you to tell me what you can about Terrence, Lance and the business."

I found out that money was kind of tight for the two scumbags and they couldn't do any big scores. It seemed that DJ didn't trust them with the big funds. He wanted to make sure they didn't take over his business and figured when he got out he could hook up with his big scores again.

I talked as much as I could to Aliana and found out that DJ handled the money but never gave her any when he went to prison. She had to make ends meet on her waitress job. What a fucking creep he was. I should say that I ended each goodbye with a kiss but we didn't go any further. 

I wanted to but she told me she couldn't but would always kiss me again. I wasn't going to push the issue. Her life was already full of turmoil and I didn't want to make it any worse.

The creeps Terrence and Lance would look at Matt and me whenever they came into the lounge. They never stayed long but made their passes at Aliana and even questioned her about Matt and me.

"How the hell do I know who they are? They're customers just like you, only nicer. Please, just leave me alone," she said to the two creeps. 

On Saturday, I went to her parent's house where she had been spending her nights since DJ was in prison. When I knocked on the door, a grinning little Ashley opened it and asked if I was taking her to the aquarium. 

I stooped down to talk to her. "Yes, pretty little girl and then we'll eat at the place of your choosing."

She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Her grandparents even smiled when they saw her with me. I guess they decided that I wasn't out to take advantage of their daughter. We said our goodbyes, got in the car and headed to the aquarium.

We had another great time together. I told Ashley about where I lived in Florida and that I saw alligators and all kinds of other wildlife every day. She told me she wished she could live in Florida by the water. I looked over at Aliana looking for a reaction.

"Maybe someday sweetheart," she said to Ashley and then smiled at me.

After leaving the aquarium, we headed out for pizza. Ashley told me this was as good as having a birthday. "I like you John," she said and gave me a big hug.

Once I'd brought them home, I asked them if they wanted to come to my parents for a cookout the next day. Ashley jumped for joy. I think she just liked going places. I told them I would be by around noon to pick them up. Aliana walked me to my car, thanked me, and kissed me. She looked so sad though.

"Aliana, what's the matter?" 

"The time we spend with you is the kind of life I have always dreamed of for Ashley and me. I just screwed my life up so damn bad. I'm sorry, I don't usually swear." She kissed me again and went back in the house.

On Sunday when we arrived at my parents, Aliana was a bit cautious till my mom came over and gave her a big hug. They greeted Ashley as though she was family. My sister and her family were there also. She had a son who was seven and a daughter who was six who took Ashley out in the yard to play.

Marie came out and gave Aliana a hug too. She told her she remembered way back when Aliana had a crush on me. I guess it was just a girl thing. It was a great day as everyone talked and caught up on family happenings. Everyone knew about DJ so his name wasn't mentioned. 

I was talking to my brother and didn't realize that Aliana had something on her mind. 

"Marie, this is kind of embarrassing, but since you're about my age, maybe you can help me with this problem I'm having."

"Sure Aliana, what is it?"

"Let's go over here, away from the others," Aliana said as she walked toward a shady spot several yards away. 

When I saw my sister with Aliana, I just smiled. It made me feel good that they were getting along so well. 

"I would like for you to give me tests for any HIV or other diseases. You see, I've lived a rather bad life. I made tons of mistakes and am paying for them now. My husband as you probably already know is a real asshole. He beat me and twice gave me to other men for a trade-off of dope. I wasn't willing but I just kept my mind blank till it was over.

"He has been locked up for a few months now and will be out within the month. I don't know what I'm going to do but I'm going to try and get away from him."

Marie didn't say anything, but she felt sick inside for the terror Aliana must have gone through. 

"My problem is that I'm in love with John. I know it seems stupid since I've only seen him the last couple of weeks, but I'm sure of it. Ashley is crazy about him too. Just yesterday, she told me she wished that he was her dad.

"I know John wanted to make love to me and I told him not now. See, I don't want to give him any kind of disease that I might have caught. It's been five months since my husband shared me. He had sex with me the day before he went to prison. It was sex, not love. Anyway, can you test me? I haven't been with anyone else and I don't want to hurt John in any way."

"You know I'll help you any way I can. Come to my office first thing in the morning and I'll run some tests. We will have your answers in the next few days. Unfortunately it won't be before John goes home," Marie replied, laying her hand on Aliana's arm. 

"Thank you, and whatever the results are, please don't tell John. He's the last person in the world I'd want to hurt."

"Aliana, it may seem funny, but he loves you too. That's the way love hits. I would suggest you tell him about the tests at some point. Knowing my brother, I'm sure he will understand. He should hear it from you."

"I'm so afraid for him. God, I pray that he won't get hurt," said Aliana.

"Believe me Aliana, John is one smart guy. I'm sure he'll be fine. Now you be sure to come in and see me tomorrow."

"Thank you, Marie. You're such a cool sister. John's lucky to have you in the family." We both just smiled.

After the cookout, I took Aliana and Ashley back home. My parents said they were welcome back anytime and I knew they really meant it.

**** 

I was to go home on Wednesday so I had to get my plans started. I told Aliana that whatever I did she would have to trust me and go along with it. She promised to do as I asked because she trusted me to make things right.

Matt and I were in the lounge as usual on Tuesday. I told Matt a little about my plan so he wouldn't be overly surprised. I saw Terrence and Lance come in and do their usual bullshit with Aliana. They stared back at me and laughed.

When Aliana came back to our table, I stood up and kissed her. She looked shocked because the two scumbags were staring at us. A bit rattled, she went back to work, and they began talking to each other before leaving the bar. Later Aliana came over and asked me what I was doing.

"I'm coming back two days before DJ gets out and taking you to Florida with me. I will talk with your parents tonight and tell them my plan, which is to say that we took Ashley with us, but I want them to watch over her for maybe a week. For now, the less you know the better, just in case it doesn't work out. Just trust me like you promised."

Though she looked a bit worried, Aliana nodded. 

I told Matt that I was going to walk out of the bar alone but for him to come out a few minutes later, just in case I needed help.

When I stepped out to the side parking lot, there stood the two scumbags, each holding a knife. I didn't act scared because I knew I could handle them. 

"So, what's up guys?" 

"Hey white boy. What the fuck you trying to prove putting your hands on Aliana? You signed your own death warrant."

"Look guys, either we fight it out here with you two getting hurt or I give you a large sum of money to look the other way. Your choice."

"What the fuck are you talking about? That's DJ's wife. If he finds out about you, you're dead meat," Terrence said.

"I have ten thousand dollars to give you for turning the other way."

"What the fuck? You're going to give us ten thousand dollars because you kissed her? Do you think we're fucking morons?"

"The money is because I plan on taking her away from this rat hole and the ten thousand buys your silence."

"No, I don't think so white boy," Lance said as they came toward me.

It took all of ten seconds to disarm both of them and put them on the ground with my foot on Lance's throat.

"Now guys, I'll be back tomorrow and you tell me if we have a deal or not."

Matt came out and said, "What the fuck?"

"These two men tripped and fell and I was just helping them up."

After they got up and left Matt asked me, "What branch of the service were you in?"

"Special Forces," I replied and smiled. 

We left and I gave Matt the next part of the plan. I told him to call DJ's cell phone number. Aliana told me that Terrence had it. I wanted him to say that he was working for Pedro Castro and wanted to speak to DJ. He was to say he wanted fifteen thousand dollars worth of crack and that their old supplier was in prison and they needed a new one. The agreement was that if their shit was good that he would be purchasing a minimum of fifteen grand a week. 

Matt did a great sell job on the phone. When they told him they didn't have that much on hand, he just said he would look for a different supplier. Of course, they did everything they could to promise it to him. He agreed to call them back in three weeks, giving them the time to get the order together.

Before he hung up, he instructed them to have the first two orders ready and he would call them the day before to set up the buy. He repeated to them that they better not be pulling any shit over on him by wasting his time.

I read that there was a Pedro guy who was a big dope pusher down in the southern part of Ohio, and figured Lance and Terrence probably heard the name mentioned. 

Ten grand could easily buy enough crack with a street value of well over thirty thousand. Of course, they would have to give Pedro some kind of deal or thin their powder down somehow. The first thing was they had to get the money and then the crack. DJ was always the leader and had made the same type of buys before. 

I had to wonder if they thought about telling him about it but figured if they made the deal then they could reap all the profits. They probably also had to question if my offer still stood seeing I made fools out of them the day before. 

The next evening I was at the table by myself. I didn't want to get Matt involved here. I really did go to the bank and withdrew the five thousand dollars. If my plan worked, it would be well worth the price. 

The lounge was pretty empty and I was talking to Aliana when Terrence and Lance came in. They came up to my table and started to say something to Aliana then looked at me and thought better of it. Lance asked if they could sit down. I pointed to the chairs. 

They asked Aliana to bring their usual. She looked over at them and then kissed me before leaving. They kept quiet but I could tell it bothered them. 

"The name is Mr. Jones if you have something to say." I wanted them to know I wasn't afraid of them.

"Mr. Jones, does your offer still stand? You know, ten grand if we don't tell DJ about you and Aliana?" 

"You guys know it would be easier to kill you, but then I'd have a mess to explain. I'll tell you what. I'll give you five grand now in good faith and five when I take Aliana with me in a couple of weeks. That way if I find out that you bothered her or didn't keep your promise, I'll rescind our agreement and deal with it accordingly."

They got up and walked away a bit where I assumed they talked it over. I figured they needed the money to buy the crack. This would at least make a down payment. When they came back, Lance told me they'd agree to my offer. I reached down and handed them the sports bag with the money in it. They knew better than to count it. 




A Friend from the Past



I asked them to go sit elsewhere because I needed to talk to Aliana. I told her loud enough so that they could hear that if they bothered her in any way till I got back, to call me and I would take care of the situation.

I left the bar and went to talk to her dad. I explained how I was going to take Aliana and Ashley away to Florida to live, but that I would just take Aliana for a few days and we would come back for Ashley. I needed him to protect her. He told me he would have no problem with that and wished me luck.

After her shift ended, I was there waiting and took Aliana out for breakfast. I told her how much I cared for her and that I would be back to get her. In the car, we kissed and did some heavy petting but she wouldn't go any farther. She offered me oral sex but I told her not unless I could return the favor.

She just said, "Not yet." I didn't know why she kept saying no; I was sure she cared for me but I wasn't about to push her.

I headed home to complete my plan. Between Jim, Bob and I we would be ready.

*****

When I returned home, my friends were all there to greet me. I explained to them that I had met an old friend and that she might be moving to Florida. They chided and laughed at me for 'being caught' as they put it. 

I then explained that trouble was ahead. Without going into too much detail, I outlined my plan.

"Are you sure about this John? They sound like some pretty nasty guys," asked Jim.

"Jim, what would you do if the woman you loved was living the type of life that Aliana is? I didn't mention it but she has a four year old daughter who is the sweetest little girl. Aliana took Ashley to live with her parents to keep her away from this asshole drug dealer. She'll admit to making mistakes in life but should I just tell her that she made her bed, now sleep in it? I can't do that to her."

"How does she feel about you John? Does she care for you or just using you to help her out of a bad situation?" asked Bob.

"I don't know for sure. I believe she's sincere but either way I can't let her fester in a life like that. You guys all know me. Once I make a promise, I keep it. I promised I would help her and I'm going to do just that." 

"We're behind you as always John. Just tell us what you need and we'll be there," said Bob.

For the next two weeks, the three of us marked a special path through the Everglades. This area was not for touring. It was loaded with alligators, but the worst was it had a couple of quicksand bogs. It was an extremely dangerous area. 'Do not enter' signs were posted all over the area.

I made trial runs over and over, making sure of the exact path. I couldn't afford a mistake.

Almost every night I called Aliana to make sure that she was okay and that the scumbags weren't bothering her. She said they had backed off a little but she was getting scared knowing DJ would be out of prison in a couple of days. 

"Don't worry, I'll be there for you, I promise. You just have to act normal."

"It's not easy John. I'm scared to death for Ashley, myself and my family. I'm also scared for you too. John, I've never told you this, but I love you. I just want you to know that in case this plan doesn't work out." 

"It will work and I'll see you in a couple of days. By the way, I love you too."

*****

All our plans were ready here in Florida. I said goodbye to Jim and Bob and told them I would see them in a few days, and then took the next flight out to Ohio. Matt was at the airport to greet me and give me a ride into town.

We made our arrangements for him to call Terrence to make sure they were still going to do the drug buy. They promised him the drugs would be there the following week. Matt told them he would buy the thirty grand worth and call them the day before making the trip up. They assured him the drugs would be there. 

I went to see my parents and told them that I asked Aliana to come to Florida with me. I explained that we would be gone a few days so she could see the area and if she wanted to move there that we were coming back to get Ashley.

When they asked about her husband who was in prison, I told them that she was going to get a divorce. She deserved a better life. They agreed but told me to be careful and take it a day at a time. I didn't tell them anything about my other plans. There was no need for them to know and scare them.

They asked me if I would like to bring Aliana and Ashley over for a cookout before we went back. Of course, I said yes.

I headed over to the lounge to see Aliana. When I walked in, she ran up to me and gave me a hug. I mentioned the cookout and she said she would love to go. It would also be the last time she would see Ashley till we came back for her. 

As I drank my beer, Terrence and Lance came in and sat at my table. They were acting a little braver today. I wanted to get up and kick the shit out of both of them but I needed them in one piece for now. 

"You got the rest of our money, whi—?" Lance started to say white boy but I figured he must have decided that might not be a good idea. 

"Yeah, I have it. Now, let's get this straight. When DJ gets out you will tell him you have no idea where Aliana went, you got it?" I said in a very stern voice. "Ten grand should buy a lot of silence."

"We heard you, now give us the damn money," said Lance.

I know a lot of people will think I'm crazy for giving ten grand to these two scumbags but it was worth it to me to get my plan working. The main thing was to get Aliana and Ashley away from this life.

I handed them the sport bag with the five grand in it. While they were in the bar, I had Matt attach a tracking device to the underside of their vehicle. 

They were driving DJ's Cadillac. The only problem was the tracking device was only good for a two hundred mile radius. That could present a problem if we didn't keep an eye on it. I did have two trackers to receive the signal. I gave one to Matt and kept the other myself.

*****

Everything was becoming quite tense. It was good to go to a cookout at my parents just to relax a little. My sister Marie and her family were there too. I saw Aliana glance at Marie, and my sister smiled back.

Mom gave Ashley a big hug and told her the other kids were out back playing and Ashley ran to join them. I was talking with dad and telling him that we would be leaving first thing in the morning. Matt was dropping us off at the airport.

Aliana and Marie were talking and they both had big smiles on their faces. I was happy to see that the two of them got along. I was hoping that someday they might become sisters.

Dad and I talked for a while and he told me he hoped everything worked out well with Aliana and me. He added that he and mom both liked her and hoped her life situation would improve. 

"Dad, you know I love her; I know you do. If she feels as strongly about me as I do her, everything will work out fine. I guess only time will tell."

After we'd all stuffed ourselves, it was time to take Ashley back to her grandparents. Aliana explained to her about going away for a few days but that she would be staying with her grandma. Aliana then pointed out that she would be back to get her real soon. 

"Where are you going, Mommy?"

"I'm going with John to Florida to see where he lives on a little vacation. Maybe some day we can go visit there." 

"That would be fun. John said it was like living near the aquarium we went to see. When can I go?" 

"I don't know yet, sweetheart. We have to see how it works out."

"OK, but I can't wait to go."

Matt and I stopped by and picked up Aliana early the next morning, then headed to the airport. DJ was getting out on parole from prison the same day. 

I left some special instructions with Matt in case DJ asked about me. I told him an address of a camper I kept at a docking zone of a boat ramp used mostly by seasonal campers. I had it to rent to visitors or loan to friends. I also gave him the number of a disposable cell phone that I kept.

We said goodbye to Matt and I shook his hand, then Aliana gave him a hug. I saw a big grin cross his face.

"What is it Matt?"

"I've always wanted to do that, hug Aliana. She sure does feel and smell good," Matt admitted.

"Sorry good buddy, but she's taken." We all laughed at that.

Aliana told me this was her first time on an airplane. She asked if she could have the window seat so she could see more. I had to chuckle. She really made me happy even with all the problems surrounding us.

She asked where I lived and wondered about my house. I told her a bit about the three-bedroom house right on the lakefront I had and that I thought she would like it. Talk about Earth Day and a beautiful area to live in, it didn't get much better. 

"If you're there, I'm sure I will," was all she said.

We talked about life in general and about the area that I lived in. A person had to love the peace, quiet and tranquility, to live where I did. 

Listening to her talk about when we were kids and how she had this giant crush on me made me smile. Remembering back, I really enjoyed that time together too.

When we got to Florida, Jim was waiting there for us. He greeted us and then stared at Aliana for a few seconds. "Yes, she's of mixed race," I stated, a little annoyed at what I imagined my friend was thinking.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not that John. You mentioned that to us. It's that she's every bit as beautiful as you told us," said Jim.

He then told Aliana, "John has a way of telling tall tales. When he used to get drunk, we wouldn't know who would be in his bed in the morning. Believe me, there were some pretty bad sights." 

"OK, Jim, enough of my past," I remarked. "We don't want to scare her away. Besides, I don't think she wants to hear about that."

"Jim, when you have time, I'd like to here more," Aliana said and winked.

"That's enough guys, let's get going," I said.

All the people at the office loved Aliana and made her feel at home. We all went out for dinner after we closed up and went to a seafood buffet. After a great meal, everyone left the table except for Jim and Bob and me. 

Bob asked, "I don't want to put a damper on the festivities but what comes next?" 

"We will get a call from Matt telling us if DJ is coming our way or just staying put. Till then it's wait and see, business as usual. If we get the call, we know he will be down here within twenty hours if he drives. Of course we don't know if he'll come alone, which I hope for but very much doubt."

"What if they fly down?" asked Jim.

"That's unlikely seeing he's on parole and can't leave the state. If they drive, no one would know. Either way, Matt will let us know if there is movement on the tracker. We'll deal with it if and when the time comes," I said.

We dropped the subject when everyone came back to the table. I didn't want to involve anyone other than Jim and Bob. The fewer who knew about the situation the better. As far as everyone else knew, Aliana was my girlfriend and here on a vacation.

After dinner, we all headed home. Of course, Aliana came with me. We went into the house and I told her to make herself at home.

She said a hot shower would be nice and I showed her where all the clean towels and things were. I usually slept in my underwear but thought I'd slip on a pair of shorts.

I was watching the weather when Aliana stepped into the room wearing a sexy robe and what looked like a teddy under it.

"I put your suitcases in the middle bedroom. I hope you will be comfortable there."

She looked at me with a sad but serious look. "I was hoping that I might be able to share your bed while I was here," she said.

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. "Aliana, you gave me the impression that you were not ready to be intimate with me. I just assumed . . ."

"John, please let me explain. If when I finish telling you this you want me to sleep in the spare bedroom, I'll understand. I haven't told you everything about my past. I haven't lied to you; I want you to know that. I just didn't tell you all of it. As you know, I was a dancer and I did lead a somewhat loose life."

"We all did Aliana, I understand."

"John, I have to get this out, I can't keep it from you. You know about Ashley and that for some ungodly reason I married Darrell. I told you how he hit me and abused me. What I didn't tell you was the son of a bitch forced me to have sex with his customers.

"I hated it but there wasn't anything I could do about it. That's why I ran away. But he caught up with me and beat me then told me next time he would kill me and Ashley.

"The last time he shared me was about six months ago. He also had sex with me the night before going to prison. I was on the pill ever since I gave birth to Ashley, so I wasn't worried about becoming pregnant. However, I was worried about passing a disease along to you.

"The only person that knows this besides you is your sister Marie. I went to her to have a physical to make sure I didn't have HIV or any other diseases. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you in any way. It was the only reason I always told you not yet. I wanted you so badly.

"When you saw us hugging at your parent's house it was because she gave me a clean bill of health. So, I can understand if you don't want me in your bed. It's just that I had to be honest with you and have you hear it from me instead of anyone else." 

"Sweetheart, I love you. We both have done things in the past that we're not proud of. I would love to share my bed with you. I won't have sex with you though."

She looked very surprised at me, almost in tears.

"I want to make love to you, to kiss and touch every inch of your body."

She came to me and kissed me passionately. Soon we were both naked, lying on my bed. I began with her lips and then moved back up to her forehead to kiss each spot of her gorgeous body. She laughed as I nibbled behind her ears.

I sucked on her nipples till they became hard. God, her skin was a beautiful shade of chocolate. I wanted to eat her up. I kissed my way down her stomach and then felt her tighten up when I my lips slid below her belly button.

Damn, what a turn on it was, rubbing my face on the dark fuzz between her belly button and her mound. She kept making mewling sounds and told me how much she loved me and wanted me. When I began to rub my face through her mound, I could smell her sex. She was so hot and wet and nearly came when I pushed my fingers inside her.

I kept pumping them in and out while moving down and started to lick her clit. She screamed out and had her first orgasm. I licked faster and faster while she came. I didn't give her a chance to rest as I removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth.

She had her hands on her pussy lips opening them so I could face fuck her. With my tongue deep within her, I pushed my face all over her pussy. She was so damn wet.

I couldn't take it much longer as I raised up and inserted my hard cock into the entrance of her very pink pussy. Slowly pushing in, I felt her lips tighten around me. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back very long. She raised her hips up as I kept pumping harder and harder.

I felt myself ready to come so I pushed in till my balls were touching her ass and filled her with my load of cum. She then lowered her hips and I half laid on her till my cock became soft. 

I rolled off her onto my back so she could rest against my chest as we fell asleep. The last thing I remembered hearing was Aliana whispering, "I really do love you John."

The phone rang at two in the morning. It startled me and woke Aliana. 

"Hello," I said into the receiver, half-awake.

"Sorry to bother you John, but you told me to keep you updated. DJ, Terrence and Lance are on their way to Florida to find you and Aliana. I looked at the tracker and they are entering Kentucky. They must have left a couple of hours ago. If they drive straight through, they should be there by eight o'clock tonight. Sorry I'm late calling but I just got home," Matt said from the other end.

"That's fine Matt, is there anything else you can tell me?"

"I think they looked all over for Aliana. Terrence told him that they had seen you hanging with me in the bar. They came in all loud-mouthed and asked me if I knew you. I did exactly what you said.

"I admitted that we went to high school together and that you lived in Florida. In a not so nice way, he asked me if I knew where and if I had your number. I told him you were just an old friend, and sure, I'd give him your number, but that this was the first time I'd seen you in ten years, so I didn't know anything else about you. He took the address and told me not to ever expect to see you again."

"They didn't start a fight or hurt you in any way did they, Matt?" I asked.

"My pride was hurt a little but with three to one odds, I didn't think fighting with them would have been a good idea."

"Thanks Matt, you're a true friend. I'll call you when I know something more; take care."

"Good luck John. I sure hope you know what you're doing. He was one pissed off dude."

After I hung up the phone Aliana asked, "What are we going to do John?"

"Nothing right now, but we have plans in place just for if this was to happen. Tomorrow I'll explain more of it to you. If Matt's estimation is correct, they should arrive here around seven or eight tomorrow night."

"John, what about my parents and Ashley? Did Matt mention them?"

"No, which is a good thing. He would have said something if there was a problem. You can call them first thing in the morning to help put yourself at ease. Right now, would you please push your butt up against me? You feel so damn good."

She did as I asked and we cuddled till we were able to go to sleep. 

The next morning she called her mom and dad first thing.

"Mom, is everything all right? Is Ashley OK? Did Darrell show up at the house?"

"Easy honey," her mom said. "Here, I'll let you talk to dad."

"Hi Aliana, everything is fine here. I did just as John said. When DJ pulled up, I told him you and Ashley left with a John Jones to Florida. He started to act smart till he saw I had my loaded shotgun aimed at him. I told him to get the hell off my property and if he ever came back, I would shoot him.

"John was right. Darrell was just a bully. He backed away when he found out I was serious about shooting him. I would have done it too if he would have stepped inside our house."

After talking to her dad, she talked to Ashley for a few minutes. She told her she would see her in a few days. It was nice to see her smile knowing her family was fine.

I updated Jim and Bob on the call I received from Matt. 

"Hey guys, it looks like our plan is in play. Jim, you stay here and watch the business. Aliana, if you wouldn't mind helping in the office, I'd appreciate it. You don't have to, but you might feel better with something to keep you busy. Bob and I will be gone for a couple of hours. The girls can show you what to do."

Aliana nodded and headed into the office. She had met the staff at dinner the night before and they all got along great.

Bob and I took two airboats and headed into the dense Everglades past the danger and no trespassing signs. We very slowly made our way a couple of miles into the swamp area. I drove deep into an overgrowth and onto a sandbar.

I anchored the boat but knew it wasn't going anywhere. I then got into Bob's boat and we headed back to the office. We took two trawler boats with small motors and oars and took them to the other campgrounds that DJ knew the address. We docked those boats there.

We headed back to the business. It was nice to see Aliana helping. She said it helped keep her mind off what might happen later. I asked Bob to take her for a ride on one of the airboats. That way she might not be as scared when we rode one later.




A Friend from the Past



They took off on a ride in our general area. When she got back, she came to me and kissed me. She smiled, and Bob laughed. There was no doubt to anyone that she was my woman. 

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Because I love you," she replied as we kissed again.

My cell phone rang just then. I wasn't surprised when I saw it was DJ. I figured he might call. 

"You white mother fucker. I'm coming after you. You stole my woman and I'm going to gut you out. You tell that fucking whore that after I kill you, I'm going to beat her to a pulp and then sell her ass to the highest bidder. You messed with the wrong man, you mother fucker."

"Hey Darrell, we can work this out. Just give Aliana a divorce and you can have everything. Let her have her freedom. There doesn't need to be any violence. Just let her go."

"Mother fucker, nobody takes my property and I own her." 

"Listen, you black bastard," I looked over at Aliana, my silent message an apology for the language. She gave a slight nod showing she understood. "I tried to be fair and nice about this. She's my friend, not your fucking personal property. The only way you'll get near her is over my dead body, you black piece of shit. You fucking scum of the earth."

"Mother fucker, I'll be there and you're right. I will take that whore over your dead body," he said as he hung up.

"What did he say John. I heard your side of the conversation and I have to tell you it scared me." Aliana shook as she spoke, fear in her eyes. 

"He says he doesn't like me and apparently he doesn't like you either. He won't give you a divorce."

"John, please what did he say?" she implored.

"Pretty much what I told you but he used a much more colorful language," I replied. "Don't worry, we have it under control."

At around four o'clock, the tracker started beeping. We knew we had less than four hours before they would be here. At six thirty, Jim, Aliana and I headed over to the campgrounds. I gave Aliana a pair of boots and hip waders to put on. I had another pair for me.

"What are these for John? Are we going fishing or something?"

"Something like that. We may be waist deep in swamp and scum water. I won't force you to wear them, but you'll be glad you did." 

We had our two trawler rowboats ready. We didn't want them to be moving too fast and take a chance of catching up to us or getting bogged down in the swamp. 

Jim saw the Cadillac pulling into the parking area. We started our boat and headed out. I took a machete with me, knowing I would have to cut down some more growth.

"Hey man, have you seen a guy named John Jones?

"Yes Sir. That was him with a lady friend in that boat that just pulled out."

"Do you have a boat we can rent? We're in a hurry."

"Just this trawler boat here. It's good around the Everglades. It's a —" 

"I don't care how much it costs. Here's a fifty; you can give me the change when we get back."

They jumped in the boat and started after us. 

"Be careful and get the boat back before dark," Jim yelled after them.

We didn't usually do business like this but this time we made an exception. They could have just taken the boat for all I cared.

We saw them coming about a hundred yards away, but kept moving along at full power, which was only a few miles an hour. We entered the 'Danger Area', scaring Aliana.

"John, it said danger back there. I'm scared."

"Don't worry sweetheart. I know this area like the back of my hand. I promise that I won't let anyone hurt you."

As they followed us through the everglades, Aliana held on to me while I slowly guided the boat around the difficult curves. I knew it was dangerous but this is what I had to do for the plan to work.

We turned off the main streams onto smaller ones. I even had to slow down so that DJ and his guys would follow us. After making a number of turns, we were in a marsh type swamp.

"My god John, they are still behind us. Where are we going?" she asked, crying.

"Just trust me Aliana, I know every inch of this swamp. I need for them to keep following us."

I pulled up to a sand bar, got out and reached for Aliana's hand. "Hurry, we will have to walk now."

Bob and I had cut a path earlier in the day. We were on sand and mud bar with growth on it, so we could walk decent. A few times, we sank to our ankles but were able to keep moving. 

We heard DJ, Terrence and Lance shut off their boat and begin following us on foot. We just kept moving along ahead of them. Aliana was scared to death but trusted me to take care of her.

"We're coming for you white boy. You and that whore are going to pay the ultimate price for crossing me. I'm going to fucking kill you," DJ screamed from behind us.

Soon we reached a plateau where it was all wet sand, about twelve feet across and a good twenty feet wide, surrounded by swamp growth.

"Follow me, hold on tight because we have to go around this sand."

"God, I'm scared John." She stumbled but held on to me.

We dropped about a foot into the swamp water. Aliana even gave out a little scream as we waded through it and around to the other side of the sand before ending up directly across from the path we were on minutes ago. Right then we saw the three scumbags approaching us about fifty feet from the sand bog. 

"Stop right there or we'll shoot you where you stand," yelled DJ. "You take another step and your whore girlfriend is dead."

About twenty feet away from the sand bog, Aliana was crying and holding on to me.

"Did you really think you could get away with this shit? You did all this for a fucking whore. Did she tell you how she fucked everyone I told her to? You're one stupid bastard," DJ hollered, then laughed as he started to come across the sand at us, his two buddies standing behind him.

All of a sudden, he started to sink, losing his gun as he threw his arms in the air. He'd stepped in quicksand.

He yelled to his two buddies to help him out. They started to approach him when I said, "If you save him, he'll boss you around the rest of your lives. You might want to think about it."

"You dumb fucks get me the fuck out of here." They weren't reacting.

"I got money, it's all yours if you get me out of here," yelled DJ, now waist deep in the quicksand.

"Where's the money at?" asked Terrence. "Tell us and we'll help you. You don't have a choice."

"There's a key in my apartment. It's to a locker at the bus station; now get me out of here."

They started to move forward but decided not to. They knew they could now have it all, the business and the money. They watched as he sank to his neck and went down calling them fucking black bastards.

Aliana couldn't watch it. She was in my arms crying on my shoulder as DJ sank in the sand. 

"I can't watch it, I just can't," said a scared and crying Aliana as she clung to me.

I watched as his head went under, buried for eternity in the quick sand. 

"From the earth you came and to the earth you return," I said to myself.

I looked over and saw Terrence and Lance standing there staring at us. We each stood on opposite sides of the bog, Aliana and me with a machete and them with guns. 

"Looks like if we do away with you two, we'll be home free," said Lance.

"People know we're here and saw you get in the boat. Besides, if you make a wrong turn, alligators will eat you. It's getting dark and they'll be hungry. Oh shit, there is one behind you, look out," I yelled.

They quickly turned around and fired shots into the ground behind them. It gave me enough time to pull Aliana into the high swamp growth behind us. When they turned back around, all they saw was empty space where we had been.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" asked Lance.

"Forget about them Lance. We need to get out of here before it gets any darker. We didn't do nothing wrong, besides we need to get back."

They had over a mile to walk back through the swamp. Aliana and I waded through waist high swamp water for about twenty-five yards where we had our airboat docked. We quickly boarded it and headed back to the campground area where Jim was waiting. 

"Sure is good to see you two. We could hear the sound of gunshots. What happened?"

"DJ couldn't make it through the quicksand and his buddies will probably be here in a little while. It might be best if you stay out of sight and see what they do. We're taking the airboat back to the business. We'll get the trawler tomorrow. Call me as soon as you know something." 

We headed back to the house and went to clean up and change into something dry. Aliana took a shower while I docked the boat. I took a quick shower and when I came out, Aliana greeted me with a kiss.

"You're my guardian angel and hero all rolled into one. I really do love you John Jones. That will never change."

My phone rang and it was Jim. "John, they just arrived back. They didn't even tie up the boat. They just got out and went right to their car. They did look scared. Do you want me to call you and let you know where they're going? I still have the tracker."

"Just call if they head anywhere other than north. They have to be tired. My guess is they will drive a while and find a cheap motel away from this area."

"OK, sounds good. I'm heading home myself after I go dock the stupid boat. I'll keep an eye on the tracker for a while and hopefully talk to you in the morning."

Back at my house, I went back to kissing Aliana. "John, I owe you my life. How can I ever repay you?"

"I'm sure we can think of a way. Let's start by letting me kiss your body all over again."

"Wait, you did that last night. It's my turn to return the favor."

She walked with me to the bedroom and when I started to undress she said, "Stop, I'm supposed to be doing this." 

Before I knew it, she'd stripped me of all my clothes and began to kiss my body. I was as hard as a rock, and when she got to my cock, I told her to turn so I could eat her pussy at the same time. She had no objection to that as I pushed my tongue into her very wet tunnel.

We continued to make love till we both fell asleep in each others arms.

*****

The phone rang at six the next morning waking us both up again. It was Jim.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," said Jim laughing.

"You woke us up so you interrupted my sleep. What's up Jim?"

"You were right about those other two guys. They spent the night in Georgia. They started on the move again this morning. I'll probably lose them in the next hour or so but it sure does look like they're headed back to Ohio."

"Thanks Jim, we'll see you in a couple of hours. I'm going to try and get a little more shut-eye."

"Yeah, right," Jim said and chuckled as he hung up the phone.

"Is everything OK John?" asked Aliana.

"Everything's fine. The scumbags are headed back to Ohio."

"Would you like a little morning sex?" I asked Aliana looking sexy as can be.

"I'd love it," she said as she grabbed me around the neck and brought me down to the bed.

The next two days went by without much new happening. Matt called and said Terrence and Lance returned to Ohio but he never saw DJ. I just told him DJ found a permanent residence in the Everglades. He didn't ask any more about him.

I mentioned to Matt about calling the scumbags and setting up a meet. I told him that we believed they got some of DJ's money so he might want to ask for a bigger buy.

He called us back later in the day and said he asked them if they could handle sixty grand worth of crack instead of the original thirty. He added they hesitated but agreed they could do it. They had a meet set up at the reality office for seven the next morning.

I told Matt to turn it over to his brother and explain the whole deal. I suggested he stay clear of it all after that.

"We're coming home day after tomorrow. We'll be driving my truck. It should take us two days to get there, since we don't plan on driving straight through. You can fill us in on how and if the drug bust was successful."

Once we arrived, we went right to her parent's house to see Ashley. She ran up to her mom and gave her a big hug. It just made me smile.

"Did you like Florida, Mom? Is it pretty there?" asked Ashley.

"Yes, it is very beautiful there; you're going to love it there."

She stayed there to talk with her parents. In the meantime, I went to see Matt.

"How'd it go Matt or did it?

Matt was grinning from ear to ear. "It went perfect. My brother didn't believe me at first till I told him the story about setting up a buy and I explained that somehow they got hold of DJ's money and purchased more crack with it.

"He talked to the undercover guys who went there and made the bust. They used the name of Pedro Castro just like you said. Two of the agents went inside with government cash and asked to see the goods. Once they opened the vault, the whole police department rained down on the building.

"It was awesome! I watched it all go down from on top of a building across the street. They recovered over a hundred thousand dollars worth of crack and other dope. God knows what the street value would have been. They were hoping to catch DJ there also but Steve told me that his partners said that he went to Florida and hasn't returned yet. I didn't tell him anything about you or Aliana."

"Please Matt; don't mention us in any way, shape or form."

"No problem. Steve is the man of the hour for organizing the bust, and he thanked me repeatedly. The paper reported it as one of the biggest busts in our area. Plus, they're going after the suppliers now. It was quite the ride, John. Thank you for inviting me along."

"You're welcome my friend, and thank you for helping Aliana and me. I'll try and stop by to visit whenever I'm up this way. Feel free to come and visit me in Florida also." 

I felt happy for Matt and Steve. They said that Terrence and Lance would go to prison for a very long time. I went back to Aliana's and told her about the drug bust. She was very happy hearing the news.

I sat down and Ashley came into the room. "What's the matter honey, you look sad?"

I got down on one knee in front of her so I could talk to her at eye level. She came over, put her arms around me, and said, "I love you John and want you to be my daddy." Talk about something pulling at your heartstrings. "Will you be my daddy?"

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. I was trying to figure out what to tell her.

"Honey, I love you too but it's not that easy, it's complicated."

"What's comcated mean John?"

"Let me try and explain it to you. Your mommy is already married. A paper she has says she's married. She has to go to a lawyer and get a divorce, which means she will no longer be married. It can take some time to get that done, sometimes up to six months. After that she will have to decide if she wants to get remarried." 

Aliana was watching me talk to Ashley. I had no idea what to say to a four year old, but I tried to tell her the truth. "If your mom wanted to marry me and move to Florida, she would have to go through all your things and decide what to take and what to leave."

"Mom would marry you. She loves you just like me."

"If we got married, then I would have to fill out papers that say I want to adopt Ashley Brown as my daughter, and your mom would have to say it was all right with her. When it gets approved, then they would change your name to Ashley Jones and you would legally become my daughter. So you see it would all take some time."

Ashley looked at me like "What the heck are you saying?" Aliana and her parents were smiling at my struggle in explaining it to her. They did all they could to keep from laughing. I finally realized I was getting nowhere.

"Honey, let me try this again so you might understand," I said, walking over in front of Aliana and kneeling on one knee. 

"Aliana, I love you more than anything. As soon as your divorce is final, would you marry me and allow me to adopt Ashley as my daughter? Will you get all your stuff together, move to Florida with me, and share my house in the next few months? That includes bringing Ashley to live with us."

"Say yes mommy, tell John yes."

After a few seconds, Aliana looked into my eyes and said, "Yes, to everything you said. I'll marry you, you can adopt Ashley as your daughter and I'll do my best to get things in order to move to Florida in the next few months."

"Yeah," Ashley yelled as she jumped off the chair and climbed on my back. She was all smiles as I kissed her mom. 

Mr. and Mrs. Brown smiled too, but I would have to believe they would miss having them around. They had two other daughters, a son, and seven grandkids, but they didn't live anywhere near them. They visited now and then but it wouldn't be the same as seeing them everyday. I hoped they just wanted the best for Aliana and Ashley though.

It was time for me to go tell my parents about our plans. I told Aliana I would stop by the next day and take her to pick up her belongings at the apartment she had with Darrell. That's why we drove up in my pick-up truck. I was wondering in what condition the place would be in seeing that Darrell told Terrence and Lance he had hid a key there to a locker at the bus depot. Since they brought in more crack I figured they'd found it.

*****

The following morning we arrived at her apartment. The front door had a crack in it and hung open. Someone had broken into the apartment. It looked like a tornado went through the rooms. Piles of clothes, the dresser drawers with the contents dumped, her TV and even the stereo lay scattered around where the vandals threw them.

The mattress rested on its side, ripped open with the inside shredded. When Aliana saw the mess, she closed her eyes for a second and shook her head. 

"Why did they have to destroy everything? Breaking the TV and stereo was just plain destructive."

"It was probably their way of getting revenge on you. You should call the police and report the break in."

"They won't come out here for a robbery, not in this neighborhood," said Aliana.

"It's just that you want it on record. You might as well go tell the landlord too and then let him know that you will be moving. Are you on any type of lease?" I asked.

She gave a slight smile. "You've got to be kidding. The people in this apartment building change weekly if not daily. I'll let him know that I'll clean up the place and be out in the next day or so."

While she went and made her calls, I brought in a few boxes and bags and started gathering up some of the papers lying around. When she came back in, she said that she was just taking her personal things, and then started putting hers and Ashley's clothes in the large bags.

I had most of the papers gathered and put in the box but told her she should go through them when she found the time in case there was anything important. I walked into the bathroom and saw the busted lid on the toilet tank. Looking closer, I found a small baggie inside.

"Aliana, I think they found the key in the toilet tank lid. I can see where it was taped to the inside." Aliana started crying.

"I'm sorry honey, I don't know what to say or do. We can replace anything you want. I hate to see you cry," I said as I took her into my arms and held her.

"It's not things, John. Other than our personal items I don't want anything here in our house to remind me of the bastard."

"Why are you crying then?"

"I just thought about the money that he had hid. He didn't care enough for me or Ashley to leave us a little to help make ends meet. If it wasn't for mom and dad helping me, I don't know what we would have done. Yet all this time he had money stashed away for himself."

We spent the whole afternoon straightening up the room. I took the bags of clothing, the box of papers and a few of Ashley's toys out to the truck. We put the broken items and torn mattress and dumped them outside in the trash barrel.




A Friend from the Past



After returning to her parents, we unloaded all the items and put it in a room for her to go through when she had time.

I spent the evening with them and had dinner. Her mom sure could cook. Before we ate, I played games with Ashley. She found a couple of puzzles we brought back and asked me to help her put them together. God, I loved this little girl. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her. When I left to go home, she told me that she would miss me.

It was hard to say goodbye. Aliana had tears in her eyes when I was leaving. "I love you Aliana, and I promise I'll be back for you and Ashley. I'll call you every couple of days."

*****

Aliana went back to the lounge where she worked and told her boss that she would be leaving to move to Florida within a short time. He told her that he would miss her but wished her the best.

I called her at least every other day, since I missed her so much. I always had to talk to Ashley too.

Aliana did say the police came by twice looking for Darrell. She told them that she hadn't seen him and that when he got out of prison, she was in Florida. They said someone mentioned that the last time they talked to Darrell he was on his way to see her. 

She told them, "He's a bastard and I went there to get away from him. I applied for a divorce, so if you find him please let me know so I can have the papers served."

She did tell them she was with me in Florida. We had talked it over and the main thing was that we never saw him. The local sheriff came and talked to me a couple of times. I told him I knew of the man but I had never met him.

Joe, our sheriff, was a friend of mine and told me to be careful. There was a warrant out for the guy for fleeing and he was considered dangerous.

"Thanks for the information, Joe. If I see or hear from him, you'll be the first person I'll call." 

"Just be careful John. Tell your employees to keep an eye out as well."

A little over a month had passed when I was in the office and received a phone call. It was from Ashley.

"Ashley, honey, are you okay?" I was a bit nervous, this was the first time I ever received a call from Ashley.

"John, mommy said I could call you; is it OK?" 

"Yes, of course it is. You just had me worried that something was wrong."

"Mommy isn't married anymore so you can marry her and we can come live with you."

"What? Honey, is mommy there? I need to speak with her."

"OK John, here's mommy, see you soon." 

"Hello," said Aliana.

"Aliana, what's going on? Ashley said you're divorced? Is that true?" 

"Well sort of, I'm so happy I had to share the good news with you."

"I don't understand. It's only been a little over a month," I said.

"I'll try to give you the short version for now. Remember the box of papers you told me to go through? Well, I listened to you and looked at them one paper at a time. It was boring but I felt I should do it. Most of it was old papers of Darrell's; I pitched those until I came across a divorce petition."

"What? He was going to divorce you?" I asked, confused.

"No, it was from a Lydia Stone. I took the paper to my lawyer and he had it checked out. Darrell was married to her before me. He called Lydia and you won't believe this story. 

"He said Darrell beat her and she had him put in jail. Darrell convinced her to drop the charges and he would give her the divorce she asked for and wouldn't fight it." 

Aliana took a deep breath before going on. I waited, letting her get it all out. 

"She dropped the charges and he moved to Ohio from Pennsylvania. The only problem is, he never signed the divorce papers. This woman never remarried and didn't bother to check further. She was just happy to have gotten rid of him.

"It turns out that he was a bigamist when he married me. Harold, my lawyer, took the form to court and had my marriage annulled. So, if all those things you said about marrying me and adopting Ashley is true, we accept."

I had tears in my eyes. It couldn't have been much better news. 

"Of course I meant everything I said. I'll come up in a couple of weeks and we'll be married. I'll fly up and we can rent a moving van and bring back whatever you want." 

Crying into the phone, she replied, "John, I love you so much. I promise you I will be a wonderful wife."

"Honey, can you give the phone to Ashley so I can tell her." 

I heard her move the phone away before calling out, "Ash, John wants to tell you something."

"Hello," said Ashley.

"Honey, I'll be up in a couple of weeks to marry mommy and then you and her are moving to Florida with me. Then I'll file the papers to make you my daughter."

"Really? Can I tell everybody?" asked Ashley.

"Yes, you can tell everyone you want." I laughed at her eagerness. 

"OK, here's mommy. I have to go tell grandma."

She didn't even say goodbye, she was so excited. 

"You sure made her happy," Aliana said, coming back on the phone. "Do you want me to make plans for a small reception? I figure we can go to the judge that granted my annulment to get married."

"Whatever you want, honey. Call Matt and tell him I want him to be my witness. You should find someone to be a witness too."

"Would you mind if I asked Marie?"

"Not at all. I'll call mom and dad and tell them the good news. You can get in touch with them later and give them the time, place and dates. Other than my sister's family and Matt, there's no one else up there to invite from my side. I've been out of Ohio too long."

After we said goodbye and hung up, I went and told everyone about my plans to get married. They were happy for me but were a little mad that we were getting married in Ohio.

"Man, we always talked about throwing you a big party when you got married," said Jim.

"Sorry guys but both of our families are in Ohio. We're just getting married by a judge."

"We don't give a hoot about watching you say 'I do', it was the reception we were hoping for," Bob added. "Can we throw you another reception when you get back?"

I had to laugh. These guys were married themselves and so were my office help. They all pleaded with me to let them throw a reception. They said it could be on the beach by the business.

"OK, we'll have a second reception the Saturday after we get back. I'm almost sure Aliana won't mind."

****

I was a nervous wreck for the next two weeks. I did my best to clean up the house and have a home ready for Ashley.

Jim and Bob told me to calm down, that I was almost irritating. They asked if I wanted a bachelor party and I told them I didn't think so, but I wouldn't mind the three of us doing a little fishing to get my mind off the wedding. We went and I damn near got drunk on beer. Didn't catch many fish.

I would have never believed I would be this nervous. A couple of days before I was to fly out, I received a call from Aliana. She said she had a surprise for me. I had no idea what it could possibly be and she wouldn't give any hints.

"Are you pregnant," I blurted out.

"What? No! I'm still on the pill. Do you want me to stop taking them?"

"That's up to you. It's your body. I love Ashley, you know that but if we had more kids, I wouldn't mind. God, I want you. I can hardly wait."

The time came for me to fly to Ohio. I was nervous as hell. Matt was there to pick me up and take me to my parents.

My parents were so happy to see me. They told me it was a surprise to find out it was so soon, so I explained about the annulment. Both loved Aliana and Ashley and welcomed them into the family.

I borrowed Dad's car and drove over to see Aliana. She greeted me with a kiss that could melt an iceberg. "There's a lot more where that came from."

I looked around and there came Ashley yelling "Daddy! Mommy said I could call you that if it's all right with you," said Ashley.

"Of course sweetheart, it's fine with me." It caught me a bit off guard but I sure didn't mind.

I looked over at Aliana. "So, you want more little feet running around?" I smiled.

"Yes, it's fine with me as long as I have you by my side," replied Aliana.

"OK, what's this big surprise?"

She handed me a sports bag. "What's this?" 

"Open it and see," she said.

I unzipped it and it was full of money. "What the hell? Where did this come from? How much is here?"

"There is ten thousand dollars there. It's the amount you paid to help me," she said with a grin.

"Where did it come from? Who does it belong to?" I asked.

"Again, I owe it to you."

"I don't understand."

"You told me to take the time to look through all those papers. I mentioned to you how boring it was but then I came across those divorce papers. After that, I decided to double check everything. 

"I came across two bank slips where money was deposited. It wasn't a local bank, it was in the next town. What drew my attention was my name was on one deposit slip and Ashley's was on the other. The bank official said he couldn't discuss it over the phone, so I went to see him."

"Aliana, if you didn't make those deposits, who did?"

She put her hand out for me to be patient before going on. "He asked for my identification; he then told me that a man came in a few months ago. According to the date of the deposit, it was three days before Darrell went to prison. Anyway, he wanted to deposit a large amount of money but did not want it in his name.

"The banker suggested he use a relative, preferably a spouse or child. The only problem would be that he would have to have the depositor's permission to withdraw the money. In the child's account, it would have to be a guardian.

"John, he used my name to make the deposits. Before he went to jail, he had me sign a bunch of papers. I was too scared to ask any questions. I figure that these accounts were some that I had signed.

"To make a long story short, these are mine and Ashley's accounts. I am the guardian over her and have full control till she turns eighteen. I guess Darrell figured his money was safe with me not knowing about the account and he would have withdrawn the money when he got out."

"Aliana, I don't want your money. Use it for you and Ashley."

"John, there was a hundred thousand dollars in my account and fifty thousand in Ashley's. I withdrew fifteen thousand, ten thousand to pay you back and five thousand to help us with the wedding and to get moved to Florida. I will never keep secrets from you. I guess Darrell supplied money for us after all. He just forgot to tell me about it," she said, leaning over and kissing me.

Figuring I'd use it for all of us, I accepted the money.

On Saturday, we went to the judge to get married. We'd gotten the license already and Matt and Marie were our witnesses. Matt's new girlfriend sat with Ashley and watched us give our vows. He'd asked earlier in the week if he could bring her along. Afterward, we all headed to a hall that Aliana had rented for the reception. 

I was surprised to find out that all of Aliana's siblings were there with their families. They were all so happy for their sister and treated me well. They'd stayed away from her before because of her involvement with Darrell. Now they were a united family again.

Marie was probably as happy as anyone was for us. In the short period of time they knew each other since reuniting, they'd become close friends.

One of Aliana's sisters got us a good band on such short notice. I loved standing there and holding Aliana in my arms and swaying to the slow songs.

I picked up Ashley and held her in my arms as we danced to a couple of songs. I could tell life was going to be good.

At the end of the night, Aliana and I went to a swank hotel to spend our honeymoon night. Her parents took Ashley home with them and we told her we would see her in the morning. She was all tired out from dancing at the reception anyway.

As we entered the room, I removed my new wife's clothing piece by piece. Anytime some skin showed, I kissed it. Shoving her lightly on the bed, I stripped her and buried my face into her love tunnel, licking, sucking, tongue fucking her till she was moaning and squealing. I finger fucked her before rubbing my cock up and down over her wet pussy lips. 

"Fuck me John! Give me your cock." 

I couldn't wait any longer and pushed my hard cock slowly into her till my balls slapped her ass. I held still for a few seconds and then did a slow in and out motion feeling her need for me, moving faster as she began pumping her hips to meet my every thrust.

Then, I slammed in hard, held my position, and came as hard as I have ever come. Her pussy tightened with a grip that wouldn't let go as I felt her orgasm. 

After we had rested, she slid on top of me. I loved watching her juices running down my cock every time she pulled her body up. It was one fantastic night and we knew it was just the beginning.

****

In the days that followed, we rented a moving van and put all of her belongings in it. We said goodbye to her siblings and their families, asking them to all come down and see us. We really hoped they would.

Then we said goodbye to my parents, Marie and her family, who all wished us the best. It was sad to be leaving our loved ones but we were happy that we were beginning a new life together.

We took a few days driving to Florida, stopping and doing a little touring in the different states. We vacationed during the day with Ashley and made love every night.

Late Thursday evening we made it home and decided to empty the moving van in the morning. Ashley loved looking out the door and seeing the beginning of the everglades.

"I'm going to love it here mommy. Are there any kids for me to play with?"

I answered her. "Yes, there are a lot of kids about your age that live around here. You'll probably be meeting some tomorrow. Right now it's time for you to sleep in your new room."

She went to sleep in her new bed, and Aliana and I went to our room, where we made love in our bed before falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, we brought everything in and Aliana and Ashley spent the day putting things away. Aliana said Ashley wanted to help but it was more of a hindrance. It took her twice as long because she had to answer all Ashley's questions.

The following day we had our second reception on the beach. It gave Aliana a chance to meet some of our neighbors and friends who lived in the area. Even Joe our sheriff and a couple of his deputies showed up.

Ashley got to meet a lot of the other kids and they became friends almost instantly. We really did live in a nice area.

Jim, Bob, and their wives made up the guest list. They had the food catered in and an open bar as well as a couple of kegs. We gave free boat rides to the guests and even had an open area for night swimming. Overall, everyone had a great time.

About a month later, we took a honeymoon to Disneyworld, taking Ashley along. 

Epilogue:

It's been a year since the wedding. We've registered Ashley in kindergarten. We've kept in contact with our parents, talking with them every week. 

Anything that made my family happy made me happy. 

One day Aliana came over to me and I rubbed her belly. Yes, she was six months pregnant. We made love so often that we couldn't even narrow it down to the day she conceived. All we knew was that it was a boy and he would be John Jr.

Falling in love with my old friend was more than I could have ever asked for. We hear that there aren't any perfect marriages but if there is, we are it.

*

Thank you for reading my story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear



A Friend Helps Out



Back when my husband first began to hint that he might like me to have sex with other men, I must say I was a little confused by it. I had been brought up to assume that being married meant that I would never be able to consider such things, and still stay married that is. I was very happy with my marriage to Mike and wasn't interested in risking it for anything. That is not to say that I was never sexually attracted to other guys. I just considered sexual fidelity to be an inescapable part of the marital arrangement.

That began to change when we had our first experience swinging with another couple. One night after going out dancing with a couple who were our best friends at the time, we ended up coming back to our place and swapping partners for the night. We had all had a little too much to drink which certainly helped it along. Nevertheless, all of us were well-aware of what we were doing and sincerely wanted to do it at the time.

Surprisingly enough, that first experiment worked out very well, considering it was the first time for both us and the other couple. We all had a lot of fun with it. The next day, once we got over the initial shock at what had transpired, all four of us were very happy with it and excited about the possibilities in the future. Mike was extremely pleased and excited about how well I did with Rick and how much fun I had doing it. In fact, he was more excited about my newly-expressed willingness and enthusiasm for sex with other men than he was about his own possibilities of having sex with other women.

Wow, pleasing my man by having sex with other men. It almost boggled my mind at first but I soon began to appreciate and accept his perspective. I still didn't fully understand it but I came to know that he was truly sincere and very pleased and excited about the expansion of my sexual horizons. He didn't think less of me. Quite the contrary, he seemed to appreciate and admire me more than ever. How could I complain?

A week or two after that, Mike brought up the possibility of my having sex with another one of his friends, Frank. In fact, Frank was an old friend to both of us, going back to when we were single. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.

I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home renovation project he had going. Mike had discussed the possibilities with Frank before so he had a pretty good idea what might be going on. I had no doubt that Frank would want to have sex with me. We had teased each other with hints and sexual innuendos for years. We liked each other and were attracted to each other sexually. Nothing had never happened between us and both of us had accepted that nothing ever would after I got married to Mike.

I was wet with excitement before Frank even got there. I put on my sexiest lingerie with a mini-skirt and button-up blouse over top and a pair of sexy high-heeled shoes. When Frank arrived, Mike told him that there was something else he wanted to do before they got started on the project. When I walked out into the kitchen to greet Frank, he almost fainted. All he could do was nod his head and stammer about how great I looked.

We played a game of strip poker and, although I am normally very lucky at cards, for some reason it wasn't very long before I was stripped down to just my lingerie. It was a red lacy chemise type of garment, mostly see-through, with just a thong going between my legs. My tits and pussy were plainly visible and neither of the guys could take their eyes off me and were both sporting big erections. Mike was shuffling the cards for another hand when I moved over and unzipped Frank's pants, freeing his throbbing hard cock. He had a nice sized member and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw it. I immediately bent over and took it into my mouth and began sucking it like a big lollipop.

I was on fire. I wanted Frank's cock inside me more than almost anything at that moment. Knowing my husband would be pleased with my unabashed sexuality, I didn't waste any time. I led Frank by his cock into the bedroom and lay back on the bed with my knees pulled up and my legs spread wide. The thong on my lingerie was loose enough to be easily pulled over to allow access to my pussy which was literally dripping with excitement. We fucked for a long while with Mike watching wide-eyed, his stiff cock in his hand. Frank surprised me a little with his stamina and I lost all track of time until I heard Mike say that we were running out of time and had to finish up.

Our daughter was due to arrive home on the school bus around 3:20pm and by then it was a few minutes after 3. Frank started fucking me with renewed vigor and within a minute we both came. I had cum several times before but the feel of his cock spasming with orgasm and spurting me full of semen pushed me over the edge again to an absolutely explosive climax. By the time we came to our senses, we had to hustle to clean up and get ready. When my daughter, about eight years old at the time, arrived home, everything was perfectly normal. Mike and Frank were in the basement working and I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.



A Friend in Deed



Molly crossed the two snow covered back yards, knocked on April's back door, pulling her coat tighter, protecting herself from the cold biting wind, and waited for April to open the door.

"Come on in, Molly," April said reeling from the gust of freezing, air as Molly, entered the cozy warm kitchen, "want a cup of hot coffee?" April asked.

"Is there any other kind," Molly shot back, while shucking her coat, and taking, a chair at the table, "can I have this last sweet roll?"

"Go ahead." April replied pouring a steaming fresh cup, "boy it's some cold weather we've been having isn't it?"

Molly took the cup from her friend, took a sip and replied, "Yeah, and lately it's been pretty cold in our house too." 

"You, and Gary having problems again?" April asked softly.

"Not really...well, yes we are." Molly said between sips, "it's just that his new job keeps him on the go, and to tell you the truth our love life is really suffering, from it."

"It'll get better," April, said in a soothing tone, "once he gets everything straightened, at work, he'll have more time for you, I'm sure of it!"

The two friends sat quietly, for a few minutes drinking their coffee, and molly nibbling away at the sweet roll, quaking from the last few shuddery chills, as the warmth seeped in and relaxed the stiffness from the cold door-to-door dash.

April was the first to break the silence, "I haven't felt it get this cold in a while."

"Yea its gonna freeze hard tonight." Molly agreed smiling then a frown came across her face.

"What is it?" April pried.

"I don't know what else to do; I keep the house sort of cleaned up, I'm sort of a good cook, and give him plenty of space to unwind from work, Yet he pays less and less attention to me." Molly whined.

"Well if you don't mind me asking when was the last time you had sex, or just laid in each others arms?" April asked warmly.

"It's been over a week since we had sex and then it was more like wham bam hop on hump and hop off, and I can't remember the last time we just cuddled," her voice scratched with the sound of frustration.

"Do you think he's seeing another woman?" April pressed on.

"No...! Way! I would know. I'd smell it on him." Molly snapped.

"You're sure?" April poked.

"Yes. The last time we did it he popped really fast and pumped me full so he isn't getting it from anyone else." A tone of helplessness sounded in Molly's voice as she added, "There must be something I can do."

"Do you try to get him to let you suck his dick?" April pressed farther.

"Yes. I try to get him going but he just won't sit still long enough it's almost like he doesn't want me to touch him anymore." Molly said her voice rife with disappointment. 

"Did you scrape it or bite it?" April pried and nosing further asked, "You do make sure he is responding to your oral coaxings?" 

"No. No. No. Yes...yes I do it good. He use to let me suck him off all the time." Molly assured and then moaned; "Now he won't sit still long enough."

"I'm sorry I want to help... really. I am just brain storming." April said warmly as she softly petted Molly's shoulder.

"All this Q. and A. is making me horny. I've almost forgot what it's like to make love all day like you and I use to do." Molly warmly admitted reminiscently as she responded to April's cajoling adding, "When Gary and I first got together we use to make love everyday and sometimes all night and into the next day."

"I'm glad we, Mike and I are doing good in the sex department. He could spend a lot more time eating me out though." April confided.

"I wish Gary would just touch me there. It has been a long time since our place as had the fresh scent of sex." then out of the blue, Molly sniffed the air, exaggeratedly and asked, "Do you smell that, what is it?" A slight smile all most gave her away. April took a couple of sniffs herself, and replied, "No, I don't smell anything!"

"Do you love the smell of fresh sex? I do... I love the smell of fresh sex." Molly went on.

"You are full of it." April teased back.

"I wish I was." Molly mused as she cocked her head to one side pretending to concentrate. She sniffed for a moment or two before saying with a broad grin, "I know what it is, you and Mike had sex, tell me the truth. April, and Mike did it... April, and Mike did it!" repeating coyly dancing in her seat and singing like a little girl.

"Oohh...! Molly...!" April scowled and hissed, "I don't see how that's any of your business?" slurping at her coffee with quick short sips and trying to scowl.

"Oh, stop it, I'm teasing and you know it." Molly shot back good-naturedly, "it's not a fault that you smell of hot wonderful sex, and in fact I wish I did! And you know it."

April rolled her eyes, replied softly, "Oh your incorrigible Molly, you know you are all baaaaaad!"

Molly giggled a little before replying, "Yea I know. I'm glad we can lean on each other, and play around. So tell me, how was it, did you let him cum in your mouth, was it doggy style, please I want to know everything?"

"Mooullyyyyyyy." April said in an exasperated, giggle, "Now stop, this instant!" Taking a big gulp, gazed into the cup, and grinned a very saucy grin.

"Oh come ooonnn..." Molly pressed, "Oh please if I can't get the real thing, at least let me hear about it, so, how was it?"

April pulled her housecoat tighter around her chest and in almost a whisper replied, "It was unbelievable, Moll, Mike woke me up with his mouth suckling on my clitoris, in seconds I was cumming all over his face."

"Oh my," Molly moaned softly and leaning closer, "then what?"

She leaned closer as if divulging a state secret, whispering quieter drawing Molly closer, "Well...He..." Then blurted out, "Was in a hurry, so he crawled between my open legs, mounted me..." paused bursting with laughter.

"Aaparrilll...!" Molly chided and laughed with her, "come on tell me the real story." She coaxed.

"We do that some times. Now where did I leave off oh yea... and went super hard..." April let a teasingly impish giggle.

"Oh April come on tell me right!" Molly interrupted.

"Oh okay Mike just worked the head in and out of me for a few minutes then he would stop I think he was holding back cause he would start up again. He did that several times and then he went back down on me and made me cum by teething my labia and when I recovered from my orgasm he mounted me and stuffed his cock inside me and started pounding me shooting his load deep inside of me! He all-ways lunges so deep lifting me off the bed as he cums, and holds it there I can feel each squirt." Ending with hardy reminiscent sigh April watched her coffee change color as she stirred in the cream.

"Did you cum when he mounted, and rode you hard?" Molly asked, breathlessly.

"Are you kidding, I like it like that too." April sighed, "I awoke into orgasms when he was eating me out, Mike didn't even stop when I gushed urine all over his face and when Mike mounted me, he was like a wild animal out of control I think that that is why I came the whole time. I can still feel his body crashing into mine. His cum I can still feel it forcefully gushing, and it was a 'lot...!' too this time. Yes I can still feel that hot sperm squirting inside me." April mischievously added knowing it would tease Molly.

"Did you take a bath yet?" Molly whispered deeply eagerly looking on.

"No, his cum is still deep inside me." April replied gently, "Why do you ask?"

Molly was obviously in a state, of high sexual arousal, looked at her friend. Took a long swallow, swirled her drink, and looked, for a moment, warmly, and deeply at her friend, saying softly, "The smell of your man, made me crave the taste of cum, and the feeling of it oozing in my pussy!"

Both women sat there a few moments Molly looking warmly at April, her looking back, and smiling. The top of April's robe was open a bit, exposing both of her large breasts, her large nipples jutted through her thick robe! Molly's, flannel shirt was open enough to show her small firm breasts, nipples hardening beneath the shirt, her face was blushing to a deep red.

Molly reached with her warm hand, and caressed April's cheek softly kissed her ear, whispering, "Please, let me taste his cum." And then cajoled, "It has been a while since you and I have slept together."

April, had started to breath harder, her face was red as she looked at Molly, "Yea it has, since Mike and I have moved in together," she said softly smiling as she got up turned the stove off, and then added, "Lets go lay down in the 'same' bed, it will feel good to cum again with you."

April locked the kitchen door, they walked to the bedroom, arm and arm, closed the door turned and kissed, sharing passions melting with abandon. They took each other's clothing, and let it drop to the floor, without losing touch Molly moved to each firm nipple, giving them a kiss and kissing her way to April's bellybutton. From April's breasts to her firm belly and lingering at her navel as she knelt on her knees then kissing April's clitoris through the thick black pubic hairs covering her labia. She suckled on her clitoris flicked her tongue along April's labia, "I have missed our get-togethers." Molly affirmed warmly between kisses.

"I love the way you suck on my clitoris," April cajoled and dreamily added, "You are making my muscles churn inside. Mike says he loves the way I grip his penis when I cum with him inside me."

"Yes you do have some very active muscles; I have tried but I can't make my muscles work the way you'res do they really clamp onto my fingers." 

April stood there twirling her tight nipple, while Molly sucked on her growing clitoris. The air in the room was dense, with the aroma of fresh sex. Taking the lead April coaxed Molly to the bed, laid her down with a full mouthed kiss, probing every little fold, encircling her tongue, reaching, to the very back of her throat, pulling back, and kissing each eye, moving to, and pausing at, the ear lobe, for a breath and blow it out across molly's ear. She had caused a tremble to ripple throughout Molly's body; she gasped, but offered no resistance, as April slowly took the ear into her mouth with her tongue. She pulled back holding it tight, with her teeth, and slowly let it slip free.

Molly inhaled rapidly, holding her ear steady, in hopes of more nibbling and breathlessly cooed; "You are so, so, sweet and, tender. I love, my ear being bitten like that." Molly smiled dreamily as she fanned her right leg slowly.

April put her finger on Molly's mouth, and stood up, straddled her friend, moving her warm pussy close to her face, and with her finger opened April's mouth pressed her labia to her lips, and opened her pussy allowing the warm cum to flow into Molly's mouth. She started to swallow, moaning, and kissing her friend's clitoris, labia, and vulva, licking them clean.

April rolled her eyes and groaned as the sexual furnace in her pussy was being stoked by her best friend's suckling, she began to mix in more of her own juices for her hungry friend to drink. The licking the suckling made April start to rub her hot flaring vagina all over Molly pushing it onto her chin. Little, quick gasps, lunges, a sigh, and the orgasm rested. Molly sucked for another minute or so before April, lay down at her side, gave a long passionate kiss, of thank you to Molly.

April whispered softly into her ear, "I'm just teasing you, honey, let me help you cum." Molly's eyes were kept closed with kisses, ear lobe nibbling, and vaginal massaging. This sensual coitus caused the labia to part, as a blooming flower, and the clitoris to peak from under the layered hood. Molly's breath quickened and deepened, as the coitus continued, beads of sweat appeared across Molly's brow, her pussy began to spill sweet cream, coating her long thick black pubic hairs, and onto her friend's hand. April put her two fingers into Molly's mouth and kissed her ear, and then massaging her lips one at a time while nibbling her lobe.

April spread Molly's legs, and moved between them. Sliding, undulatingly downward kissing her neck, and chest, then her breasts as she moved her body. April began suckling at Molly's nipples lingering at each one. As she moved to Molly's belly, April reached under the mattress, where she kept her double ended dildo, and put it deep into her own already wet, hot vagina, to warm it.

April nibbled at the folds of Molly's navel as she lifted Molly's leg by the thigh and began kissing the pliant skin of her inner thigh moving closer to her bright pink erect clitoris. Molly's labia had turned red and splayed like the petals of a flower adorning a perfectly round dilated vaginal opening, now glistening with the opulent juices of her passions.

"Oh...! God...!" Molly gasped loudly as April sucked her clitoris into her mouth and with raspy sighs, "Jesus... April... that is perfect. Molly's legs lifted into the air with toes splaying, as April continued to suckle and tease her vaginal opening with her thumb.

Molly stopped moving altogether, breathing in short quiet sighs she grasped at April's hair holding her face to her splayed vaginal opening. Her translucent fruits spilled, coating her vulva and April's face. April greedily licked and drank Molly's warm sweet cream.

Molly relaxed and let her feet to the bed and April started kissing and slithering her way up to Molly's open mouth and placed a warm wet kiss right on her lips. April pulled her flexible toy penis out, and watched Molly's face as she began to tease her genitals, circling the vaginal canal over, and over, again, and again the labia, clitoris, moving closer to the center.

Molly's state of arousal was urgent, desperate, and she was awash, in sweat. Her breathing was rapid, and labored, her legs lifted again, she began pushing her vagina towards the toy straining for penetration. Each time the toy passed over the clitoris, the anus would flex, and relax rapidly, a new flow of sweat cream would show, and she pleaded, "Oh! God! Please! God...! Please!" With her free hand April caressed Molly's face.

April poised her toy on Molly's clitoris and gave it short; soft, firm pushes not going in but not letting lose. She put her mouth, and tongue to Molly's lips, her tongue slipped in, and onto Molly's tongue, at the same time applied firm pressure with the toy, onto the clitoris, and with calculated movement pushed over and past clitoris entering the vaginal opening slipping past the labia.

"Oh...! Sweet Mary...! Mother of god!" Molly gasped as the tip of April's toy penetrated past her labia parting her mons. Molly placed her feet on April's hips, guiding her in, suddenly she arched, her grip tightened with her feet in quick quiet whispered pants, "There! Oh God! Yesss There! There! Yesss!"

With deliberate movement April sat back, and began short rhythmic strokes, holding the toy with her vagina, guiding it to the right spot with one finger. Molly released April's hips, and pulled her knees to her shoulders angling her vagina to April's. They started rubbing together, mixing their juices. Molly was clearly in rapture as April manipulated the toy inside her. Molly's sweet cream began flowing, her chest heaving with labored breath, pressing her pussy into April as she slid her toy with short deliberate strokes. Molly's breath calmed, to quiet sighs sounding quiet restful, with a dreamy smile on Molly's face. Now April was hot her self, watching Molly climb the peak, and wash over. With the toy still in place April started to finger her own clitoris, she twirled, and rubbed, a few quiet deep breaths, April too had a small orgasm.

The two of them laying together, their passion spent legs wrapped together, and the toy still in place. A perfect picture April, with her long raven hair flung around her head, a lock across her full breast, accenting her large nipples. Her hand rested next to her belly button, the start of a treasure trail of small black hairs, leading to a beautiful thick patch, of long shinny, raven black, pubic hairs. Molly's smaller in size but perky breasts, and nipples and her reddish brown, wavy hair, lying evenly around her head. One hand on her firm flat belly, fingers pointing to her pussy covered lightly with thin dark brown hair. Quietly the sleeping lovers melted together, April with her creamy light brown skin, and Molly, with her ivory skin, gave the appearance of, a sweet heavenly desert, cooked by a master chef, adorning the table of a queen. 

THE END

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A Friend in Need



I have always made it a firm policy of sleeping with my female friends. It just made sense to me and my argument has always been as follows: 1) we obviously like each other; 2) we enjoy each others company; 3) we laugh at the same things and 4) afterwards, we won't have those uncomfortable moments of silence that accompanies sex with a stranger. 

It was an argument that worked with perfection with almost all of my female friends save one, Sondra. She wasn't buying it. 

She said, "You're just creating a harem of weak-willed women who were just too stupid to see the lame game you were running on them and that if you were the last man on Earth I would not sleep with you just on general principle." 

Oh I forgot to mention, she also happened to be my best friend in the whole world. 

So with that said I never approached her in a sexual manner, though she became my sounding board for all my sexual exploits. She always listened intensely and would give me advice on how to handle situations that may have gone bad or how to win over stubborn women who were blind to my charm and wit. 

Sondra would also tell me about her own exploits and I would give her my advice, which was basically to not fuck any men at all because they would all break her heart, which most of them eventually did. She was emotionally fragile person and every break-up would crush her. She never developed relationship calluses like most people and that was her biggest flaw. 

Her other problem was that she was too attractive. Sondra drew men to her like flies to shit. She's 5'4" and had the most luscious 36DD breast and a fine well rounded rear end that could literally stopped traffic. Each day dozens of men would hit on her and she didn't have the ability to filter out the assholes from the good guys because of the sheer volume of requests for her attention. 

So after a while she stopped dating and spent many nights at home with Hagan Daas and a Pocket Rocket that I brought her for her birthday. 

One evening, I came home early after going out on a frustrating date with an exasperating woman who left me flustered by her unwillingness to present me her sexual favors. So I rushed to the phone to berate this tease to my best friend. When she answered, I could tell by her voice that I had just interrupted a session with "Mr. Pocket Rocket", she snapped at me and asked me what did I want. 

I, of course being the perpetual flirt, said "you and all only you, my dear."

There was a pause, then a sigh and then in a slight whisper, "I know I am going to regret this but you have ten minutes for you and that semi legendary dick of yours to get over here or the offer will expire," and then she added, "this is a one time offer, so don't get any ideas about some great romance. It's now 11:32pm, you have until 11:42, the clock is ticking, jerk" and with that she hung up. 

Damn, I jumped out of bed and threw on a coat and raced to my car. On a good day, it usually takes 20 minutes to get to Sondra's house but tonight it was raining, ugh. But fuck it, I was going to get some pussy, so I pulled out of the parking space as if my Honda was a dragster. I ran red lights, I drove up one way streets and all but drove onto her front lawn, so that I could beat the deadline. 

As I ran up the porch to ring her bell, she opened the door and said, "It is amazing what a man will do given the right incentive."

I looked at her and said, "aren't you going to let me in?"

"Well, you are here so much anyway, you might as well have a key."

I walked in and slid past her as she semi blocked the door. Sondra was wearing a men's oversized t-shirt. She knew me so well. I don't know how many times I told her I prefer a woman in a t- shirt to lingerie, any day of the week. 

So as I stared at her ample unencumbered bosom under her big t-shirt, she said, "so what are you looking at, jerk? Don’t get any big ideas that I dressed for you, I always wear a t-shirt to bed."

Which was not true since she always wore pajamas and ugly ones, too. But that's the thing about her she always knew what I was thinking and sometimes we didn't even have to say a word and would have a whole conversation between us. Weird. 

"So how do we start this thing, Tantra man?" her nickname for me since I studied Tantric sex practices. 

"Well, Betty Boobs, first thing you do is take off that t-shirt so I can finally see those huge melons that have those silly boys going crazy around here." 

"Yeah right, in your dreams, you take off your pants first, so I can see that so called big dick of yours that your silly little girlfriends keep carrying on about." 

"No problem," I said and I took off my shirt and then I pulled down my pants. I was by now aroused and almost at full mast. 

She laughed and said "I thought it would be much bigger the way those girls carried on about it." 

I reached down and gave it a couple of yanks and said, "it does the job."

She laughed again and said, "are you going to wait for me or are you just going to take care of yourself, right here and now?" 

I said, "Listen, you need to take off your shirt right now, before I come and rip it off."

Of course, rising to the challenge, she said "I like to see you come try."

So I strode over to her with my dick in my hand and as I neared her, she took her fist and slammed it into my stomach which drops me to one knee. 

She laughed and said "See, you are still a sucker for a sucker punch, aren't you?"

As she stood over me, I suddenly got up and lifted her onto my shoulder, carried her into the bedroom and plopped her on the bed. I started to lay next to her and then she told me to stop. 

"I think I am making a mistake. I know you so well, and I know you're going to hurt me. You won't mean to but you will and then we won't be friends any more and I couldn't handle that , not in a million years" and with that said she started to cry. I sat down next to her, placed her head on my shoulder and put my arms around her and just sat there in complete silence. 

An hour later, she looked up and said "I love you so much."

I look down at her and said nothing. I caressed her hair and just stared. 

Damn it, why did you say that, I thought to myself, you just had to go and ruin everything.

But as she snuggled her head into my shoulder, I realized that wanted to be anywhere but here right now. This situation was so uncomfortable it hurt. 

Then she asked me the next question, the big question, the one that I should have headed for the hills and ran away from when I had the chance, "Do you love me, too?" 

Fuck, no I don't love you, I thought, you're my friend but that's it. But my mouth said something else, "Of course I do, can't you tell."

WHO the fuck just said that. I can't believe I said something so stupid. Damn now I am screwed. 

As soon as I said it, she pushed me unto the bed, straddled my chest and then took off her t-shirt.

Oh my Gawd, Good Lordy have mercy, they were the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. Large, pendulous breasts with prominent areolas and nice bite size nipples. She leaned forward and kissed me all over my face. 

She then reached her hand back and grabbed my dick and said "I was only kidding earlier, this is the biggest dick I have ever seen in my life." 

She then turned around and began to suck my dick. I readjusted her and we were in the 69 position. I started licking her clit and fingering her pussy. I pulled her up from my dick and sat her right on my face. I licked her asshole and sucked on her clit. She came hard and then wanted to sit on my dick but I stopped her, in good conscience I couldn't go on with this charade any more. 

"Wait," I said, "I have something to tell, I love you but only as a friend and you are right if we go on any further, then you probably will get hurt and then we won't be friends any more and I couldn't live without you in my life either, so we should stop now while we still have a chance."

She looked at me and said "I want to do this. I know you don't love me the same way that I love you but I do love you. And yes, I do want to spend one night in your arms and making love to my best friend in the whole world." 

As soon as she said that something struck a chord inside me and at that particular moment I truly believed I fell in love with her. I reached over and embraced her and held her for a very long time. Then she said to me, "is this part of Tantra because if it is, it is kinda boring." 

I laughed and called her stupid and beautiful and wonderful and so many other things that truly failed to describe her essence. 

So we made love throughout the night and into the next day and she became a believer in Tantric sex practices. But above all she came to realize that I did love her with all my heart and from that day forward she became my harem of one and her heart was broken no more.



A Friend in Need



I was walking back to my office and stopped to chat with Deanna, the secretary next to my office. We've been friends for quite a while and Deanna also happens to be a big porn flick fan.  I have burned her CDs of quite a few movies over the past few years. We're both naughty perverts down deep and have had lots of racy conversations I'm sure neither of our spouses would either understand or appreciate. I always try to get her to turn red, usually by egging her on to say something she shouldn't. It's never been anything but good, harmless fun being secretly bad with a co-worker/friend that happens to be of the opposite sex.

This particular afternoon Deanna was pretty upset and had been crying. She's been having some personal problems on the home front and has been really stressed lately. When she's been upset I commiserate and sometimes give her a quick shoulder rub - she's usually wound as tight as a spring. I am a somewhat sensitive guy but I don't like hanging around when there is active crying in progress. So, I told Deanna to come over to my office if she needed to talk about things after she got some composure back.


About 20 minutes later she came in and asked if I was really busy. I told Deanna I wasn't and that I just finished downloading a really good Jenna Jameson movie I though she might like. I didn't have time to burn it to CD yet but invited her to close my office door and check it to take her mind off her problems. It had been a really long time since we watched a porn flick together and she readily agreed.

It can be a little awkward for a married woman checking out a porno with a married guy but in the past it only resulted in us teasing each other about it later. She usually only watches for a little while saying she will get too wet and worked up for the drive home if she watches too much. I always thought she was partly joking and would tell her to leave before she left a nasty wet spot on my chair. For my part, I always have complete control and never got a hard-on while she was there. Of course, I never told her that keeping my dick limp didn't stop me from getting wet too!

Deanna was starting to get into the movie and commented about how hot the action was. I was sitting on the edge of my desk behind her. I asked Deanna if she was tense as usual from being stressed out.

"Yeah, but what else is new these days," she responded.

I got up and started to rub her shoulder and neck. "Wow, you really are knotted up - even worse than usual!" I observed.

Deanna was wearing a sleeveless tank with a fairly low scoop neckline and as usual had a jacket on over it. She has big tits but usually keeps them pretty well covered as I think she is a bit self-conscious about them. As I was rubbing her neck Deanna had started to lean back in the chair. Her jacket was open and had fallen completely off her tits.

Looking down from above, I could see her nipples were starting to get quite erect. On-screen Jenna just finished getting her pussy eaten out and was now being pounded from behind by a huge cock. Deanna's nipples continued to grow as she continued watching the onscreen action.

"I can see from your reaction you're really enjoying either the movie or the massage," I told her.

"Oh, both," Deanna said quietly with a soft sigh. Then she asked, "Anyway, how can you tell - it's not like I'm a guy that gets a hard-on?"

"Yeah, actually you do," I replied offhandedly.

"Do what?" Deanna asked.

"Get a hard-on… Deanna, if you were a gun and your nipples were bullets, I sure wouldn't want to be standing in front of them!" I explained.

She quickly looked down at her tits and started to blush bright red. I swear her nipples stood out even more if that was possible!

"You're sitting here watching a hot porno movie with me while I give you a massage and now you're gonna be embarrassed because your nipples got hard?" I commented.

All she could say was a singsong, "Well. yeahhh! What do you think?"

I don't know what possessed me but at that moment I slid both hands over her shoulders, down the front of her, past her neckline, into her bra, and took hold of her big, hard nips between the first two fingers of each of my hands. Deanna just sat there completely still as I started to tug on her nipples. Actually, I think we were both somewhat in shock by my bold action. I know I was and the heat rising in my face told me now I was probably red too!

After a minute she said, "Oh my God, that feels so good. Oh shit, the movie and massage were already getting my pussy too wet and now I think I am going to need to cum soon! Oh dang, I shouldn't have said that and you really shouldn't be playing with my tits like this. You're getting me too hot. I mean I'm really confused, you know?"

Unfazed by her comment I just kept playing with her.

Deanna lamented, "I think I need to go - I've already been away from my desk for over 5 minutes. Oh, oh, oh that's so nice! Why are you confusing me like this?" But, she didn't ask me to stop!

As I continued to massage her tits and stroke her nipples I said, "Give me no more than five more minutes and I will have you cumming like you never have before."

Deanna was almost panting at this point and said, "Look, I know this is wrong and I shouldn't be unfaithful. I can't let you to fuck me, but oh God, I need to cum so bad." She started pleading, "I need you to make me cum now - do it - please make me cum!"

At this point, she pulled up her skirt and exposed the large wet spot that had already soaked through her panties and hose and said, "O.K., what do you want me to do now? How are you going to make me cum?"

"Whoa, when you've told me you never have a problem getting wet you weren't exaggerating!" I observed. "Now, pull your hose and panties down around your ankles, spread your thighs and I will do the rest" I ordered her.

She did as she was told and was starting to moan again as I came around and kneeled in front of her and said, "Don't worry, you know what they say - eatin' ain't cheatin'."

Deanna had a beautiful, nicely trimmed pussy that was in full arousal and dripping wet. Her thick cunt lips were fully engorged and her clit was poking out of its hood almost throbbing. I ran my fingers gently along Deanna's wet slit, gently parting her lips, and she shuddered briefly and opened her thighs even wider to give me full access. She was still moaning softly as she watched me intently - the porn flick didn't matter any more.

I worked one, and then two fingers of my left hand up Deanna's tight, wet cunt and found my target, a small patch of rough, rippled flesh, Deanna's G-spot! As I adjusted my fingers and began to apply more pressure, Deanna began to writhe in pleasure and moan more loudly.

Then she whispered, "Oh yeah, that's it, that's' so good… fuck yeah, yeah right there feels soooooo nice."

To complete my assault, I lowered my mouth to her enlarged, waiting clit and started to lick and suck on that big hard knob.

At that she gasped, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" and she fell strangely silent.

Just then, Deanna pulled her top and bra up off her tits and she started massaging them and tugging on her large thick nipples. Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, and she was biting her lower lip.

I got my right hand lubed up with her pussy juice and began to massage her left tit and used my slippery fingers to further tease her nipple. Only about a minute had passed since I started working my magic on her pussy.

Then, suddenly, she pulled her legs up in the air and looped them up and over the desk chair arms. Deanna was starting to hump my hand as I continued to concentrate on her G-spot and clit. As she started moaning again, Deanna's juices were literally running out of her and down her ass crack. I used my free hand to play with her little brown bud and started to slide a finger slowly in and out.

Soon after, her pussy began sucking air in around my fingers, almost convulsing on my hand. Her moaning stopped and Deanna was panting hard as if she couldn't catch her breath.

Deanna's head now came forward, her eyes were open wide in a fixed trance-like stare, and she was still pulling on her nipples a good 3 inches out from her mass of soft tit-flesh.

Amazingly, I had only been working on her for about two minutes and no erogenous zone had been overlooked!

Deanna seemed so close to cumming now and it inspired me to give her maximum stimulation. I started sucking on her clit as hard as I could, while at the same time nibbling it lightly with just the slightest raking of my teeth. My finger was completely buried in her asshole and I was wiggling it frantically. With her powerfully contracting cunt muscles, it seemed she was trying to pull my whole hand into her womb as I continued my relentless G-spot massage.

Suddenly, Deanna went rigid as a massive orgasm started to overtake her. Then she began to uncontrollably shake all over as her panting gave way to deep guttural groans of pleasure punctuated with sharp intakes of air. Waves of orgasms now overtook Deanna.

As she started to wildly buck her hips, she began whispering a breathy mantra, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah…" over and over.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and ass and released her clit from my mouth. I moved back slightly to take in this awesome sight only 3 minutes into my mission. Deanna's orgasm sustained itself without any more stimulation from me - like a runaway freight train - nothing could stop it now!

To my surprise and amazement, Deanna suddenly let out a little high-pitched squeal and started squirting several, long streams of thick, clear pussy cream onto to my face and into my mouth as her orgasm continued.

Her pulsating cunt hole almost looked as if it was winking at me as I marveled, "Oh my fucking God Deanna!" I quickly moved my mouth back onto Deanna's sensitive pussy and greedily lapped up the slightly sweet and salty she-cum.

I never tasted anything so good or experienced anything so completely erotic. Wow, I had only read about this kind of things in stories and could not believe my good luck.

I had almost completely cleaned her with my tongue when Deanna begged me to stop saying, "Oh no, oh God, oh noooooo! I'll pass out if you don't stop now! Please stop, every fucking nerve in my body is on fire!" So, I stopped and allowed her still spasmodic pussy to relax.

Deanna lamented, "Oh my God, I have never cum like that before in my life! You got more juice out of me than I knew I had! The feeling of ejaculating was so intense - I know why you guys like it so much now!"

As Deanna started to slowly recover she looked down at me and said, "Ooooh my, your face and shirt are all wet with my juices, your desk chair is soaked, and so is my fucking skirt!"

I just stammered, "Yeah, so?" still in shocked at what had happened. For some reason, my own pleasure never even crossed my mind. All I could do was look up at her grinning like a happy little puppy, her cum still dripping from my face!

As Deanna came to her senses she giggled nervously and started to turn bright red with embarrassment and said, "You asshole - how the hell are we going to get cleaned up so I can leave your office? Look what you've done - oh my God, this isn't happening! How the fuck could this happen?"

I was reaching for the box of tissues in my desk and the next thing I know, I hear a radio playing and the morning show guys talking about local news. I jolt awake and sadly realize I was dreaming.

What a dream!

It was spring break from school and everyone but me was still soundly sleeping on a Wednesday morning at 5:50 am. I hit the snooze button - the images of the dream etched into my awakening mind. My dick was so hard I could have driven nails with it. Gobs of pre-cum had drooled out over my leg. I must have been having the dream far longer than the time frame in the dream judging by the amount of fluid that had oozed from me.

Fortunately, Deanna was out that day and I was out the next two plus the weekend so I had ample time to recover from our "liaison".

I don't dream very often, much less have lucid ones I can recall, but the memory of this one will stay with me for quite a while.  It's the only dream I can ever remember that I thought was good enough to write down and it's the first erotic story I have ever written! 

I wonder what Deanna would think of my dream? A friend in need…



A Friend In Need



I was walking home in the crisp but warm early evening of late spring in Philadelphia. It was a tough neighborhood, but it was only a few blocks from the bar I worked at, and I had nothing to fear here. I saw a beautiful blonde in a cream colored sweater and red skirt come out of a convenience store in the next block, oblivious that she was waving a red flag in the faces of the raging bulls of this mean South Philly turf, claimed by gangs, and everything in it was their possession. Several men stepped out of an alley between her and her car, a nearly new Volvo 750 Turbo. I really knew she wasn't from around here when I saw that bright orange car. 

She screamed, kicking and thrashing, groceries flying everywhere as they dragged her into the alley. I started running. I could hear her screams of pain & terror as they beat her with their fists and cut her clothes from her. She finally quit screaming right before I got to the alley. A brief thought flicked across my mind, wondering if she were still alive, still conscious. Of course she was. Monsters like this would wake her up just to make certain she didn't miss a single moment of her terror.

Four of them each had an arm or a leg, the only parts of her body with shredded clothing still left on it. The reason for her silence was now obvious, as she was being held waist high, as one of them shoved his penis down her throat, aided by the billy club he used to force her mouth open. The sixth man, if you could call anyone who would do that a man, was just dropping his pants and forcing his thickness between her legs. 

I snapped. I converted my forward momentum into a flying kick to the back of the head of the guy between her legs. I came down on the guy holding her left leg, landing a knife hand blow to his throat. The guy holding her right leg dropped it, swinging at me, which I redirected, smashing his face in the wall. I snapped a kick into his knee, breaking it. The three in front hadn't even noticed, I guess they fought each other all the time anyhow. 

So I jumped behind the guy in her mouth, kicked out his knee, then kicked him as hard as I could in the back of his head. The two guys holding her dropped her, slamming her into the pavement. One picked up the billy club, the other drew a long knife. "Unfortunately, a man with a weapon thinks he is armed" my Sensei in Japan had taught me as a child. I kicked them both in the nose, one right after the other before they had a chance to react. Then I kicked out their knees to keep them from following us. I pulled her bloody, sobbing body from the rough pavement.

I put my wind breaker around her as we walked down the street as fast as we could go. She had only her high heels, couldn't run, so we just did the best we could. I cut us over one block and went in the back way into my apartment building. I gave her a pair of jeans and a shirt to cover up. I grabbed my duffel bag as we left, knowing I would never see my apartment again. We borrowed the superintendent's car, and I drove her to a rape crisis center. She needed medical care, ravaged by pain with every breath, but a hospital was out of the question since the very next thing would have been a long talk with the police downtown, one that might not ever end. 

I don't think she had any idea how much trouble we were in. The people in the rape crisis center took us to a safe house, promising to return the super's car to him. There we confronted the news that her car had been fire-bombed, just like my apartment. Just down the block three men had been found dead in an alley, all assumed to be gang related.

It took them quite a while to clean up all the blood, put in stitches where she needed them, tape up her rib cage, and pull her out of shock. She told them what had happened, and they promised to unofficially relay the story to the police. But It was clear that we were here on borrowed time.

"So you're the man who saved my life? I don't even know your name! You risked your life for me!" she said even through the obvious pain of talking.

"I'm Jason. No relation to the guy in the hockey mask." I tried to lighten the mood, oblivious to the implications of making her laugh.

"I don't know. You sure chopped them up in that alley." she observed.

"Just a kid's game I used to play. Kick the can." I said shyly.

"I've never seen that outside a movie house. Where did you learn how to do that? Are you some avenging angel of mercy?" she was curious.

"Japan, Korea, all over. Military brat. Dad made me take karate. He thought it would make me a great soldier." I decided to leave that subject right there.

"So you do this all the time? Is that why you're so good?" she puzzled.

"No. Before today, I've never raised a hand or foot in anger." I mused.

Sheri was lucky. The X-rays showed that neither of her broken ribs had splintered or pierced her lungs, even though they gave her hell with every breath. She had deep bruises all over her body. Her face was a black and blue puffy balloon, her lips split open. The bastards had worked her full tits

over like punching bags, and carved an "X" into her right ass cheek. After she had the full sixty stitches it took to mend her ass back together, the bouncy blond nurse said "The police are coming. They are checking all the crisis centers, and their safe-houses. We don't think you have anything to worry about legally. Our lawyer will go with you if you want."

"Even if that's true, it only solves half of the problem. If those three guys really died, that whole gang is going to be hunting us. We've got to leave town to live through this." I instructed Sheri that our lives were at risk.

I went to the ATM at the bank and took out all the money I could, We drove down to a truck stop, said goodbye to the center people, and I paid a driver fifty bucks to drive us south. Sheri slept in the sleeper, while the trucker and I talked about how the cities were going to hell, getting more violent every day. We finally stopped in Myrtle Beach, SC. I got us a room, then in a week, a two bedroom apartment. I got myself a job tending bar, and took care of Sheri. I had to unwrap her ace bandage each day to bathe her.

I followed every guideline the counselor at the center had given me. When I bathed her, I used the sponge very gently.

She couldn't move her arms when the bandage was off, the pain was just too great. SO everyday, I unwrapped her, bathed her, dried her off very tenderly, and re-wrapped her. It took about six weeks for her to heal properly. The deep

purple & green splotches faded, and her natural beauty returned I had been getting real close to Sheri, talking, cooking, playing games, watching movies. I found out she too was a military brat, going to one of the many universities in Philadelphia. She had been doing some research at City Hall & the Justice Complex for a law class, before she stopped at the store to get some groceries she had forgotten.

"The little mistakes we make become big ones that we cannot escape the consequences of, that change our lives forever." Sheri complained.

"We're alive Sheri. We've made the best of a bad situation." I consoled her.

"Is it so bad here with me? You've given up so much!" she objected.

"Sheri, my life in Philly was dull, boring. I didn't know it, but all I was doing was waiting for you. I'm alive again." I confided.

"Really, Jason? I didn't know you felt that way. You haven't hit on me once, even though I've been naked in front of you every day. You could have taken liberties with your hands, with the sponge. I thought you didn't like me." Sheri complained, glancing up and down her body.

"I could never take from you what you do not offer to me. Worse, I think I'm falling in love with you, Sheri. The rape crisis center said that it could be a long time before you were interested in intimacy again, beyond the light hugs and chaste kisses we have shared. Maybe months. I wanted to be your friend until then. I wanted to wait, until we could be more than friends. Please don't mistake my self control for not caring about you. I've been a very disciplined person my whole life. Please understand how very much I care for you, how much you mean to me!" I pleaded with her.

"Then tell me with your kiss." Sheri said warmly.

I had kissed Sheri politely for months, and we often hugged or cuddled. None of this prepared me for the heat of our first kiss. For two months we had wanted each other. Each of us was afraid to make the first move. Our long, lingering, passionate kiss built to a crescendo, an explosion of need. I marveled at the scars around her hot wet lips, like little ridges that rubbed my face and lips. She pushed her full 36C breasts into me, clad only in her long T-shirt and panties, her favorite outfit for watching movies. 

Sheri feasted on my mouth, as we kissed deeply for a long time. Burning with the flames of passion as I was, I was in no hurry. Just being able to express how I cared for her and to have her accept it was enough for me. We could not get enough of touching each other, and our hands roamed all over each other's body. Pretty soon Sheri pulled down my gym shorts. I had never been naked in front of her before, one of the many tips from the center.

"Let her pick her own time, her own pace. Don't be surprised if she stops suddenly. Please don't hold it against her." the blond nurse had said.

"Your love will triumph if you give it time." Sheri said. She was right. It took four weeks of patiently giving Sheri all the affection she wanted, only to have her break down in tears, unable to do anything except to stroke my erection with her hand. Sometimes she would play carnival, sitting on my face while I tried to guess her age and weight from the inside out with my tongue. But mostly we led a life of mutual masturbation for over a month. Sheri started working as a topless dancer. Being able to be naked in front of all those men, with them powerless to touch her, paying her money just to see her great body really flipped her switch. 

She started partying with the other dancers, and her power tripping drove us apart. She was playing sexual power games, teasing men right up to getting them hard with their pants down, then turning cold and leaving. She was right on the edge of creating another tragedy for herself. Our intimacy shattered, and I suffered as she got narcissistic about her body, her wardrobe, pissed off at the world because her life was gone. It seemed to her like there was nothing she could do about it.

One night Sheri was off, but she brought the party back to our apartment. When I got home, it was still going full bore, at least twenty to thirty people. I started talking to a petite dark haired beauty named Meg, in a purple bikini top and black leather miniskirt. "How's the party? Having a good time?"

"Great! You a friend of Sheri's? Good looking men like her." she implied she liked me, thought I was good looking.

"Yeah. At first. Then they find out she's not willing." I shook my head sadly.

"I know. I'm probably going to be her only woman friend after tonight, just 'cause I don't have a boyfriend." Meg confided.

"Why is that? I mean about Sheri." I clarified.

"She's been getting all the guys hot, then leaving them stranded at full attention, if you know what I mean." Meg motioned like she was stroking an invisible boner sticking out of her miniskirt.

"She's had a tough time. She was gang raped." I objected.

"Yeah, she told me. Don't make it right though. Just 'cause someone beat you don't make it right to beat someone else." she shook her head as she bent over slightly to rest her arms on the counter of the kitchen, checking to see if I was looking at her cleavage. I was, and she grinned.

"Meg, I like you a lot. I'm glad Sheri has you for her friend." I said warmly.

"It's not Sheri I want to get close to Jason, it's you." she said as she moved next to me, wrapping her arm around my back.

"I'd like that too. I get a really good feeling about you, Meg." I said as my left hand reached around her back to cup her side, fingertips brushing the side of her tits through the bikini.

"Is there someplace we can go to be alone? I'd like that." Meg said with a smirk as her hand snuck down to squeeze my ass cheeks again and again. Then both her hands were kneading my butt as she kissed me before I could answer. I wrapped my arms around her, tongue diving into her mouth, rising like foam on the sea to crash against her again and again. After a good two minutes of kissing, Meg pulled back off me to smile and put her thumbs in the straps of her bikini, like she was just going to pop it off.

"My bedroom should be right over here. . ." I'd gotten her message.

The dark bedroom was filled with writhing naked bodies. Three couples were on the bed, two lengthwise and one across the foot of the bed. Raw lust was in the air, hitting us like a hammer. Meg & I kissed there in the doorway, then frantically began peeling our clothes off each other. Her soft 34C breasts filled my hands as she knelt and finished pulling down my pants and shorts. Her hot mouth was sliding up & down my throbbing shaft seconds later. I had no choice but to give myself over to this pleasure, as Meg's pretty face swallowed me whole, making love to my cock with her mouth. Her nipples stiffened as I played with them, and Meg was obviously playing with herself as her head bobbed back and forth on me.

The whole party had gotten naked, except for one person. As Sheri's eyes met mine, there were waves of emotion that passed between us. First was lust, then betrayal, then jealousy, then pain, anger, and lastly, a profound sadness. Meg was doing what Sheri had wanted to do for months. It was like something, a rubber band wrapped too tight inside Sheri, snapped. She flung her clothes off, knelt before a well endowed man eating another woman. She had teased & spurned him earlier, but now she started blowing him. Meg pulled me down as a spot opened up on my bed. I plunged my rigid rod into her hot wet pussy, swollen with passion. I kissed her hotly. Then she pulled back, arching her back as she diddled her own clit. I rubbed her breasts some more as I shifted my hips to stroke in and out of her slick channel. 

There must have been at least five or six couples there in the room, all fucking and sucking right in front of each other. Another couple came up to the side of the bed, waiting for their turn as they kissed. Meg simply twisted to the side and snagged his boner with her sweet mouth. She encouraged his petite redhead to ride my face, and her fiery muff melted into my mouth. Meg's cock sucking was far too good for him, and he came, twitching and grunting as he sprayed her tonsils with blast after blast of spunk. Meg came for her fourth time, triggering my own climax. I coated her tight box with my slick cum, spreading it up & down the length of my shaft. Meg grabbed her new boyfriend and left. 

The sexy redhead started licking me while I licked her. She was very skilled, and I was fully hard in her throat in no time, as she pounded her hips into my face with each of her six orgasms. She spun around, impaling her self facing away from me, intent on watching something in the living room that I couldn't see. Meg came back, licking between the red head's legs as her boyfriend plunged his shaft into her doggy style. She pulled him out to come in her mouth again, then Meg came to me, lowering her dark wet bush onto my face. She was full of cum and lube, letting it all drip out on my face as she flipped her hips, gyrating with each climax. It took me a long time to come, at least six more cums for Meg and three for the redhead, before my balls pumped enough cum into her to finally put out the flames in her red hot twat.

Out in the front room, Sheri had a blonde beach bum, with a really nice sculptured chest, sliding his cock in her throat while she tugged on his balls with her hands. She was having one of the bouncers from the club eat out her peach colored pussy, through shudder after shudder. Some really sloppy looking older redhead with sagging tits was riding his massive dick. It must have been 11" and really thick. When the beach bum came in her mouth, she begged the old floozy to switch places with her. They did, and another one of Sheri's tease 'em and freeze 'em victims presented himself in front of her. She grabbed his ass firmly with both hands, and filled her throat with the full length of his cock, a skill I never knew she had. A line quickly formed, and within a half hour, she had blown and screwed at least a dozen men.

Meg took the bouncer's bone to the hilt, split open like some flesh colored tree trunk was being gnawed on by her beaver. Her back was arched in orgasmic pleasure, her conical breasts thrust up to the sky, a sight which by itself would have made me rock hard. I got in line, and became the last man to put my cock in Sheri's mouth that night. She sucked on me with pure bliss on her face, then became wide eyed as she saw who it was, shaking and quaking through a violent climax. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks like steel claws as she moaned around my hard member deep in her throat. People were starting to get dressed and leave, so the four of us, Meg, Joe the bouncer, Sheri, and myself crawled off to my bedroom, where we made love one last time until we passed out.I awoke that afternoon, to a breakfast in bed made by Sheri.

"Meg & Joe showered and left. It's just you & I. I want to make love to you after breakfast. I'm not afraid of sex anymore." she confided.

"I'll say! That was quite a performance last night!" I whistled.

"Does it bother you? Was I too wild?" Sheri was concerned that I thought she was a slut.

"I loved seeing you enjoy sex again. It would be too wild if you had to do that every night, but once a week would be OK with me. I'm really fond of Meg, as I take it you are very fond of Joe." I observed.

"You accept it then? It's OK with you?" Sheri gazed at me wide eyed.

"Yes, I do accept it. Yes, it's OK with me. I love you Sheri." I reassured her.

"Then accept this." Sheri took me to the bathtub, carefully soaped me down tenderly with the sponge, just like I had done to her for all those weeks. Then she rinsed me off, toweled me dry, and then tongue dried my boner. She licked me slowly, with great care, a fire in her eyes, and a heat on her tongue. Sheri pulled me to the bed, spreading herself wide & playing with her clit. I knew her body, and I wanted it with my soul. 

"Fill me again, Jason. Fuck me! Fuck me just like last night. Take me! I owe my very life to you. I'm yours for all time." Sheri promised.

Stuffing myself into Sheri, I found she wasn't very wet, unlike last night where she was dripping wet, leaking cum all over the sheets. So I took our lubricant, the one we had used for all of those hand-jobs, and slickened up my shaft as I stroked in and out of her. Sheri came quickly, touching herself with deft light touches and vibrating her index finger on the tip of her clit. 

After that, she was too wet. I pulled out of her, rolling around into a nice mutual oral love-fest, sucking on her dripping wet blonde bush, licking her out as she quivered on my mouth. Then we switched to doggy style, as I filled her, looking at the "X" scar on her ass. I collapsed, and Sheri snuggled back into me, unwilling to let my prick out of her. I filled her from behind, grateful I didn't have to look at the scar or remember the terrible rage it brought into my mind. She kissed away all my rage with her tender mouth and deliciously wicked tongue. I lovingly stroked her nipples, as she fingered herself. We rode the spiral of our passion until we climaxed together.

Sheri & I were like that all week. We just lay in bed afterwards, kissing and cuddling until it was time to go to work. Sheri found out at work that Meg & Joe were the same way. I came home exactly one week after the first party, to find an even bigger party of already naked people in progress. Sheri had cornered Meg in the kitchen and was eating her out, munching her muff so intensely that Meg could only hold Sheri's head in her hands and moan. Sheri was being filled doggy style by Joe, his massive prick pistoning in and out of her. He was really enjoying giving it to her slowly, pushing all the way into her, then pulling all the way out of her. Then Joe would tease her, just putting the head in a little, giving tiny little strokes, then giving her his full length. Meg pulled away from them and came over to greet me, kissing me wildly while she quickly tossed my clothes whichever direction got them off my body the fastest. She blew me hard, then went to get Sheri & Joe. 




A Friend In Need



"I had to thank Meg for breaking the ice between us. You'll never know how much that meant to me." Sheri said. 

"I have to thank YOU, Sheri, for sharing Jason with me. You may never know how much his tongue is worth to me!" Meg pulled Sheri down on the floor beside her, mouth to pussy, tongue to clit, as almost everyone stopped and watched. It was nuclear fusion hot. Joe laid down beside and behind Sheri, intent on resuming his deeply probing carnal examination of her innermost secrets. I did the same to Meg, filling her slick channel with my grateful dick. Her dark beaver welcomed me with throes of ecstasy, her sugar walls collapsing under the onslaught of Sheri's tongue. 

The room exploded with a frenzy of sexual activity. Meg and Sheri were twitching so much I thought they'd had epileptic seizures. When one of those spasms triggered off Joe's climax, I could see his big balls jump as he spurted into Sheri. I could feel her thrashing get wilder, and Meg was going ballistic too. I was beyond any hope of keeping from climaxing. I was shouting at the top of my lungs as I came inside Meg. We were all spurting and spasming and climaxing together, for a full minute. Meg and Sheri pulled apart. 

Meg climbed up to sit on my face, and within less than a minute, another mouth closed down on my soft, slimy shaft. Meg was sucking Joe, who was licking Sheri, who was sucking someone else, one of the other bouncers. He in turn was licking the sloppy redhead. It went on around the room like that, in one gigantic oral daisy chain. I came in the petite red head's mouth, as Meg bounced her wet beaver on my face. I plunged my fingers into her lubricated cylinder, letting my hands explore the smooth curve of her rump. 

Eventually, I was too tired to continue, and pulled out of the chain. I found many of the men, sitting around, stroking their cocks as they watched their wives and girlfriends lick out each other's soft wet pussies. I stood, stroking myself, and then the other's joined me, in a circle jerk, as our women moaned. The jism, spunk and cum rained down on them from our hard cocks. It was our last gasp. The place was full of people too tired to drive home. I finally nestled my head between Sheri's big breasts, using them as pillows as she feasted on another blondes sweet snatch. I fell asleep like that.

The very next day, Sheri had somehow convinced Meg and Joe to move in with us, instead of paying three rents. Sheri moved into my bedroom, Joe and Meg took hers. The work schedule was weird enough that there was no single day we all had off together. That was not going to affect our sex life. The very first day I had off, Meg dragged me into the shower/tub, having me lather her breasts and lick her as the water sprayed her nipples stiff. My hands could not get enough of her smooth ass or her tight twat. I filled her tight cunt with my erection, proud and stiff. She blew me as I ate her until Sheri came home. Sheri was delighted to find us in bed together, pulling Joe off into Meg's bedroom. Meg rewarded me by screwing me until I couldn't walk, talk, or remember my own name.

I started coming home to find Joe, Meg, and Sheri having threesomes. Meg started bringing other women home for threesomes with Joe, and Sheri started skipping their threesomes to be with me, alone. Joe eventually left Meg for another stripper. She was devastated. Sheri had a big party to cheer Meg up, but nothing seemed to work. Sheri started pulling Meg into our bed, and that finally pulled her out of her depression. Sheri and I were married that next June, and Meg came with us on the honeymoon. 

Whenever people ask, we just say that Meg is Sheri's half sister. We have long since left the skin trade. Meg and Sheri work in a realtor's office. I went back to school to become a therapist. I've had a lot of experience now in how people can heal their lives. Our four children are still young, David and Becky only five, Sheri Louise and Jason Raymond only two. I have two women who love me. We have each mastered almost all of each other's secrets. What we don't know, about what each other likes in bed, isn't enough to fill a sentence. Once a year, we go to a swinger's convention in Las Vegas, where the girls really let their hair down for a week, filling themselves with every man, tasting every hot woman they care to share themselves with. 

We've moved to another town, still on the seacoast with warm weather, but no one knows who we were or about our past. Sheri is going back to school to become a lawyer, wants to specialize in domestic abuse and sexual harassment. She can be so driven sometimes. Meg is much more easy going, a real fine mother to our children, not that Sheri isn't, just that Meg's mind is more attuned to the needs, future and challenges of a child. Sheri had so much of her childhood stripped from her I'm surprised she's as playful as she is. That too is Meg's doing. She saw her friend, in desperate torment, and she knew how deeply her friend needed her. Sheri saw Meg's loss of Joe would crush her, unless replaced with a long term, stable love. It's not what my folks would have chosen, but we've found our true love takes three, not just two. You see I needed both these women as my lovers and friends to put my life together. I've found a friend in need, is a friend indeed. 



A Friend in Need



It all started at a party. I was there with my fiancé and Michael was there with his current fling. Things had not been going well at home and my fiancé was talking with Michael’s girl in another room about our problems (unbeknown to me) while I was mingling with everyone else at the party. 

I didn’t think anything of him talking to her as they had known each other for a few years and my fiancé had told me previously he had no physical attraction to her. Well that was all well and good until I went to the bathroom and overheard them talking in the next room. I pressed my ear to the wall and heard my man spilling his guts to his ‘friend’ about our relationship problems. None of this concerned me too much until I heard him proposition her and ask her if she wanted to have a quick fuck, right there and then saying it would solve some of his problems.

I ran to find Michael who was in one of the bedrooms resting and fell into his arms crying. I told him what I had just heard and he tried his best to comfort me. He wasn’t too upset with what he had heard, as he and his fling had only been dating a little while and he realised his relationship with her was short lived at best. I asked him to take me anywhere but here or my place, so we drove back to his place to talk.

We sat on the couch and he got me a drink to calm me down and I told him everything that had been going on. I had known Michael for about 5 years and I knew he had a real soft spot for me since he first met me but it hadn’t affected our friendship and I considered him one of my best friends.

I cried a fair bit and he was the perfect gentleman, just holding me and comforting me. It got to about 2am and we decided that sleep was the best option so he made up the spare bed and we said goodnight to each other.

After about half an hour I couldn’t stand being alone anymore so I went and knocked on his bedroom door. He was still awake too and asked if I wanted to sit up and talk some more, I shook my head and asked if I could just sleep next to him. He moved over and I climbed in.

I started to cry again and he put his arm around me holding me close. We stayed like that for a while, spooned together, until I had calmed down again and then I turned to face him.

He wiped away the tears still on my cheek and asked me if I was feeling better. I nodded and told him that I had decided to break it off with my fiancé, this was the last straw and I need to move on with someone that truly loves and respects me.

“I love you” he whispered.

I looked into his eyes and saw just how much love was there. I moved a little closer and went to kiss him on the cheek. He turned his face so our lips met but I couldn’t pull away.

When our lips finally parted he said “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve never been surer”.

We kissed again and this time our lips opened and our tongues touched for the first time, it felt so good, exactly how a first kiss should feel. His hand went around my waist and he pulled me closer. I could feel his excitement through the thin material of the T-shirt he had loaned me.

I stroked his bare chest and one of his hands moved down to my arse. I could feel his cock harden more as he traced the edge of my lacy G-string. His other hand under my shirt running up and down my back and then he rolls me over so he can explore my front.

I remove the shirt and his eyes light up at the sight of my medium sized, well shaped breasts and hard nipples. He takes one in his mouth and nibbled gently. I moan in pleasure and my G starts to get very moist. He moves to the other and does the same. He has his legs spread over me and I am rubbing against his hard cock with my thigh.

His mouth begins to move downward over my stomach, circling my navel with his tongue. He goes down further and positions himself between my legs. With that he puts his nose to my panties and takes a deep breath “God you smell good”.

He begins to kiss my inner thigh and his fingers move their way to my pussy. Tracing around the edge to start with, it’s not long before he cannot help himself and begins to rub my sex through the panties. “You are so wet Sexy Girl, I think we need to take these off”.

I nod in approval and lift myself up so he can slide them down and off. He tosses them to the floor and then turns his attention back to my pussy. I watch the smile on his face as he sees my bare pussy lips for the first time. He begins to kiss my thigh again but quickly moves to my lips and tastes me for the first time, we moan together as his tongue slips in.

His tongue expertly fucks my pussy as his fingers find their way to my clit. I push up off the bed into him so close to cumming I can’t stand it any longer. He suddenly moves his fingers away and looks up into my eyes – it is now I find out what a tease he is. Luckily for me he doesn’t tease me for too long and returns quickly to my clit. The feeling is amazing as I cum for the first time that night, so powerful, so sensual, so emotional.

He doesn’t slow down as I cum and I cum again and again until I can’t stand it any longer. I need a break to catch my breath and to have my turn exploring him.

He moves back up the bed and we kiss, slow and passionately. I can taste myself on him, I’ve never really liked the taste before but now I can’t get enough, it’s intoxicating in a great new sexual way. Finally I break free from the kiss and roll him on to his back. I straddle him and push my pussy down on his now extremely hard cock.

I decide to return the favour and start by spending time on his nipples. I’m a little rougher with him and bite gently then a bit harder. He moans with approval and I know he wants more but I can’t wait to go down further.

I inch his undies down and release his hard cock from its prison. I knew that he had a large cock by the feel against my leg earlier but seeing it naked before me makes me quiver with excitement.

I lean down to taste the pre-cum that has been leaking out and feel him twitch. I then take the head in my mouth and suck gently on it teasing it with my tongue. I can feel his head stiffen and I know he must be close. I take that as my cue to suck on the head of his cock harder and slide it further into my mouth.

I move one of my hands between his legs and begin to massage his balls. He is so close that the pre-cum is flowing and I love the taste. He tells me to slow down but I can’t help myself I want to taste his cum, so I lick my finger and insert it into his bum hole, and stroke his prostrate. I then put my mouth back on his cock again and move my finger in and out of his tight arse with the rhythm of my mouth.

Within seconds he explodes down my throat, moaning in ecstasy. I swallow every drop and then reach up to kiss him passionately.

We lay back for a while, holding each other, happy and content. Conserving our energy for the moment, as I know that I wont be able to resist him much longer. I can’t wait to feel his cock inside me. I close my eyes and smile thinking how good it will be.

He strokes my stomach and kisses and sucks on my ear, which I love. His hand moves to my breasts and he squeezes them gently and then with his finger and thumb he pinches on my nipple, just hard enough. I take his cock in my hand and begin to pump it back to life. We start to kiss again and he climbs on top of me placing his very erect cock just inside my lips, teasing me again. “Oh Michael, please fuck me” I beg you.

“Roll over” he whispers and gently but firmly spanks my arse as I do.

He puts one hand in mine and the other one under my pussy. Then he slides into me from behind. I’ve never felt anything so good, he fills me perfectly. As he starts to slide in and out he starts to play with my clit. I’m that horny that I cum almost immediately, squeezing his cock as I do. This encourages him to go faster and harder and he starts to really pump me but doesn’t let up on my clit and orgasm after orgasm rocks through me. He whispers in my ear that he is about to cum and as he does, I do again too. I have never cum this much ever in my life and with such intensity I’m shaking by the end of it.

We collapse next to each other again and kiss each other deeply and sincerely. I fall asleep in his arms thinking how badly the night started out yet it ended up being the beginning of something amazing. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings….



A Friend in Need



To: Mr. Kelvin Peterman
4922 Preston View Road
Macon, Colorado 8----

Dear Mr. Peterman,

I hope this letter finds you and yours well and hale, and enjoying our fine Colorado summer, such as it is. This weather is odd, even for us, at this time of year. Certainly the coming fall will be more to the standards to which Colorado has become accustomed.

I must admit that your letter regarding the untimely death of my friend, Mr. Wilford Pimm. You were correct in your missive that he was, indeed, a man who studied those things that 'normal' people might find a touch obscure, and maybe even obscene to some eyes. Hopefully, as I describe the circumstances of his undoing and the events leading up to that point, you will discover the information you are looking for. As you did not provide the details that you wanted, I will endevour to be as informative as possible.

Wilford was a working man, blue collar to the core, and proud of it. Though he could have moved up in the ranks of the company he worked for, he was a hands on kind of fellow, more accustomed to being in the field and working instead of sitting behind a desk. Such a thing would not suit him. He worked for a company that specialized in removing unwanted items from a persons home or office. It was not a glorious job, but it was a good fit for Wilford's personality. He was a good and decent man, and good at what he did, even under the worst of circumstances. This job made him quite a physical specimen, despite his lack of height. At barely over five feet and eight inches, he was not a large man, but his work added layer upon layer of rock solid muscle. It did not, however, slow his mind.

Several years ago, he took to studying the works of certain authors that dealt in the macabre. Edgar Allan Poe. Howard Philips Lovecraft. Brian Lumley. August Dearth. Clark Ashton Smith. The non-Conan adventures of Robert E. Howard. It was through his reading and dissection of these works that he came to join our reading and literature group. He was very sharp and insightful man, and with any book that we discussed, he could find a superstitious or dark meaning to. It unnerved some of our members, though I was not one of them, and when I took him aside to discuss this fact, he told me that he would leave the group, but that he wished to visit upon me personally in order to continue our discussions. Seeing as how his predilection did not bring fear or repulsion on me, as it did some of our more prudish members, I agreed. He thanked me heartily and, announcing his apologies to the rest of the group, took his leave. A week later, he stopped by my home and was very grateful that I had agreed to allow him into my home for further discussions.

For well over three hours, over tea and biscuits, we discussed meaning and definitions, as well as not a few religious discussions, which, I'm sad to say, is not my strong point to debate. Wilford, however, was quite capable of furnishing both sides of an argument, allowing me to interject my own thoughts without necessarily having to take one side or the other. He was insightful, as I said, finding hidden meanings in almost everything he read. This continued for several weeks, when four weeks ago, he told me of a trip he was planning to take.

"Justin," he told me, a great smile upon his face. "It was supposedly all a myth, but I have found a man on the Arabian peninsula who claims to have a copy of the dreaded Necronomicon, written by the Mad Arab, Abdul Al Hazred. He also says that he can get access to a copy of the original Book of Eibon. I am leaving the day after tomorrow, but I shall call upon you on my return." He shook my hand and vanished before I could even reply.

Once he had departed my doorstep, I availed upon the Internet to research these books, which I had heard of only tangently during our previous discussions. I worked long into the night to garner enough information about these tomes to understand why Wilford would be searching for them. I tried to phone him before he left, but he did not answer. Knocking upon his door accomplished the same. I waited for his return, but because he had not divulged his itinerary to me, I had no idea of when he would arrive at my door. I received no communication from him while he was away, not even a single email.

I was in my study, looking over a manuscript that a friend had given to me, when there was a thunderous pounding upon my front door. Dropping my red pen, I hurried to the door, and throwing it open, found Wilford there, soaked to the bone from the heavy rain that was falling. I pulled him inside before he spoke and took his coat and a heavily shoulder bag that he carried, asking the maid to bring warm tea and biscuits for the both of us. He thanked me with chattering teeth and took the seat opposite mine, his arms wrapped around his shivering frame. I convinced him to come upstairs with me to find dry clothing. Since I am a bachelor and thus have no children, my clothes were the only things available to us. I, however, am almost a full foot taller than my friend, so I gave him my smallest nightshirt and lounge pants, and led him to my shower to warm up.

As I sat with my head down over my manuscript again, my gaze went to his shoulder bag. It was the bag that Wilford normally carried, a battered leather bag with gold clasps, but my eyes were drawn to it as if it contained a magnet and my eyes were made of metal. Tilting my head, I heard the shower upstairs still running. I made my way to his shoulder bag and opened the clasp, pulling the flap free. Inside sat two books, both older than any book I had ever seen. I did not need to be able to read their faded spines to deduce what tomes they were.

"What do you think of them, Justin?"

My head snapped up, having not heard the shower shut off. Wilford stood on the stairs in my clothes, looking like a child wearing his older brother's clothes. Both the sleeves of the shirt and the cuffs of the pants were rolled several times to keep them out of the way. At the same time, I could see that the shirt was pulled tight across his shoulders, which, despite our difference in size, were larger than mind, due completely to muscle.

"Wil," I said, using the name he preferred. "How did you get these accursed things?" He laughed and walked down the rest of the stairs, stopping by my side

"It was easy, my dear friend. Booksellers seldom expect their buyers to be carrying handguns, and therefore are not prepared for them. That is not important, however. Come. We have much to discuss."

We returned to the table in my study, both of us partaking of the biscuits and tea. Over the next few hours, Wil told me of his travels throughout the Arabian Peninsula and the people he had met. Once he has met the bookseller, one Ali Ben Abed, the seller had revealed that he was also a priest and that great adventures could await my friend. Of course, Wil was interested.

Using extremely rare herbs and certain incantations, Ben Abed walked Wil through a door in the basement of his shop, but it was unlike any door Wil had ever seen. Regular sized, but as thick as .a cinder block The stars swirled behind it, leading to, Ben Abed told him, 'to the utmost reaches of the cosmos...and beyond.' Wil walked through with no hesitation.

At this point, my friend was sitting at my table, eating my biscuits and drinking my tea, but it was obvious that his mind was a million light-years away as he told me of his adventures in the spaces between dimensions. He told me of a journey where he was almost captured by the agents of some unspeakably horrible 'space demon,' escaping only with the help of Ali Ben Abed, the bookseller. His eyes refocused on me a full hour after beginning the story, his cup of tea now cold in his hands. As I served him fresh, hot tea, shadows gathered around his face.

"Justin, they are still after me. I can't stay here long."

"Who are still after you? There is no one here but you and me."

"The minions of the space demon. They're after me. They're angry that I escaped and now they want me back."

At this time, he winced and reached into one of the side pockets on his bag and withdrew a bottle of prescription medicine. Opening the bottle, he bobbled the contents, spilling a few tablets onto the table. Hurriedly gathering them, he placed a small white pill in his mouth and followed that with a swallow of tea.

"Wil, what was that? What's wrong with you?"

"It's my hip, Justin. Sometime during my trip, I think I might have torn cartilage. My doctor prescribed these pills for the pain until I can get an magnetic resonance imaging scan. I haven't done it yet, because if I stop for too long, they'll catch up to me. In fact, I need to go now, Justin. Thank you for everything. I'll call you when I have a chance."

Ignoring my pleas for him to stay, Wil left quickly, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving almost before I was able to rise from my chair. As I gathered up the dishes, I saw that Wil's side of the tablecloth was wadded up, as if he had been wringing his hands on it. Whether or not there was actually anything after him, he certainly believed there was. I spotted one of his pills on the table and after referring to a dictionary of medication that I keep handy, I saw that they were powerful painkillers, with the side effect of putting the user to sleep, or at least making them drowsy. I hoped he would be safe.

It was almost three months before he called, saying that he needed my help due to the space demon's minions nearness. When I asked what he needed, he said that his hip, being untreated, had descended into immense agony and that he finally submitted to the magnetic resonance imaging scan his doctor had suggesting. He required me to be present during his MRI, so as to keep watch against the 'forces of evil.' I agreed, but I did not contradict him. I was afraid it would trigger some type of mental anxiety that he most certainly did not need.

I arrived at his home, but before I could leave my car, Wil raced out and jerked the passenger's door open, slamming it shut, and jerking his seatbelt on, telling me to drive. I drove to the hospital as quickly as I could, despite his urgings to go faster. Taking his upper arm in my hand to keep him from running, I led him to the Radiology department of the hospital complex and assisted him in completing his paperwork. His name was called and I went with him, explaining to the nurse that my friend had claustrophobia and having someone familiar nearby helped. She told me that it was fine as long as I did not interfere with the procedure. I promised to be a veritable angel. She didn't seem convinced, but allowed me in regardless. Wil changed his clothes and followed the nurse into the MRI chamber. He turned back to me at the door.

"Justin, remember what I said." I simply nodded back and patted his shoulder bag, which was now over my shoulder.

As he went in, I could see that he was tense, his eyes darting this way and that. The MRI technician, Marie, and I struck up a conversation as Wil was being prepared for his MRI. Finally, he lay down on the bed and was partially maneuvered into the tube, the top of his head barely sticking out. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, but soon slowed as he relaxed, at least as much as possible.

"So," I said to the technician, a nice young lady, rubbing my neck from where I had rested the strap. Wil's bag now lay at my feet. "This particular machine seems to be a bit out of date. Aren't there more recently made machines that could be used?"

"Well," she said, pushing a lock of her black hair behind her ear. "The two newest machines, K IV's, are being used at the same time and the K III is out of commission at the moment, so we have to use the K II. He's old, but he's reliable," she said with a soft smile.

"He?"

"Yeah. We name all of our machines. The K IV's are 'Fred' and 'Ginger.' The K III is 'Maximilian.'"

"Why Maximilian?"

"He was named after a giant robot in a Disney movie called 'The Black Hole.' I haven't seen it. I just know that's why he was named that. It was like that when I got here."

"And what about the K II," I asked. "What is his or her name?"

She laughed a little. "This is 'Lou.' Like your favorite uncle. He's old and cranky, but very dependable."

I nodded and began to respond, but then an alarm went off on her control board and she hit a large red button, immediately stopping the scan. Without another word, we both ran into the MRI chamber as Wil slid out. His body shook as the sled pulled him out, Marie putting her fingers to his neck and then his wrist, checking for a pulse. She looked up at me and shook her head. I nodded and left the room, letting the medical personnel do their job. I found the shoulder bag and was not at all surprised that it was empty. They found him and their books as well. He was buried two days later, at my own expense, none of which I will try to recoup.

Mr. Peterman, I hope this letter contains all of the information you require. If I may be of any further assistance, please do not hesitate to write or call upon me.

Sincerely,

Justin Blackman.



A Friend in Need



Jerry and I were drinking beers at his place one afternoon, watching a football game. After the game we started talking about a lot of things, including sex. After a while he asked me if I had ever tried on panties. I told him no. He then replied, "Want to?"

I was flabbergasted. He then tossed me a pair and said, "Go ahead." I stood there stunned, and buzzed from all the beer, but I decided to go for it. I headed for the bathroom.

When I came out I had my jeans still on, but red satin bikini panties on underneath. They felt very sexy, and I was getting hard.

Jerry asked to see them, so I unzipped the fly and gave him a peek. "No, I want to see how they fit." With that he walked over, undid the snap, and pulled down my jeans.

There I was...polo shirt, red panties and a raging hard-on. Jerry said they looked real nice and for me to see. He turned me around and faced me towards the mirror.

I must admit, they looked good on me. They covered my ass very well. I was standing there admiring myself when Jerry began rubbing my ass.

"Maybe you should try on something else," Jerry said. "I'll be right back."

When he came back he had in his arms an entire outfit...hose, slip, bra, dress and a wig.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"You'll see," Jerry said.

After 15 minutes I was in full regalia...I was amazed how I looked. The blue dress was a low v-cut. Ziploc bags of water filled the bra. After applying makeup, I was a woman.

I had never done anything like this before, but I was enjoying it so far. The best was yet to come.

Jerry came up behind me and started caressing my sides. That felt great. When he reached around and began rubbing my cock, I almost melted.

It didn't even feel like it was me in that dress. I saw someone else looking back at me in the mirror.

"You look hot," Jerry said. "We need to go out and show you off. I know the perfect place."

How women walk in high heels I will never know. I must have stumbled eight times from the car to the door of the club we were at. I am sure the beer buzz, plus the erotic high I was on, had a lot to do with it.

We entered the club and headed for a secluded booth. I was scared to death. Jerry ordered me three shots of tequila to relax me.

I downed the first one in nothing flat. By the time I finished the third one, the first was hitting me. I was feeling very good. At this point, a nice looking guy named Eric came up and asked me to dance. Jerry just waved at me to go.

Eric and I were dancing front to back, him behind me. He was grinding his groin into my ass, and was evidently enjoying it. The hard thing pressing into my ass was a dead give away.

We were really grinding into each other. Eric then reached around and grabbed my cock from the outside of the dress. I just moaned.

We continued this pace for a while, and his grabbing my cock became more frequent. He was also pulling on it when he grabbed it. It was like he was jacking me off.

After some time, I began to feel a tingling in my legs. I had that feeling many times in the past. I knew what it meant. But I seemed oblivious as to what was about to happen.

Eric pulled me into him, grabbed my crotch and pulled me faster. Then...BLAM! I exploded all inside the panties. The orgasm was so intense I fell down.

There I was...coming all inside my clothes and shaking with every spurt. When I calmed down, I realized what had just happened. I ran to the restroom to clean up. I was beet red with embarrassment. When I returned to the booth, there was a drink waiting for me. And a smile on Jerry's face.

"Enjoy that?" Jerry asked. "Looked like it."

All I could do was drink my drink. But I admitted to myself it was fun.

After a while I headed to the bar to order more drinks for Jerry and I. I had to go to the end of the bar and wait my turn. A man was sitting on the stool and introduced himself as Barry.

"I liked your dancing out there," he said.

I could feel my face turning red all over again.

He said not to worry that he had seen that happen many times before, especially to new people.

"I would like to see what Eric was so interested in," Barry said. And with that, he reached under the skirt, into the panties, and began stroking me.

I opened up my legs for easier access. Barry just pulled me out and began softly stroking me. I just laid my head on the bar and closed my eyes.

Barry had a nice touch. When he got to the rim of the head, he would stop and then pull on the rim. This sent me into a moaning frenzy.

Soon I had that tingling feeling again. I did not care...Barry started it, I wanted him to finish it. And finish it he did. I released my fluid all over his gentle hand. He rubbed it all over my cock.

"I can see why Eric liked it," Barry said. "Have fun the rest of the night. I am sure you will be pleased, and pleasing."

When I returned with the drinks, Jerry asked what took so long.

"I have a second admirer." I turned and raised my glass to Barry.

Near the end of the night Jerry took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

We were dancing face to face. By this time I had more than my fill of orgasms, and tequila. I was hammered, but having fun.

Jerry had his hand around my waist when he twirled me around. There was a young man with sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes.

"Mind if I join in?" Kevin said.

"Sure," Jerry said. And with that I was sandwiched between the two of them.

There we were, grinding against each other. Jerry began rubbing my ass. His hands were so soft. Kevin let his hands do some roaming as well. He had me rock hard in seconds.

Jerry then got bold. He lifted up my skirt, pulled out the hose and panties, and dropped his cock in between my cheeks. I started grinding against it.

Kevin took the cue. He lifted up the front and placed his cock right next to mine for one exception. He took my cock and pulled it upright.

So there I was. A cock in my cheeks, a cock other than my own in my panties, and my cock pointing straight up. And we danced.

They both seemed to take great pains to keep me in a high state of arousal. Jerry was making sure his cock was massaging my crack. Kevin made sure I was caressing his with my hips, and he was rubbing his groin against the underside of my cock.

Within a short time I heard Jerry moan. Then I felt his warm fluid filling my ass and running down my thigh...inside the hose. A few minutes later Kevin released his load. Then the two of them squeezed against me and began lifting me up and down so that the underside of my cock would rub against Kevin. I felt like a rag doll, until a gusher opened up from the head of my cock and sprayed my stomach with my hot juice.

I headed for the restroom to clean up, but Jerry grabbed my hand.

"No, no, no," Jerry said. "You must find out what a woman goes through after sex."

I had cum from three different people running all down my legs. It felt sexy, kept me aroused.

Shortly after, Jerry and I left and returned to his place. When we got in, he pushed me to my knees.

The rest of the night I was his woman. That is another story.



A Friend in Need



Kate and I had been married 25 years. We have 2 grown children and yet she could still turn a few heads. During the past few years, she had become very active in a non-profit organization. One year ago, she was promoted to an executive position that required her to travel quite a bit. The kids were gone, so that wasn't a concern, but it had an impact on our love life. We could go a couple of weeks without seeing each other.

Kate was due back in 2 days when our friend Donna stopped by after work. She had an armful of books, which I took from her and carried into the house. As we were going down the steps into the living room, Donna let out a cry and grabbed the calf of her right leg. I set the books down and turned to see what was wrong. Donna sat on our couch and was rubbing her calf vigorously. 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I have a cramp and it is killing me." She looked at me and said, "Could you rub it out for me?"

I moved down near her feet and grabbed her calf with both hands. I could feel the knot, so I massaged it as best I could. She lay back against the pillows. When I rubbed her calf, she jumped a bit and her left foot grazed my cock.

Donna is a petite woman, 5' 4" and about 110 pounds. We had been friends for 20 years. She and my wife are good friends, as are her husband and I. She has great legs and a tight ass. I had admired her ass for years. She has virtually no tits and a beautiful face. Just coming from work, she was still dressed in a modest skirt and what I thought were pantyhose. Her top was a light sweater. 

Donna had kicked off her shoes when she set down. I have always had a thing for stockings and feet and I could feel my cock starting to grow, especially when her foot went across my dick. Donna said she was going to turn over so I could have better access to her leg. I was now able to focus on her calf muscle and knead the knot in her leg.

I leaned forward a bit to apply pressure to her leg. Her left foot came up to my crotch and rested against my cock. The site of those beautiful nylon covered legs and feet caused me to get rock hard. She didn't say a word as she moved her foot across my cock. I pressed into her foot with my hard on and she didn't move away.

I decided to see what she was up to, so I slid my hands up her legs. Her skirt moved up with my hands and I was pleased to see she had on thigh high stockings. I concentrated on her thighs and heard her let out a sigh. She took both of her feet and began to jack off my dick through my jeans. I reached down and undid my belt and buttons so I could get my dick out of my pants. I was in heaven when her feet gripped my swollen cock.

My fingers reached the skin at the top of her stockings. I continued to push her skirt up over her ass. She had on a black thong. What an incredible site. I grabbed both ass cheeks with my hands and massaged them. Donna lifted her ass slightly off of the couch. I hooked her thong with my thumbs and pulled it off of her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet. I brought my hands back to the inside of her thighs and massaged up near her box. I did that several times and then brought my fingers to her slit. I moved her lips apart and then ran a finger across her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips. I helped her lift her ass even higher.

With her ass raised up, I spread her knees apart. This meant her feet couldn't reach my throbbing cock, but it opened up her pussy to me. I buried my face in her cunt and started to lick for all I was worth. I would take my tongue up her slit, almost to her asshole. I would go back down and take her clit in my mouth. I would suck on her clit, swirl it around and then lick it as fast as I could. I noticed that she had pulled her shirt up and was pulling and twisting on her nipples. They stuck out about an inch. She was slamming her hips into my face. I brought my tongue back up to her ass and she shuddered. I thought I'm going for it. My tongue went into her asshole and my finger to her clit. She started to shudder and shake as she came hard.

I moved up behind her and put my cock at the opening to her pussy. She pushed back against me and buried my dick to the hilt. I pulled back and slammed into her again. I would pull back to where just the head of my dick was in her and then drive back in. She was extremely wet and we were making a sloshing sound. We continued to fuck and then I felt her fingers circling my balls. I could feel them move to her clit and she was rubbing her swollen clit as fast as she could. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, but I wanted to wait for her. She started to tense and then shake as her orgasm rolled over her. I filled her pussy with my come and we collapsed on the sofa.

After a few minutes, Donna rolled from under me and gave me a deep kiss. She grabbed her clothes and said she had to get going. We've seen each other several times since that evening a word has never been said about what happened. I would love to have another go with her.



A Friend in Need



During my pregnancy, I was shockingly horny. I had always been a dirty girl from a young age, but this was something totally new for me. As the months progressed I became insatiable. The first trimester passed with me feeling bright and cheerful, with periods of sickness etc, but generally I felt fine -- and not particularly sexual. This was fine, because my husband at the time wasn't providing me with any sex. He suggested that he was worried about the baby and all that, but I got the impression that he was quite turned off by it all and didn't really find me sexy anymore -- that was proven when he later buggered off and left me, but that's another story.

Towards the end of my second trimester, I suddenly started wanting sex. Really wanting sex. I could hardly handle how horny I was. I remember holding a dinner party at my house; when I couldn't hold a thought in my head because I had been checking out pretty much every male member of the party imagining them fucking me to exhaustion, all lining up and taking turns -- in my pussy, up my arse, shooting it all into my mouth. Standing over me and beating off, covering my body with their cum. Of course, at that time I hadn't been introduced to the world of other girls' pussies, so half of those people were sadly left out of my dirty thoughts.

Having a swollen belly, I was bigger than normal. I remember squeezing past someone sitting at the table, and moaning out loud when I received the slightest brush from the corner of their chair -- almost instantly soaking my knickers with my juice. I was so embarrassed straight away because I knew how loudly I'd moaned. The men sitting down thought I'd been hurt, but I think a couple of the women realised what kind of moan it really was. I had to excuse myself and I went upstairs to finger myself silly -- I came down ten minutes later only slightly relieved.

Anyway, to the story. At the seventh month, I was being driven wild with lust. I'm generally a moral person, so I felt cheating on my husband with another man was wrong. So I spent every day in pretty much the same way -- I'd wake up, have a shower, and see my husband off to work. After that I'd spend the rest of the day downloading porn on my computer and masturbating almost continuously. I acted like a schoolboy who'd just discovered how to orgasm. I made a few trips to the sex shops in Soho to pick up some 'supplies' -- a couple of strong vibrators and thick dildos -- and one for my arse. I bought some DVDs which suited my taste, and even found some where pregnant women were getting fucked in every way -- the kind of treatment my body longed for. I often lost count of how many times I'd masturbate during the day. I'd leave the TV playing a hardcore film so I would have something to fantasise about while I was doing my housework. I preferred staying clothed, in case any of my friends or family would turn up to visit -- but sometimes I'd lie on my bed naked, furiously working away between my legs, until the skin on my fingers became crinkled like they do when you have a bath.

Friends did come to visit -- especially my best friend Ruth. I had known her since college and we knew each other better than anyone. We always told each other everything -- she was even filthier than me, and she would always tell me stories about her latest conquests and how she spent her weekend getting laid. She was bi, and very sexually active; often spending nights at swinger's clubs and dogging spots around Essex. She wasn't bad looking at all -- she had a body to kill for, lovely C cup boobs, and short, sexy red hair. But it was the way she looked that was the sexiest -- when she went out, she'd wear something skimpy to get everyone looking at her, then she'd simply pick who she wanted and took him (or her or even them) home. Her stories shocked me, but they turned me on a hell of a lot too. She knew I loved hearing them, and we'd always spend time together, and on the phone, with her telling me all about it. We were open to each other about everything -- I told her about how horny I was and how I wasn't getting any sex from Rob, my husband. I told her about my filthy fantasies and even about the incident with the chair -- we giggled about that one.

This particular day she came around, I had been lounging around in my living room, watching one of the pregnant porn DVDs I'd bought. When the bell rang I leapt up from where I was sprawled on the floor and loosely tied up my robe, and flicked the 'off' button on my remote. I went to the door and saw her in, wrapping our arms around each other and giving each other a kiss as we always did.

We walked back into the living room to find the film still playing -- clearly my pressing of the 'off' button had been useless. I was so embarrassed, and just managed to rush over and turn off the TV. I looked at Ruth and she burst out laughing.

"Niiiiice! I didn't know you could find porn like that!" Ruth said with wide eyes.

"Shut up Ruth don't embarrass me anymore.."

Ruth just giggled and said, "Come on, turn it back on Judi, I want to see!"

We messed about in front of the TV until I gave up and she turned it on. She sat down on the sofa and lay back.

"Well what have we here..."

I sat down next to her and gave her a nudge mocking shame. We were best friends; I didn't really think it was a big deal. The scene playing had a heavily pregnant woman on all fours being fucked up the arse by a man while a pretty girl under her licked her pussy. The pregnant woman seemed to be loving it -- she was moaning really loudly, just like I would. We watched quietly for a while.

Then Ruth smiled at me and said, "this is really good stuff.. I would have bought it myself if I found it. Isn't that pregnant girl sexy?"

Ruth knew I was unhappy with how I looked -- I felt fat and ugly. I had a huge belly and my boobs had exploded in to massive size -- my own C cup bras looked like children's bras compared to my boobs. I laughed and said back to her, "yeah sure she's sexy... fat bitch".

Ruth was just enraptured by the scene on the TV. Cum dribbled out of the pregnant girl's arsehole and slid down to the tongue of the girl underneath. Ruth's mouth fell slightly open and she looked completely engrossed. "I wish I was the girl underneath. I'd love to get my tongue in there".

I hit her hard on her arm and said "shut up you filthy slut! You're disgusting!"

Ruth replied, "Oh come on! You know you'd love your pussy eaten like that". We laughed with each other and playfully pushed each other around until we sat back down in each others arms. My robe had fallen apart slightly, showing my big belly. Ruth loved putting her hands over the big mound, feeling the soft, pale skin. I hadn't been with girls before, but watching the film had gotten me really aroused and Ruth's fingers felt good on my skin. It felt tingly and when her fingers wandered close to my pussy I felt a wave of arousal, causing me to get a little bit wet. She kissed my belly and sat back up. "So tell me how things are". I told her it was the usual, I was feeling tired and stressed and horny -- and not much I could do would make it better. I showed her the anal vibrator I'd bought the day before and told her I hadn't tried it yet. We giggled as I told her to hurry up and leave so I could use it. It was great to laugh, but I couldn't help starting to feel sad when I told her how things were becoming strained between me and Rob, and how I felt that I had to get sex or I might go looking elsewhere. My body felt tired and unloved.

She leant over and hugged me. We held each other for a while, and then she sat back up. "I've got an idea. I'll make you feel better". She took the remote and flicked off the film from the TV. "Lie down on the floor". She took a cushion from the sofa and put it on the floor.

"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked.

She looked at me and said sternly, "do what I say girl! Lie down, I'll be back in an minute".

She disappeared upstairs while I lay down on the floor like I she asked me to, wandering what it was all about. After all, I'd grown used to lying on the floor of my living room for different reasons...

Ruth came back quickly -- she'd been up to my bathroom. "Welcome to Ruth's massage parlour!" She was dressed in a robe too, and had a bottle of baby oil in her hands. I smiled happily -- I felt a massage would be perfect right now.

I looked at her and said, "aww Jules you're lovely" and decided that I deserved to be pampered a little.

"Well then take your robe off" she instructed. I sat up and took off my robe. I was only wearing a thong underneath, and felt a little bit exposed for a moment -- but that quickly disappeared as I'd never really felt uncomfortable changing in front of Ruth.

Ruth was staring at my boobs. "Wow... they getter bigger every time I see you. I wish I had boobs like that".

"No you don't", I replied, "they're huge and they ache and my bloody husband doesn't seem to want them."

Ruth sighed, feeling sorry for me. She lay me down and put her hands across my body. It felt wonderful already -- I knew I was going to enjoy myself. She opened the bottle of baby oil and poured some over my belly. We both giggled as the oil felt ticklish over my sensitive belly. She kneeled between my legs and slowly started to massage the oil around my belly, and just under my boobs. I was tingling all over, as the feel of somebody else's hands on my body felt like magic. After a while, she went lower down my belly, nearing my crotch. She spread my legs apart and poured oil over both. She must have known exactly what she was doing, because it all felt heavenly. I hummed and cooed gently and kept thanking her until she told me to be quiet and enjoy myself.

I had my eyes closed, and relaxed fully. Ruth came around my body and sat me up slightly. She sat behind me and held me against her, hugging me from behind. I felt loved and wanted. She took the baby oil and poured it over my boobs. As soon as she put her hands over my boobs, my back arched and my head fell back into her shoulder. I moaned out loud when she squeezed my nipples and rolled them in between her fingers and thumbs. She put her hands under my boobs and lifted them up, her palms sliding over my nipples as my boobs fell through her grasp. My nipples became two little pebbles. Every tiny movement felt absolutely electric as I leant back with my mouth open and moaned at the ceiling. I was so caught up in the pleasure of having my boobs massaged that I had lost any sense of embarrassment or shame.

Ruth carried on rubbing and kneading my boobs. I felt incredibly turned on. Every time I get turned on, my legs slowly spread apart automatically, preparing me for what I might receive. So I lay back into my best friend's arms, with eyes closed and mouth open, with her caressing my whole body. My legs were spread apart and I could tell I had soaked through my thong.

Ruth took my nipples between her fingers and kissed my neck. She put her lips right next to my ear and whispered "I'm glad you're enjoying this". Then she licked my ear and then squeezed my nipples hard, sending a bolt of pure ecstasy to my clitoris. Her tongue went into my ear slightly, and instantly I had goosebumps all the way down my neck and body as she continued to nuzzle my neck.

I could hardly think about what was happening -- I was in a world of pleasure. She paused for a moment and let go of boobs. I opened my eyes and shook my head. Lust had taken over my mind and it took me a second to focus my thoughts. I looked around at Ruth and she smiled at me. She leant over and tenderly kissed me on my lips. I kissed her back but she took her mouth away from me before I could kiss her the way I felt. She left me wanting so much more.

She came around to face me again. My legs were shamelessly spread apart and I could smell my pussy from where I was lying. Ruth put my legs together for a moment and in an instant she pulled my thong off. My legs fell apart again and my heart dropped as my best friend stared at my soaked pussy.

I looked at her slightly surprised. I was unsure as to whether we had crossed any boundaries. My head was clouded by the desire to have a thousand orgasms and I was trying to understand whether there was any other motive in Ruth's mind. She just said "turn over on to your fours".

I silently did as she asked, and turned over on to my knees. As a heavily pregnant woman, curling up on to your knees is a comfortable position -- your back is arched and the weight of your belly is taken off your spine. I lay there with my arse in the air and my face to the floor. I wondered what was next.

Ruth took the baby oil and poured it on to the highest point of my body -- just where my spine ended. The oil flowed down my back, but some went the other way and slide straight across my arsehole and down to my pussy. The oil mixed with the copious amounts of pussy juice and started to trickle down my legs, and a little over my belly. It didn't feel particularly pleasurable -- it just felt really, really filthy. I felt exposed and brazen. I pictured what Ruth could see behind me and it turned me on even more. I was consumed by lust -- I could have fucked anything with two legs at that moment. I squeezed my arse and felt the oil get sucked in a little. My hole was winking at Ruth. I had never done anything like this before but I felt so turned on it was unbelievable. I couldn't remember when I was last so turned on. Seconds passed while Ruth must have been staring at my dripping body being presented to her.

She gently put her hands across my back and applied pressure to the skin. I felt myself relax even more as my best friend did her best to make me feel comfortable. Her fingers worked their way into my flesh and took away all the little knots. I felt completely bare and open, waiting for something to happen - though I wasn't sure what would, or should happen.

Her hands moved down to my fleshy arse and she kneaded the flesh. Her hands drifted down my legs and she massaged my legs. My calves and thighs felt wonderful and she gently squeezed the flesh and took away all my tension. In one movement, she swept her hands up my thighs and pushed my cheeks apart with her palms. I pushed back against her hands and moaned in anticipation as I heard the squelch from my pussy as my lips split apart. Ruth's thumbs drifted past my swollen lips and I started to feel desperate for some direct contact. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. My mind had become consumed by the filthiest thoughts again -- my best friend was giving me a massage to relax me and all I wanted was for her to stick her fingers in my holes and eat me 'til I screamed. I was so wet.

Ruth paused for a moment. She took off her robe and tossed it aside. She seemed to lie down, and position herself under me. I was shocked. She kissed my belly -- she was definitely under me, just like the girl in the film. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and she licked at the juice that had trickled on to my belly. She kissed further down until she reached the neatly trimmed hair on my pussy. My pussy felt like it was on fire as she nuzzled the hair with her nose. She was so close. So close to sending me to heaven.

Suddenly, she stopped. She brought her hands up and carried on massaging my arse, while keeping her nose still in my hair. I was wild with desire. I felt outraged that she'd stopped.

Without saying a word, I shifted my body and mashed my pussy right into her face. The sound of the contact and the feeling was indescribable. I moaned out then practically screamed as Ruth buried her tongue into my pussy, not needing to be shown twice what I wanted. I moaned louder and louder as the slut between my legs feasted greedily on my wanton pussy. That slut lapping at my wetness so hungrily was my best friend of years, and in all the time I had never imagined the lust I felt for her now. Her tongue assaulted me continuously, and moans escaped Ruth's own mouth as she ate me. She was as aroused as I was! I couldn't see past my big boobs, but I could feel her passion from the way my pussy was being penetrated and probed by her tongue. Her expertise was driving me crazy -- Rob had never made me feel like this with his half-hearted efforts. I moaned louder and Ruth moaned with me. I loved hearing her.

Words started escaping my mouth. "Oh baby...baby..." I moaned with my eyes closed. I gyrated my hips, moving myself over Ruth's face. I felt every little contour on her face -- the ridge of her nose, the dips of her eyes, the mound of her chin and the slippery bliss that was her tongue. I used her face to pleasure myself - sliding up, down and across it as she lapped away at me. Her face must have been covered with my juice. It was shameless, selfish, greedy sex, but I was loving every second of it, blind with lust.

I could tell Ruth was feasting herself. She tried to say words to encourage me, but they were all muffled by me riding her face. I pushed down harder on her mouth, and then she dug her nails into my arse. I screamed in pleasure and pushed harder. Ruth became even more audacious -- she slapped my arse with her hands. It drove me wilder and I let her know. "Oh Ruthie baby oh Ruthie slap me harder! Spank me!" She spanked me harder enough for it to hurt -- the slaps landed right where her nails had already dug into my soft flesh -- but it only made me wetter, and wanting more of everything she could give me.

Suddenly I felt a finger go straight into my pussy. I screamed even louder than I had before. I was finally being penetrated! Immediately I wanted more. "Ruthie stick two in" I managed breathlessly. She complied straight away and licked me right on my clit. I thought I was going to explode, when she abruptly took her fingers out of my pussy. A massive orgasm was building up inside me and I didn't want anything to interrupt it.

I commanded her, "Jules baby put them back in!" She muffled something and I almost jumped off the floor as without warning, she buried both fingers straight into my arsehole. No-one had ever fingered my arsehole before, aside from myself when I masturbated -- the feeling was beautiful. Ruth seemed to hesitate, trying to find out my reaction. I finally let her know by reaching back and pushing her fingers further in with my own hand, while pushing back my hips. I felt her knuckles sink in and my depravity was complete.

I carried on letting her know what I felt -- my mouth became really dirty, as I repeatedly told her, "Finger my arse! Oh Ruth baby that's so good. Eat me, please don't stop!" In response, she spanked me hard with her free hand and moved her fingers in and out of my hole. I couldn't hold back any longer, as my pussy was aching to come -- slowly, my moans turned to yells as the feeling originated from deep in my belly and started to focus on my clit. It felt like the longest, greatest orgasm I'd ever had. I screamed ear-piercingly, pronouncing the name of my lover "RuthieeeEEEeee" as I came, and then went silent with my mouth open when I simply couldn't take it any more and my body shook with the power of the orgasm.

I held on to the floor as my head spun with the effect of the spectacular orgasm. Ruth didn't stop - she continued eating me out gently as I moved back, sitting myself up, effectively sitting on her face. Her fingers carried on penetrating my arse, rhythmically moving in and out. I still couldn't see her face under my belly, but I could see her hair -- it was matted with the shocking amount of pussy juice that had come out of me. Instantly I flushed with a little embarrassment.

I rolled my body over so that I was lying on my back. Ruth climbed straight up my body, still being very careful, and came up by my side. She leant over so her face was next to mine. Her face was a mess -- I could see my juice, and smell it all over her. Bizarrely it turned me on, and we both smiled as she kissed me long and deeply. I could taste myself on her lips and I licked at her mouth. She stopped kissing for a moment as I licked parts of her face. We were both as filthy as each other it seemed. She fondled my tits with one hand and caressed my hair with another. Her hand drifted down to play with my crotch. I spread my legs some more and let out a little moan. She brought her hand back up and put two of her fingers straight into my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting the juice she'd been greedily tonguing. Ruth smirked, knowing me like only a best friend does. "Again, Jude?"




A Friend in Need



Before I had the chance to reply, she drifted down between my legs and got stuck in again at my pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned, knowing I would be having the same all over again. She ate me and played with my boobs -- this time I held on to her hair with my hands, and rubbed her face in every way I wanted. I knew she was loving it. I had another huge orgasm, and felt utterly spent.

Ruth came up to cuddle me and giggle with me. "So how many years have we wasted not fucking each other?" Ruth laughed. We spent the rest of the afternoon in each others arms. We watched the porn together and masturbated. I kept her at my house for as long as I could, pleasuring ourselves and feeling blissful. I had been initiated into the world of girls by my best friend Ruth. We would spend many days together after this day.



A Friend in Need



Mike and I had been close friends since college. Being a year older, he kind of became the big brother I never had. Though we moved our separate ways after graduation, we never lost touch with each other, talking a few mornings a week while we were each stuck in traffic in our respective cities.

About a year ago, Mike gradually admitted to me that he and Sarah had been having marital issues. About 7 years ago, he married this beautiful woman that none of his old friends really cared for. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but there was something cold about the way she treated him. The problems culminated in a confession he made to me sixs months ago, that he had not had sex with his wife for almost 1 year. He was at the point where he didn't even try anymore. Her constant rejection was worse than the lack of intimacy. To make matters worse...Sarah was working almost full time as a personal trainer had kept herself in great shape. According to Mike, her body was better than when they had gotten married. He could see it from time to time, but was never allowed access to touch. 

At my suggested and after weeks of convincing, he finally hired a PI to follow her around town over a period of a couple weeks. He doubted that she was doing anything since she claimed that she had no interest in sex. I felt otherwise, having seen pictures of her and knowing how hard she was working to stay in shape -- it just didn't make sense. I was right. Not only was she having an affair, she was doing it right in his house. The investigator uncovered emails with details of their activities. Instead of becoming angry, he became depressed. His self esteem and confidence were completely destroyed.

He needed to get away and think. I invited him to spend a weekend away at our house where he could be among friends and people that understood. Mike quickly accepted and came up with some reason to be out of town over the weekend for work. My wife Marcy, had only met Mike a few times but enjoyed his sense of humor and understood how close of a friend he and I had become. She was more than happy to have him stay with us.

He arrived at our house late Friday evening, after we'd put the kids to sleep. The three of us sat for hours, drink wine and talking about everything. I could tell that Mike was liked talking with Marcy. She understood and her advice was dead-on. And for a man that hadn't been with a woman in a while, Marcy was a sight for sore eyes. Nothing over the top, because that's not the way she is, but she looked very cute in her jeans, open toes heels and tight white scoop neck tee. Marcy is has a pretty face, blond hair, about 5'4" with a woman's body, curves in the right places and a generous C cup. As she would leave the room from time to time, I could see Mike subtly following her out with his eyes, watching her pretty round jean covered ass. I was amused and pleased that he was enjoying himself. 

One time when we were alone, he told me that he could tell Marcy and I had a great relationship. He said that he had noticed the way she looked at me and touched my arm or leg causally as we spoke. That she came across so warmly. He said he hoped that if he ended up divorced that he could find a woman like her, pretty, sexy, smart and sensual. I thanked him. The three of us went on talking until about 2 AM when Marcy said that we had all weekend to talk but only about 6 more hours before the house woke up.

I showed Mike to the spare bedroom and Marcy brought him some bath towels. He thanked her and asked if we minded that he take a shower before heading to bed. We told him no problem as the kids were heavy sleepers. Marcy and I retired to our bedroom, she showered and came to bed. 

As she crawled into bed, I could see in the dim light that she was wearing her regular bed attire, a blue silk nightie that came down to mid-thigh that covered a small matching g-string. I was so tired, but she looked so damn good. She snuggled up to me and I put my arm around her. With her head on my chest she started talking. "It's such a shame about Mike. That woman does not know what she's throwing away. He's successful, smart, funny and honestly?? -- he is not that bad to look at." I asked her if she thought he was good looking and she replied, 'Yes. Absolutely. In fact if we weren't married, I'd go out on a date with him." I was kind of shocked even though, we've had pillow talk once in a while about sleeping with other people, but it was just that, pillow talk.

We heard Mike get out of the shower and after a few minutes, return to his room. I jokingly said that if she hurried, she could catch him before he fell asleep. Marcy looked up at me and said, "You know, with all he's been through lately, it would be almost an act of kindness to give him a little pleasure." I looked down at her and as our eyes met, something told me that she was serious. I asked her what she had in mind. "Oh nothing...it's just that I feel so badly for him -- he needs to be held and feel the warmth of a woman so badly. But this wouldn't be right. I'm a married woman and I love my husband very much." 

I think she was surprised too when I responded, "Marcy, if your saying what I think you're saying -- I agree. He's hurting so badly right now that I think it would actually help him if he knew another woman found him attractive. " I found myself getting aroused at the thought of it and I know she could tell, though neither of us said anything about it. I told her to go and that I would not have a problem after. She looked into my eyes for several seconds to see if I was serious or just testing. When she was convinced, she kissed me gently on the lips, she told me she loved me and slid from the bed, then walked slowly and quietly out the bedroom door.

I gave her a couple of minutes and then silently walked down the hallway to the guest room. I found the door slightly a jar and moved it open only as much as necessary to see into the room. The moon and alarm clock were the only sources of light, but I could clearly make out the scene that was playing out right in front of me. Mike was asleep, lying on his side. The covers were at his waist and I could tell he was sleeping in only a pair of boxers. Behind him, Marcy stood watching him. She slowly sat on the side of the bed, slid gently behind him and rolled on her side to face his back. She didn't move for several minutes. 

I watched as she gently placed her hand on his shoulder and moved it slowly down his arm. He awoke with a startle and rolled onto his back. He looked right at Marcy's face and started to protest. She quickly held a finger to his lips -- as if to say, "Shhh, it's ok." I could hear her whisper to him. "I want to make you feel good. I want to you to feel what you've not had in a long time; Will you let me help you?" Mike asked about me. "It's ok with him, he sent me to you. He knows how much you are hurting and we both want to help." He shook his head slowly from side to side as if not really understanding until Marcy put her hand on his check and brought her lips to his.

I stood silently in the doorway. Neither of them could have known I was there nor watching. They continued kissing and I could tell from the sounds and movement that the kissing had become much more passionate. Marcy moved on top of Mike and his arms were around her, she began kissing his neck and moving down to his chest. She gave him the passionate love that he had not gotten at home. She sat up, straddling him with her back to me. I could see behind her that he was fully aroused. They looked at each other as she slowly pulled the nightie up and off revealing her breasts to him. She took his hands from her waist and moved them up until he cupped her breasts. Her head went back and I could tell that she was getting very turned on. She slowly reached behind her and into the opening in the front of his boxers. He moaned when she touched his cock for the first time and brought it out into view. I could make out that he was definitely thicker and a little longer than I am. As he caressed her breasts, she continued to slowly stroke up and down his cock. I couldn't believe my eyes, this was my wife with my best friends cock in her hand and his hands on her tits. My stomach was in knots but my own arousal at witnessing this scene was undeniable.

He took her and rolled her over onto her back. Now next to each other, I watched as she took the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down his legs. She was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed when I watched her take his hard cock slowly into her mouth. With one hand on his balls and the other at the base of his cock, she began a slow rhythmic movement with your head -- up and down on his shaft. From time to time, she would look up into his eyes as she licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. Marcy gives incredible head so I knew he was enjoying this thoroughly. She sucked him for a while, until his hips began to buck and I thought he would shoot his load in her mouth. 

Suddenly, he took her by the hands and guided her back up to the top of the bed and rolled her onto her back. His hands now sliding down her belly and into her tiny panties. Her legs were spread wide and I could see as he found her hairless pussy and she released a gasp. I could tell that he was slowly rubbing her clit with his fingers. I watched as he removed her panties and she was now lying naked on his bed. He moved down along side of her until his head was next her hips and looked up at her for approval. She just put her head back into the pillow and ran her hands through his hair. He ate my wife for what must have been a half hour and at least 3 or 4 orgasms. He just couldn't get enough of her. Finally, he moved back up between her legs. She wrapped them around the back of his thighs and pulled him into her. I watched as my wife reached down with her hand and guided his thick cock into her pussy. I couldn't make out her face but could tell by the sounds of her breathing that Marcy was enjoying his cock. They tried to be quiet but I could hear her gentle moans mixed with his. Mike whispered something to my wife and I heard her respond him that she wanted to feel him cum inside her. He rocked in and out of my wife for another 10 minutes before finally exploding inside of her. He rolled off and they kissed. After a few minutes, I heard her tell him that she better get back to bed but that she hoped he enjoyed that as much as she had. I hurried back to our bedroom and pretended to be asleep.

When she came into our bed she tapped my back and asked if I was awake. I rolled over and smiled and asked if she had actually gone through with it. She said. "See for yourself." And she guided my hand to her pussy that was soaking wet with her juices and Mike's cum. "How was it?" I asked her. She looked at me and said, "He was big...and...I let him cum inside me. Now I want you to fuck me too. And afterwards, I will tell you all about what we did...and then I'll tell you what I'm going to do to him tomorrow night."



A Friend in Need



Emily and I have been friends for years. But never anything anymore than that. Not that I'd never looked at her in that way. I'm a guy! If it has tits and a heartbeat I'm going to think about having sex with it. 

Five years ago Emily got married. She married a nice enough guy. He was stable and responsible. I was very happy for her. A couple of months after her wedding I got married to a woman, who in later years, I could barely stand. 

Recently I got a message from Emily pleading me to call her. I called her almost immediately. She told me her husband has left her. He said that he had found someone else and is leaving Emily and moving in with his new woman. Needless to say she was devastated. She asked me if I could take some time off and drive to see her. By this time in our lives I lived in the northeast and she in the southeast. Me, being someone who never turns down a friend in need, I said I would be there in a week. I set it up with work and told my wife I was going to see my friends for a week. She wasn't bothered since neither of us was getting along that well. I packed, jumped in my car at 4am and started my 10 hour drive.

The entire drive I thought about Emily. It's been 2 years since I went to see any of my old friends. My wife hated them all and I barely had enough money for day to day living, let alone vacations. I sold some stocks I had to finance this trip. I wondered what Emily looked like. She was always so beautiful. Long black hair, smoky eyes, and incredible legs. Emily was the kind of woman that made every other guy in the room jealous of you. If there was one thing about Emily that I didn't like it was that she was a bit slim for my liking. I tended to like women with a little more curves. But nonetheless she was beautiful. 

I pulled up to her house and knocked on the door. Emily answered the door in a bright yellow sundress. She was more beautiful than I remembered. I hugged her and told her how good she looked. She started crying almost instantly. I pulled her away and asked her why she was crying. She took a few steps back and said;

"Look at me. He left me because of how horrible I look. He probably left because he couldn't stand being married to an overweight horror like me." I looked her over as she stood in front of me. It was true she had gained a little weight. To me that made her all the more beautiful. She still had the same long black hair, smoky eyes, but now, adds more curves. Her legs were fuller and seemed to curve wider as they went up inside her dress. I wanted to follow them up, as I could almost make out the shape of her thighs. Her were hips wider and more voluptuous that I could have ever dreamed. Her belly pressed slightly against her tight dress, just begging me to caress and kiss it. Even her breasts, which used to be small, had taken on a much fuller shape and size.

"You are more incredible than ever." I said, "Any man that would leave a beauty like you is a fool."

"You're just saying that because you're my friend."

"Yes, that's true, but I'm also saying that because it's how I feel." With that she jumped back into my arms for another hug kissed my neck and whispered in my ear,

"Thank you." The feel of her body, the touch of her lips and the sexy whisper in my ear caused a stirring in my body. I had to pull away from her before she felt my growing erection.

******

We went out shopping for dinner for the night. We both loved cooking and we used to cook together for our significant others every weekend. The entire time we were rushing around the kitchen I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Every move, every time she bent over and displayed her voluptuous ass that just begged me to caress it. A couple of times I was almost sure she caught me looking at her.

We sat down for dinner and talked about old times and all the crazy things we used to do. She asked me about my wife and I told her that we're not having a great time right now. I told her that we had been living in separate rooms for almost 6 months and haven't had sex in almost a year. 

"That's terrible." She said, "I'd go crazy if I went without sex that long."

"I always have my hand, and internet porn." I said. 

"That's why I bought a new vibrator."

"Oh yeah?" I said very interested and dreaming of seeing it in action.

"Yep, a nice one that works both inside and out."

"Sounds nice" I said uncomfortably. Emily and I had always talked sex to each other but it was all done in fun. Something felt different about this conversation. She sipped the last of her drink and said as she was picking up her dishes and moving to the sink, 

"Clean up and you may just get to see it."

The entire time I was helping her clean I couldn't help wondering if her comment was a joke or not. I dried the last dish thinking about her vibrator.

"Go and watch some TV. I'm heading upstairs for a quick shower." She said, turning and heading towards the stairs. I watched her go and head upstairs. I don't know if she saw me watch her because she whipped off the sundress halfway up giving me an incredible view of her ass and thighs. I told myself to calm down and watch TV. 

Sitting on the couch and flipping mindlessly through the channels I heard the shower turn on. I couldn't stop imagining being in the bathroom watching her. Watching the water glide down her body. Watching the trail of soap slide across her beautiful curves. The water shut off and I heard her rustling around getting dressed. A few minutes later she came downstairs. She was wearing a robe, and by the looks of it, nothing else. She sat down next to me and took the remote control from my hands. 

"Nothing on?" she asked.

"No, not really." I said, basking in the scent of her showered body.

"Well, maybe I can find something for you to watch." She said, turning the TV off and standing up in front of me. She pulled the vibrator out of her robe pocket and showed it to me. "See, here is my new friend." It was blue and curved. It had a second part that massaged her clit while it was inside her.

"You want to see how it works?" She asked.

"Yes." I barely forced out of my mouth. With that she smiled and dropped her robe. I got to see her entire beautiful form on display in front of me. Her thick body was so incredible. Her breasts were so full and topped with perfect erect gumdrop shaped nipples that begged to be licked. Her belly curved so nicely and shapely on to her wide hips. Her thighs, strong and bursting with sensuality formed a path towards her smoothly shaved valley. I could imagine how sweet she tasted. 

She lies down on the carpet before me and slowly spread her legs. She ran the now humming vibrator over her perfect breasts making those nipples all the more harder. She slid it down her tummy and teased her thighs. A throaty sigh left her lips as she looked up at me. 

"I don't know where each of us are in a relationship right now. So I don't think sex, as much as I want it, would be the best idea." She said.

"I understand."

"But, I want you to cum with me. I want to watch you while you watch me." She said, her smoky eyes gazing up and down my body as I stood up to remove my clothes. 

I stood over her, naked, slowly stroking my rock hard cock and watching her work her vibrator in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Her moans were getting louder and I could see her body shake as she fucked herself faster and faster. Her mouth open and her eyes closed as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. I knelt beside her still stroking my cock. She opened her eyes and watched my hand stroke myself. 

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I love watching a man stroke his cock."

"You know I'm this way because of you!"

"You really like my body?" she asked arching her back with a jolt of pleasure.

"Oh god yes!" I cried, "You are so sexy, so beautiful."

"Oh, yes..." she moaned. "I'm going to cum!" Her ass bucking with each thrust of her vibrator. "Cum with me baby. Cum on me." 

"You want me to cum on you?"

"Yes, oh god yes, cum all over my tits. I want to feel your warm cum all over them." She cried. That was all I needed to hear. I aimed my aching cock at her full tits and let loose. Jet after jet of cum flew from my cock and covered her tits. Each load hitting her forcefully. She started to scream with pleasure.

"Fuck I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum.....I'm cummmming!" With that a stream of fluid shot out of her pussy. Her body shaking and convulsing as a fountain of lust shot from between her legs.

She lay back, spent. Her legs shaking still and her breathing heavy. My cum dripping off her beautiful nipples. 

"My god that was incredible." She said. 

"Yes you are!" I said.

"Oh, yeah, did I mention I'm a gusher?" She giggled.

"No, but I wish you would have."

"Why?"

"Because I would have been standing in front of it."

"Perhaps that could be arranged, next time." She smiled.

This was going to be an interesting week.



A Friend in Need



A friend of mine called round the other day. He was feeling a bit low and asked if he could come round. Of course I said yes. I've never known for sure if he was gay or not, but I've thought he probably is. Not that it bothers me. To each his own, live and let live, and all that. In fact, when I've felt like sex and had a good wank, I've imagined, a few times, what it might be like with him.

He duly arrived and seemed pleased to see me and have some company. He lives alone, as I do, and I've wondered from time to time what he did about sex. Did he have a girlfriend? A boy friend? Call girls? Rent boys? I really had no idea. We settled down with a drink and he was talking about the fact that he was alone and it was nice to enjoy some company now and then. He gave an embarrassed chuckle and added that being alone meant that he couldn't get any sex except by wanking himself, and did I know what he meant? I noticed that there was a bulge in his trousers as his cock was getting hard as he was thinking and talking about sex. 

"Yes," I agreed. "That is one of the disadvantages of being alone. It's either a hand job, or a blowup dolly, or something similar." I didn't want to mention rent boys or hookers in case I picked the wrong gender. 

He nodded agreeably and sipped his drink. "The trouble with wanking is, it gets boring after a while. And I do like a bit of excitement when I have sex."

"Excitement?" I queried. He looked away and went a bit red.

"Oh, well, just something to add a little spice," he said vaguely. By now, the bulge in his jeans was extremely large. I nodded in that direction.

"Looks as if you're spiced up already," I suggested with a smile.

He glanced down and chuckled again. "It's been a long time," he explained, "so it doesn't take a lot to get me hard." He chuckled once more as he looked at me embarrassedly and, without realising it, rubbed himself once or twice. The bulge was now big enough to show the outline of his cock inside his jeans.

"It looks to me as if you'll have to do something about that," I said. "It's going to burst out in a minute."

He laughed. "Not a lot I can do now!" he muttered.

"Oh, feel free," I said. "You know where the bathroom is if you want to go and sort yourself out."

He looked surprised. "You wouldn't mind?" he asked. "I mean....if I went and.... sorted myself out, as you put it."

"Not in the least," I assured him. "Go right ahead if you want and I'll refresh our drinks."

He was now rubbing the front of his jeans as he stared at me.

"Well....if you're sure?" he said doubtfully. I gestured to the stairs. 

"Go and enjoy yourself," I said with a grin.

"A different house, different place, it might make all the difference," he said and stood up. He was now quite blatantly grasping his cock from outside his jeans and gently rubbing himself through the material. "You're very understanding," he said sheepishly.

"It's not a problem," I assured him again. 

He went upstairs and I heard him go into the bathroom. I busied myself making fresh drinks and after a while I called up and asked him if he was okay. No reply. I went up to the bathroom and called again to ask if he was okay. Again no reply. I knocked on the bathroom door and it opened against my knock. (I think he had left the door ajar deliberately). He was sitting on the toilet seat, his trousers down to his ankles, and holding his cock in his hand and rubbing himself fast. I couldn't help looking and what I saw I couldn't believe at first! He was wearing soft silky white ladies' pants and sheer black holdup stockings. His cock was huge as it projected from inside his pants. I could see his huge balls:- and they were shaved completely smooth. There was not a hair to be seen anywhere. His cock and his skin gleamed softly in the light. He went very red as he tried to cover himself and pull up his pants and his cock wilted just a little. 

"Oh God! I am sorry," he said. "I didn't hear you and I thought I locked the door." (I wasn't at all sure about that!). "Oh, well, now you know my secret! I'm really embarrassed! I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, still holding his erect cock.

"No, it's I that am sorry!" I said. "I had no idea you were still 'busy'. As for your secret, well, it's safe with me, I can promise you. Now I know what you mean about a little spice!"

He looked down at his clothing. "Oh, yes. Well, that and other things," he admitted, going red again. "I like to wear stockings and suspenders, and ladies' panties. I find it very erotic and exciting. But I'm sorry you had to find out that way."

I told him it didn't matter and not to be embarrassed. 

"Actually," I whispered with a smile, "so do I!" 

His eyes lit up. "You're joking! Really?" Then he looked away, embarrassed again. "You're just trying to make me feel better," he admonished me.

"No I'm not," I said. "I often wear the same sort of things." He was still holding his cock and it had got harder again.

"I don't believe you!" he said, shaking his head. "You're just trying to save my embarrassment!"

I reached for my zip and pulled it down, opened the fly and showed him what I was wearing. Then throwing caution to the winds I pulled down my jeans far enough for him to be certain I was wearing soft see through pink ladies' pants, and for him to see the tops of my stockings and the suspenders.

His jaw dropped as he gazed at my crotch. But I noticed that his cock had suddenly got ramrod hard and he began to stroke himself again, heedless of me.

"I'm speechless!" he murmured. "All this time we've known each other and we share the same likes and enjoy the same hidden pleasures and we never knew it!"

Watching him wanking gently was making me hard and I couldn't resist a gentle rub myself. That only served to make me harder still, and he noticed.

"It's a turn on, isn't it?" he said, wanking himself harder and looking straight at my own erection.

By now I was sure that he was gay, or at the very least bi, and seeing me in front of him with my jeans half down, wearing ladies' pants and stockings and with an erection was obviously having its effect on him.

"What is?" I enquired. "The ladies' clothes or seeing me with a hard on?"

He was becoming a bit breathless. "Both!" he gasped. I rubbed myself again and my cock became harder still inside my pants. I could see he was enjoying the sight of it. He was now wanking himself furiously in front of me.

"Wanking my cock in front of you is a turn on as well!" he gasped. "Sorry! I really am! But it is!" 

"Stop!" I suggested gently, pulling up my jeans and reluctantly letting my cock go. "This is a waste."

His strokes slowed as he looked at me in puzzlement. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Now we know each other's little secrets," I explained, "why are we in the bathroom when there's a perfectly good bedroom next door?"

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "You mean......you and I....really? You're happy to....I mean, if we both...."

He trailed off, but the thought was evidently too much for his frustration to cope with because he suddenly let out a groan and muttered, "Oh! I'm sorry but I have to cum! I can't stop it now!"

And giving his huge cock one or two last strokes he quickly pulled up the front of his pants and jerked several times as he shot his cum into them. I could see the wet stain appearing as the cum oozed through the soft material. There was a lot of it.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he gasped yet again. "It was too late! The thought of you...and seeing your cock hard inside those lovely soft pants...it was too much!"

"Stop apologising!" I said. "That was obviously a good wank and I'm pleased for you. But now there's something I'd like to do!"

He looked at me enquiringly but I said nothing, just reached forward and rubbed my hand over his pants, feeling the warm cum beneath my fingers. I rubbed gently, wiping his cum over the front of his pants, and then quickly reached inside the waistband and took his cock in my hand, wiping the remains of the cum over it.

"Oh! That's nice!" he murmured breathlessly. "That's very nice! I like the feel of your hand on me!"

I withdrew my hand and straightened up. "Come on," I suggested. "Now we have nothing to hide from each other, so let's go and enjoy our drinks. We'll let you recover a bit, and if you're still up for it we'll enjoy ourselves again a bit later."

"Oh, I'm up for it, alright!" he agreed. He stood up and pulled up his jeans over his damp pants. I led the way downstairs and gave him his drink. We sipped and I said, "I see what you mean about adding a little spice. Nice that we don't have any secrets now."

He looked away. "You don't know all my secrets," he murmured. 

"Well," I offered, "if you want to share them with me, I'll be pleased to know about them."

"Not sure about that!" he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow. "Surely you can't be shy or embarrassed now?" I said.

He didn't answer but glanced from me to the floor and back again.

"Well, I like other things as well," he said, "but I'm not sure you'd be interested."

"Not if it involves pain," I agreed. "I'm not into handcuffs, whips, latex masks or domination. Other than that, if it adds zest to sex, I'm all for it."

"Hmmph!" was his rejoinder, and he sat down and nursed his drink. We sat in companionable silence for a while. 

"Can I ask a question?" he ventured.

"Go ahead. If I don't want to answer, I won't."

He nodded. "I'm bi," he admitted. "What about you?"

"The same," I answered him. "Women were okay, but I enjoy sex with a man just as much, possibly even more."

He nodded again. "I understand," he said. He shook his head thoughtfully and swallowed some of his drink. "I can't get over the sight of you dropping your jeans and showing me your lovely pants and stockings," he mused. "And the sight of your cock, hard inside your pants was just......" he shook his head again.

"And I have to say that the sight of your cock was a turn on, too," I said. "It was huge. I had no idea you had such a big cock. And you're smooth! You shave! Just as I do. I admit it turned me on to see you wanking that lovely smooth cock, wearing those pants and holdups. It made me hard. And all that lovely hot cum. Yes, I admit it. It turned me on."

He smiled at me. "Good. Let's hope I can turn you on again, in a bit," he said. 

I felt a stirring deep inside my balls. "Oh, I'm sure you will," I agreed. "And look." I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "Your other, er pleasures, secrets, call them what you like. If you want to try them out on me, go ahead. If I don't like anything, be sure I'll let you know!"

He looked at me for a while. "Maybe," he answered. "I don't want to spoil what promises to be a terrific evening by --"

"Night," I interrupted him. "Why don't you stay the night? That way there's no rush and we can take as much time as we like over our pleasures."

He stared at me, surprised. "Okay!" he agreed. "I'd love to! But......I'm still doubtful about....."

I let him stop and ponder. Finally he made up his mind. " I like dirty sex," he said in a rush. He held up a hand. "Now if you don't like that, okay, it's fine. We don't have to mention it again. Forget I said anything. But I love to be dirty when I have sex. Sometimes," he added.

"By dirty, you mean....." I prompted him.

Once more he looked embarrassed. "I like to wet myself," he admitted. "And more."

I thought about it. "You mean you like to pee yourself?"

"In my pants," he agreed.

"And the more?"

He looked away from me and swallowed the last of his drink, for some Dutch courage, I suspected.

I decided not to help him out. "You don't want to tell me?" I suggested.

He didn't look at me. "I'll tell you if you're sure we can still.... um. Enjoy each other. As long as you don't change your mind, because I really want to hold your cock and wank you, at the very least. If you don't like what I like, that's fine, but don't let it stop us having sex, please?"

I nodded. "That's fair enough. I promise I won't change my mind. But if I don't like the thought of whatever it is you do, then we won't do that. Okay?"

He looked relieved and glanced at his empty glass. I poured some more Dutch courage into it for him and he took a big swallow.

"I like to fill my pants too," he blurted. "I like to do a shit in them and feel it all over my ass and my balls and my cock." He watched me for a moment. "Now you know," he added defiantly. "Dirty, very dirty and not 'normal'." He made a sign of apostrophe marks in the air with his fingers.

I thought about it. It wasn't something I'd tried before. I tried to imagine the feel of a warm brown packet oozing into my own pants. The thought wasn't unpleasant. I thought about that warm brown stuff sinking down to cover my balls and nestling in the crotch of my pants. The idea was rather appealing and my cock twitched. 

"But harmless," I pointed out. "Maybe not normal for most people, but there are thousands, if not millions, of people all around the world who enjoy it."

Now he looked at me and was obviously waiting for me to complete the punch line. I finished my own drink.

"I don't think it would bother me," I finished for him. "I find the idea rather erotic."

He looked very relieved. "Yes," he said. "I find it erotic too. But if you don't want --"

It was my turn to hold up a hand. "Let's see what happens," I suggested. "If we find we want to, we will, if not, we won't."

He looked pleased, then crestfallen at the thought that it might not happen.

"Okay," he agreed. "Plenty of other things we can enjoy, anyway."

But I knew from his expression that he was hoping we would do these things together, and to be honest, I rather liked the idea myself. All in good time.

We spent an enjoyable evening, talking, drinking and reminiscing about various escapades in our lives, complimenting or denouncing mutual acquaintances.

At one point he stood up and said, "Must go to the bathroom."

"I'll come with you," I said.

In front of the bowl he unzipped and produced his cock. I gently curled my fingers round it, feeling the warmth and the smoothness of it. He started to grow hard as his pee flowed out. I unzipped my jeans with the other hand.

"I didn't want you to wet your pants now," I said to him.

"I wasn't going to," he said, surprised, "but why not?"

"Because there is all that lovely cum on them," I explained, " and I didn't want it washed away. I want to taste that, later."

I suddenly turned to him and pushed his cock inside my jeans. I could feel the warmth through my own pants as it nestled against my own cock.

"But you can wet me," I told him.

His eyes lit up and I felt the hot gush as he let the last of his piss go, soaking my pants and the front of my jeans. It flowed over my cock and down my thighs.

"Nice!" I said as the flow stopped. "Yes, I like that!" I stroked him gently and he began to get hard again. He thrust against me, his cock buried inside my jeans.

"Do you want me to cum on you?" he whispered. 

"Not now," I said and pulled away from him. "Later, yes, lots of it! As much as you can!"

I felt my own erection starting, and he must have seen it in my eyes because his hand slid into my jeans and through the softness of my pants I felt his fingers curl round my semi hard cock and begin to rub.

"I want that!" he whispered. "I want to hold that and feel its heat, its hardness. I want to take it inside my mouth and suck it! I want to feel your cum gush over me!"

Now I was really hard and I wanted him to continue wanking me.

"Do you know what I want?" I asked quietly. 

"Tell me!" he urged, still holding me tightly and wanking me through the material of my pants.

"I want to cum inside your pants!" I told him. "I want you to wank me till I cum, and I want to shoot it all inside your lovely soft pants so that it mixes with your own cum!"

He reached down inside the elastic waistband of my pants and gently pulled my cock outside them.

"Nice!" he breathed. "Oh, nice and smooth! And hard! Yes! Do it! I'm going to stroke you and hold you and wank you till you cum and I want to feel all that hot sticky cream inside my pants!"

He moved his hand faster, wanking me hard and my cock was rigid in his grasp. He pulled down the waist of his own pants and aimed my cock at them.

"Whenever you want!" he said. "Your cock is lovely! I love holding it and wanking you! Shoot your hot cum into my pants!"

And the words, and the thought, were enough and I couldn't hold back, great gouts of hot white cum shooting from my cock as he continued to stroke me, hitting his smooth, soft, shaven skin and running down inside his pants to nestle there with his own half dry cum.

"Aaaahh! Nice! Hot and creamy!" he murmured.

As the last drops oozed from the tip of my cock he suddenly squatted down and rubbed it over his face, licking the tip and collecting the last few drops of my cum.

"Beautiful!" he murmured. He stood up, took my hand and rubbed it over his pants so that the palm of my hand was wet with cum. Then he licked my palm, savouring the taste of my cum again.

"That was nice!" I told him breathlessly. "Now I need to pee myself."

I let the flow run, and he held my cock as I pissed.

"Oh, I do hope I'm going to get some of that later!" he murmured.

"You will," I promised.

I made us something to eat, a big helping for each to get our strength up, and afterwards we sat and made further inroads into the bottle. 

"I'm so pleased we've ended up like this," he said eventually, "you know, knowing about each other and enjoying each other's bodies. I have to tell you it's a great relief for me to know we can share and enjoy sex together."

"Yes," I agreed. "I was surprised when I saw you in the bathroom, especially wearing those pants and holdups, but of course, I didn't know you liked that, and you didn't know I did, either. Yes, I agree. It's nice to be able to share such pleasures."

He smiled and rubbed the front of his jeans. "I'm so looking forward to enjoying you," he admitted. "It will be nice if I can fuck you too."

I must have looked doubtful. His cock really is huge when it's hard.

"I won't hurt, if that's what you're thinking, I promise," he continued earnestly. "If I can fuck you I'll be very gentle."

"Your cock is huge," I said. "Bigger than mine. I don't know if I can take it."

He smiled at me. "But I know I want you in me!" he said. "I really want you to fuck me, hard! But I want to wank you too. And suck you. It could be a long night!" 

We laughed. I thought about his big, hard cock probing at my ass and the thought began to make me hard. Then I thought about him holding me and wanking me again, and I got harder still. He was watching me.

"You're getting hard," he pointed out. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," I admitted. "You wanking me, even fucking me. And me wanking you and fucking you. Yes, it's making me hard." 

He came over to me then, and knelt on the floor in front of me. 

"Relax and enjoy," he whispered, and gently unzipped my jeans. He caressed the outside of my cock through the soft pants, and at each gentle stroke of his fingers I grew harder until I was totally erect and my cock was straining inside my pants. Gently his fingers curled round me and began to wank me again. I couldn't believe how hard it was making me and I knew I was going to cum quickly.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I murmured.

"In my mouth," he answered, and pulled my cock free of the top of my pants. He licked around it, the tip, the back, caressing it with his tongue and making it wet and slippery. 

"Cum in my mouth," he repeated and so saying, opened his lips and slid my cock inside his mouth, holding the base gently with his fingers and thumb as he continued to wank me and suck me at the same time.




A Friend in Need



I was holding back as much as I could but the feeling was so pleasurable I knew I was only moments away. 

"Don't swallow!" I gasped.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow without stopping his movements. 

"I want it back!" I gasped again. "Give it all back to me in my pants!"

His eyes signalled he understood and he took me even deeper into his mouth as I pushed my hips forward to meet him.

And then I felt it, that movement deep within my balls which meant that my cum had started its journey to the open air and suddenly I gushed a huge amount of hot cum into his mouth. 

It leaked from around his lips as he sucked and sucked and wanked me with his fingers even harder and faster and I came again, and again, filling his mouth with my hot cream. I groaned in sheer pleasure as I shot my spunk into his mouth, and then sank back, completely sated.

His eyes smiled as he released my cock from his lips. Keeping them tightly closed he nuzzled my pants and pulled down the waistband. Gently he released the cum into them and I enjoyed the warm stickiness as my own cum soaked into them, running over my cock and down to my balls. 

"Oh, that was nice!" I gasped. "That was NICE!"

He gently nuzzled his face from side to side on my pants, wiping the last few drops of cum onto them.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said with a grin.

"I do love you wanking me!" I had to admit to him. "I'll return the favour later!"

He nodded. "I'm looking forward to it!" he agreed.

We finished the bottle as we watched a movie on TV. I suggested we take another one upstairs with us. I had recovered from the huge climax which had emptied my balls, and the thought of going to bed with him, wearing those erotic ladies' pants and being able to freely touch, lick, suck and feel his body was already turning me on again. Switching off the TV and the lights, we went up to the bedroom. Setting the bottle and glasses down on the bedside table I looked at him. I stripped off my tee-shirt and he did the same.

"Lie down," I suggested. 

He grinned and obligingly lay full length on the bed.

I lay beside him and gently stroked his thigh. It was warm beneath his jeans. I rubbed and stroked gently, moving my hand higher and higher, nearer his crotch. I could see his cock getting hard inside his jeans. My hand passed gently over it, feeling the heat of it and it twitched beneath my fingers.

"Yes!" he murmured. "Nice!"

I grasped as much of his erect cock as I could through his jeans and began to rub him. His breath became faster and his eyes closed in pleasure. 

I undid the top of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. His cock burst out from them, still inside his soft, silky pants, but so big that the top two inches were already protruding from the waistband. I moved on the bed and bent to nuzzle my face against his pants, feeling his hot, hard cock against my cheek and then my lips. I sucked at the material of his pants, tasting the mixture of his cum and my own. It was delicious, slightly salty, creamy and sticky. I felt his cock straining inside his pants as my mouth traced the outline of it.

Pausing for a few moments I pulled his jeans down and off him. He arched his back to help me and then lay back with the holdups and the thin, soft material of his pants and his cock strained inside them. I pulled my own jeans off too, and lay beside him again. His hands roved over the tops of my stockings and his fingers traced the line of the suspenders up to my own pants.

"So sexy!" he gasped. "So nice!"

I bent to kiss his thigh and felt the warmth of his hot, smooth skin. I grasped his cock again and rubbed him gently. I licked the tip of it and my tongue continued to caress his helmet, the back of it and probe gently at the tiny hole. He pushed upwards against my hand.

"Oh! I'm going to cum!" he gasped. "Do something, please! Take my cock outside my pants!"

I pulled the top of the silky material down and his cock sprung out, ramrod straight and hard as a rock. I marvelled at the size of it. My lips closed over it and I took as much as I could in my mouth. It tasted divine, of pee and cum, and his own hot flavour. He pushed upwards, trying to get all of his cock in my mouth but there was no way I could take it all. I felt him quiver and knew he was about to erupt.

Quickly I released his cock from my lips and it pointed straight up in the air, quivering, with a tiny drop of precum oozing from the tip. I quickly licked that up and savoured the taste of it. He groaned and thrust his hips upwards. I rolled over to him, kneeling above him with his huge cock pointing straight up at my balls. Pulling the leg of my pants aside I lowered myself onto it and felt that huge member slide inside my pants, up against my own semi-hard cock. I grasped it outside my pants and wanked him once, twice, and that was it. 

He thrust up, hard and I felt his hot cum shoot out of his cock and onto mine, into my pants and against my skin. The hot stickiness ran down my cock and onto my balls. And still he kept shooting more and more. My pants were soaked and I felt the hotness run down my thigh as I continued to rub him, his cock twitching and quivering inside my pants as I wanked the last tiny drops of cum from him.

He sank back, gasping for breath and I gently eased upwards and off his cock, now a little softer but still enormous in its semi-hard state.

I rubbed my hand over my pants and felt his warm cum on my fingers. I licked them and tasted his cum, and then did it again, trying to collect as much as I could from the wet material of my pants and lick it from my fingers.

I lay back beside him as he recovered his breath.

"God! That was amazing!" he gasped.

I was now more than semi-hard and I began to wank myself, holding my cock outside my wet pants. I suddenly realised that the fact that they were wet was turning me on. The thought of all his cum in them, the feel of the warm cum on my hands as I rubbed myself and the sensation of the stickiness on my own cock and skin suddenly made me completely erect.

He was watching me, still slightly short of breath.

"Your turn!" he grinned. "What do you want to do?"

And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I thought about it briefly and the very thought made me quiver in expectation. 

"I want to fuck you," I said.

He nodded. "Which way?" he asked me. Shall I kneel in front of you or shall I sit on you?"

"Sit on me," I told him, and he rose up to kneel above me.

I was still wanking myself very gently through my pants. His cock was in front of me, softer now but still big, and I wished he was hard again already. I loved holding his big cock and making him cum but I knew he needed time to recover.

Reaching between his legs he pulled aside his own pants and began to lower himself towards me. I pulled down my own pants and my cock rose from inside them. He lowered himself some more and I guided the tip of my own hard cock inside his pants and against the cheeks of his ass. He moved a little and I felt the tip of my cock press against his rosebud.

I pushed upwards as he sank lower and I felt my cock enter him, a little resistance and then I was sliding into his ass. It was warm, and felt wet. He smiled with pleasure as he felt me inside him.

"Nice!" he murmured. "Fuck me!"

And he began to move up and down, sliding on my cock as I strained upwards, trying to push every inch of me into his ass. We looked at each other.

"You know," he murmured softly, "that if you fill me with cum, it will have to come out afterwards?"

I nodded. "I know. Fine. Let it come out."

And he gave a little nod and moved harder and stronger and I felt the warmth of his ass surrounding my cock and I pushed up hard, almost lifting myself off the bed as I shot my cum into him, again and again and again, filling his ass with my own hot stickiness. It lubricated his hole and my cock and the fact that it was surrounded by wetness made me stay hard for longer than I could have imagined and I jerked again as the last drops of cream shot from my cock into his ass.

Now it was I who was breathless and I sank back, and he lifted himself from my cock and rolled to lie beside me.

"Gorgeous!" I said. "A wonderful fuck!"

"Certainly was," he agreed. "Love the feel of you in my ass. Love the feel of your hot cum squirting into me."

I reached over and filled our glasses. 

"A little rest," I suggested, " and then we'll find something else to do."

He nodded his agreement and we half lay, half sat against the pillows and relaxed with our drinks.

At one point he bent forward and his fingers eased my cock from my pants. He took me in his mouth and I felt him sucking me. But it was much too soon to get hard again. He resumed his position against the pillows and smiled at me.

"Just tasting the last drops of your cum," he explained, "and anything else that I could."

I guessed what he meant. There could only be one other thing he could taste on my cock.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" he answered. "Just enough to taste but not too much."

I opened the top of my pants and looked at my sleeping cock. Most of it was brown and there was brown on the front of my pants too, mixing with the cum.

"Well, you didn't taste all of it," I said.

"Oh no. Saving it for later," he grinned.

We lay for a while and sipped our drinks.

"Do you wear those clothes outside?" he asked me.

"Usually," I told him. "I try to wear them all the time. I have other things I like to wear, slips, bloomers, holdups like yours."

He nodded. "We're so much the same," he said. "I wear my stuff whenever I can. It's rare that I don't have any of it on." He sighed. "It's so nice to find a like-minded person."

I nodded and we relaxed for a while.

Eventually I asked," What do you want to do now?"

"I know exactly what I want to do," he answered firmly. "I've been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

He looked at me seriously.

"It's decision time, I'm afraid," he said. "If you're okay with my, er, desires. Or not. In which case I'll go to the bathroom. I'm struggling to hold everything in here."

"Aah. I see." I paused. I thought about what he wanted to do. And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him to do it.

"Do it," I told him, equally firmly.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Sure? Once it's done, it'll be too late to change your mind."

"Do it," I said again.

He nodded and rolled over to squat on the bed, his legs astride me as I lay beneath him.

"Put your hand on my ass," he said.

I reached between his legs, feeling that huge cock, soft now, rub against my arm as I curved my hand round under his pants to place my palm against his cheeks.

He closed his eyes and there was a pause. Then I felt something gently pushing against my palm and I realised with a thrill of erotic pleasure that he had let go and was emptying himself, filling his pants with my cum, and his own brown stuff. The pressure grew as he expelled everything he had. A warm bulge nestled in my hand, soft, squashy and unbelievable erotic. He pushed himself against my hand and I felt it all move inside his pants, squashing against his skin. I felt him tense as he used his muscles to push the last remainder out of himself and my hand filled again as he finally opened his eyes and looked at me questioningly.

"Nice," I admitted. "The feel of all your shit inside your pants is nice." I massaged the bulge gently and he closed his eyes again, this time in pleasure.

"Use your fingers to pull it down inside my pants," he instructed. "I want to feel it on my balls."

I did so, gently easing and teasing the huge bulge down into the crotch of his pants, massaging it against his balls and teasing it further round to the front of his silky pants, not so white now, but soft and erotic against my fingers. His cock once again began to grow hard as I teased his warm brown stuff round onto his cock.

He lowered himself gently until his ass was resting against my own soft cock and I felt the shit against me through my pants, warm, soft, squashy and to my surprise I felt my own cock getting hard yet again. He rubbed himself back and forth a couple of times, spreading his packet over his own balls and cock, inside those soft pants.

"Yeeeeessss!" he breathed. Rubbing against my cock, getting hard again itself, made him hard too and the tip of his cock, covered as it was with his own brown stuff, began to protrude outside the waistband of his pants.

The feel of his full pants and the feel of him rubbing against me had succeeded in bringing me to a full erection again. He reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, wanking me gently.

Suddenly he moved, turning completely round and kneeling in front of me, facing the foot of the bed.

"Put your cock in my pants!" he urged me. "Fuck my pants! Push it in my full pants and cum!"

I knelt up behind him and pulled my cock out from the top of my own pants. It was hard, and still mostly brown from being inside his ass. The thought of pushing it deep into his pants and being surrounded by all that brown warmth was amazing and I lunged forward, pushing my cock feverishly into the leg of his pants and feeling my cock slide into that incredible bulge of warmth. It made me so hard it was almost painful and I wanted to cum immediately.

"Fuck my pants!" he said again urgently. "Yes! Yes! Fuck my shit and cum into it! Make it even softer and wetter! I want to feel your cock against mine, and my balls!"

And I pounded at him hard because it was better than I could ever have imagined and I wanted to stay there and feel all that warm brown shit around my cock for ever but I wanted to cum too because I was bursting, and I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me as I thrust into his pants and let my hot cream shoot into them. The warmth in his pants squashed against me as I thrust at him and I felt the heat of my own cum as it mixed with the shit and surrounded my cock.

I gasped and gasped as I fucked his pants and it was heavenly. Finally I finished and I sagged against him, completely spent.

He turned round to face me again, still kneeling over me and began to wank himself through his pants.

"Oh, it's so nice!" he breathed, his eyes gleaming. "To have my pants full, to know your cum is in there too, to feel my own shit on my cock as I hold it, it's just so nice!"

He wanked himself hard, and again I marvelled at the size of his huge cock, straining in his own hand, covered with his soft brown stuff which I could see was acting as a lubricant too. His hand was grasping his cock hard, but sliding easily up and down its length. He paused and massaged some more of his packet up from the crotch of his pants and onto his cock. 

"Yes!" he breathed again. "Yes!"

And suddenly he turned round once more, facing my feet and pushing his body backwards. He lay forward and I felt him at the waist of my own pants. His cock thrust inside them, touching my own which was still sensitive and made me jerk. I felt his hand still wanking himself inside my pants as his hard cock rubbed against mine. I felt him fetch more of his brown load and push it into the front of my pants and then he withdrew his hand and jerked back and forth as he fucked my pants, his cock thrusting against mine and pushing out the crotch of my pants as he slid back and forth in the soft brown shit that nestled against my cock.

He gave a huge jerk and stayed thrust forwards and I felt his hot cum gush from him into my pants, saturating them and covering my cock and his in white creamy stickiness which mixed with the soft brown stickiness that was already there. He let out a huge groan as he came, once, twice, three times and still more of his hot cum squirted into my pants. It ran down onto my balls and I felt it on my thighs as it leaked out from the elastic at the legs.

Finally he relaxed against me, his cock still buried inside my pants.

"Oh, God! God!" was all he could manage to gasp.

His ass was just in front of me as he lay gasping on me and I gently massaged his cheeks through the soft silk of his pants, persuading the last remaining brown stuff trapped inside them to slide down to his rosebud. I rubbed at his hole gently and he pushed backwards against my finger a little.

"Yes! That too, soon!" he murmured.

Finally he sat up, rolled off me and lay beside me.

"Where's my drink?" he enquired. "I really need a rest after that!"

And so we lay, recovering after our sex and sipping at our drinks as our heart rates slowed and our breathing became normal again.

After a while he glanced at my pants, then at me. There was a hopeful look in his eyes.

"I suppose....is there a chance you might.....?" he trailed off and looked at my pants again.

I thought about it. I could feel a pressure inside me. I thought it very likely. Did I want to? Yes.

"I think it's quite likely, quite soon," I said. 

His eyes glowed in expectation of pleasure to come.

"Let me know when it's time," he said. "I want to enjoy every second of it when you do it!"

"Right now," I said, "I need to pee."

"In my pants!" he said immediately. "On top of me and go inside the leg and let it all go on me!"

So now I rolled over to lie on him, holding my cock and pushing it inside his pants leg. 

"Are you sure?" I asked him. "I think there might be quite a lot."

"I'm sure," he said positively. "Are you sure about your bed?"

"Sheets can be washed," I answered, and without more ado I let myself go and felt my hot piss gush out into his pants. His eyes closed again and he just kept breathing 'yes!' quietly as he felt my flow soak into his pants and his shit and my cum. I was right. There was a lot of it. I felt it soaking into my own pants too, and the feeling was very erotic and sexy. 

"Yes!" he repeated, again and again. "More! Beautiful! So hot! Wonderful!"

Eventually I finished and withdrew my cock and lay back beside him. His eyes remained closed but his hand went to his pants and he massaged his cock through them, squelching in the wetness and the brownness and rubbing it over his pants as much as he could. Then he did the same to me, rubbing my pants and holding my cock through the material, massaging his own cum and my piss into a glorious wet, sticky mixture that I could feel on my skin and on my cock.

We were silent for a while, enjoying the feelings. Idly I reached over and rubbed his cock gently again.

"I love you doing that," he said. "It's so nice when someone else holds your cock and wanks you."

"What do you want to do now?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted. "Do you want me to wank you until you cum and shoot your cum on me, into your pants, or into my cock and balls, or do you want me to roll over so that you can push your cock into me and fuck my ass?" 

"I want to fuck you!" he said with a guttural growl. "Very much! Wank my cock a bit!" 

I reached for his cock and began to rub him slowly to make him erect yet again. It wasn't instantaneous, but it didn't take long. Gradually his huge cock, wet, glistening and quite brown from our previous exploits, began to show itself above the waist of his pants, equally wet and brown now.

"I'll sit on you," I told him. I wasn't going to do this any other way at first. If his enormous length and girth was going to slide into my ass I wanted to control how it happened.

He nodded, and pulled his cock free of his pants. Again it stood, a ramrod hard pole and I moved to straddle him. He reached up, rubbed my cock and massaged my balls for a moment then pulled aside the leg of my wet, brown pants. Gently I lowered myself until I felt the tip of his rod probing at my cheeks. He guided it to my rosebud and I felt a twinge of worry. I really wanted to feel his cock fucking me but I was still dubious about being able to accept that huge gleaming rod in me. I lowered myself a little more and now the tip of his cock was pushing at my rosebud, straining to enter. I've long since learnt that the best way to accept something in the ass is push out as if emptying yourself, not clench your buttocks, which is the natural reaction and tightens everything up. So I closed my eyes and pushed outwards, moving a little lower at the same time. I felt his hands moving and guessed that he was lubricating his length, either with the wet piss in our pants, or perhaps some of the brown packet that nestled within. His hands reached up and gently grasped my hips easing me downwards and now I felt that huge rod pushing my muscle aside and sliding slowly into me. It felt huge, enormous. It was huge. Gradually he slid further into me and I could feel every inch of him as his cock gradually probed further and further into my ass. 




A Friend in Need



"Oh, that's nice!" he murmured. "I can feel heat, and wetness. I think you're full!"

I thought I was too. The feel of his member in me made me want to expel, and I knew that as soon as he withdrew I would have to.

By now I could feel the tip of him deep inside me and pushing at the top of my bowels. I was just about to say 'enough, I can't take any more', when he breathed out a long sigh.

"I'm in you," he said, almost wonderingly. "I'm right inside you and it's gorgeous!"

Gently I moved up and down, and whatever it was that was lubricating us worked, because I could feel him sliding easily inside me as I moved. He pushed his hips upwards to meet my movements. His hands were still grasping my hips, working me up and down on his length. His movements became more urgent, faster, his upward heaves more thrusting and each time I felt that magnificent cock slide deep within my asshole. 

"God, that's so good!" he breathed. "Fucking you is just so nice!"

Now he was really heaving at me and his hands were pulling me down onto his length more urgently.

"I wish we could do this doggy style!" he gasped.

"If you come out, I shall have to let go," I warned him.

"Roll over with me," he pleaded, and stopped his movements, staying buried as deep as he could inside me. 

Gently and carefully we both rolled to one side, making sure that he stayed inside me. He supported his weight on one hand as I drew my knees up and managed to get in a kneeling position. He straightened himself behind me and again his hands grasped my hips, now pulling me backwards onto him.

"Oh, yes!" he gasped. "Now I want to fuck you and fuck you!" And he began to move again, thrusting at me and sliding almost his entire length in and out of me without ever actually allowing himself to withdraw.

"Oh, that is just heaven!" he gasped, quite loudly it seemed to me. "I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your lovely, wet, tight, full ass!" And he thrust harder and deeper and I really wanted to expel him and everything I had, but there was no way I could do that while he was still thrusting his huge cock inside my man-cunt, filling me to the exclusion of all else. 

"Let me rape you!" he gasped.

And without more ado he pounded at me so hard that each movement sent me forward onto the pillows. I could feel his huge balls banging against me as he thrust and pounded and pushed every inch of that huge, magnificent cock as hard and as deep as he possibly could into my ass hole. He started to talk, muttering to himself rather than me.

"I love being in your ass! My cock is filling your ass and I can feel all your shit surrounding it as I fuck you! And it's nice to fuck you hard! I'm raping you! I'm fucking your tight ass and I'm going to fill you with my cum! I'm going to shoot all my hot cream into your ass, into your shit and I'm going to fill you so full when I cum---"

And I felt him jerk, and a hot gush inside me as the first jet of his cum shot out of his cock and into my ass. He pounded again, and again another jerk and a huge spasm as he shot more cum. And now he fucked me so hard and so fast I could hardly tell if he was fully in me or half out and with each forward thrust I felt more of his hot cum gush into me. I couldn't believe how much there was. Surely he must soon be finished, but it seemed not, and although it was probably only several seconds it seemed ages as he continued to thrust his great cock into me and each time he did there was another hot gush of cum spurting into me. He was sliding in and out of me even easier and faster than before and I guessed that his spunk was acting as a further lubricant.  

Finally his strokes slowed and he eventually stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in me. He was gasping so hard he sounded like he'd just run a mile or more. 

We stayed like that for several minutes. His cock was gradually becoming softer within me, although it was still enormous. I liked the feeling of him being deep in me, but I knew that soon he would withdraw, and I wanted him to be ready.

"Let me know when you're going to leave me," I said, "because as soon as you do, I'm going to let go."

"Yes!" he gasped. "Yes! In a moment! I want to put my hand against your ass as you do it! I want to feel you fill your pants!"

And then he gently and very slowly began to pull his cock from me. I felt it sliding back and it seemed there was no end to it, but suddenly it was gone. I felt him pull the leg of my pants back into place and his warm hand spread over my cheeks.

I couldn't wait for a second longer, and with relief I allowed my muscles to relax and felt the contents of my ass moving towards freedom.

With a huge gush I emptied my ass, feeling all the brown stuff that his cum had softened shoot out of my ass and into my pants. It was hot against my cheeks and there was a tremendous amount of it. I heard him murmuring excitedly as the bulge in my pants filled his hand and he pushed it back against me, spreading it over me as much as he could inside my pants.

Just when I thought I'd finished I realised there was more and I pushed outwards again, a second huge pile leaving my rosebud and swelling the bulge that was already stretching my pants as far as they could go. I was conscious of his exclaims of delight and rapture without actually hearing him. 

He realised I'd finally finished and his hands rubbed against the huge bulge in my pants. I felt him manipulating it down. Still kneeling, as I was, I felt the heat of it as it reached my balls but he didn't stop there. Gently and carefully he eased all the contents down and down, round under my balls until they were completely immersed in it, and then further, round and up the front of my pants. I felt it reach the base of my cock and even further still as he used his fingers and the palm of his hand to drag more of it up onto my cock until that too was completely buried in it.

The feel of it surrounding my cock and the touch of his fingers against my balls and cock was enough to start my erection again. He grasped my cock from outside my pants, and I felt the shit and cum squash warmly against it as he started to wank me. He stroked me for several minutes. I was now as hard as I was ever going to be.

"Let me fuck you!" I managed to gasp. "I want to stick my hot cock and all my shit into you!"

He immediately let me go and assumed his own kneeling position beside me. I moved over, getting between his legs and feverishly dragging down the waistband of his pants. I felt the heat of my brown packet as I reached into the waist of my pants and pulled my rampant cock out. Without a word I just lunged forward, wanting nothing more than to bury my cock in his ass and cum into him.

His cheeks were still wet and brown and as I guided my cock towards his rosebud I saw that amidst the brown which covered my cock there were streaks of white;- his cum. I probed at his ass and slid in him without any effort. His muscles were open to receive me and I looked down and saw that my shit and his own cum was going inside him too. The thought was the final straw. I had time for just two huge thrusts into him, feeling the heat and wetness of his ass hole before I shot my own cum into him:- once, twice, three times a huge gush of cum left me to splash inside his ass. Gradually the spasms eased and became less forceful, but I knew I'd just shot a lot of cum into him. I was exhausted, and allowed myself to fall back onto the bed, my cock dripping with the last drops of spunk and still outside my pants. He relaxed too, rolling to lie on his back.

He grabbed my hand and pushed it under him, just in time as he expelled his own bowels and again I felt a bulge as he filled his pants with his brown packet and my cum. 

I squashed it against him, but I really wanted to rest a bit. The orgasm as I fucked him had been so intense I just couldn't do anything more until I'd rested.

"I think," I gasped, "a little rest would be a good idea."

He nodded. "Yes! I think so! God I haven't had so much sex so quickly for yonks! But oh so nice!"

We lay quietly and I felt my eyelids drooping. I was quite ready to nod off and have a snooze while my body recovered. I heard his deep breathing beside me and when I glanced at him he was already dozing himself. Gratefully, I let my eyes close completely and I slept.

I awoke to the feel of a hand rubbing my pants and as I opened my eyes I realised he was again massaging my cock through the thin, dirty material of my pants.

"Hi!" he greeted me. "Nice snooze?"

"How long?" I muttered, still not fully awake.

"About half an hour," he answered. "I thought a coffee would be nice. Any chance?"

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I swung out of bed to sit on the edge of it and as I did I felt all the contents of my pants squash hard against my balls and the base of my cock. The feeling was wonderful and I knew this was going to become a regular thing for me now.

"Oh, that's a nice feeling," I murmured.

"When it squashes against you as you sit?" he asked. "I know. Wonderful."

I stood up and my pants stuck to my ass and balls, held there by the delightful brown, and white, stickiness inside them.

"Yes, a coffee is definitely on the agenda, I think," I agreed.

We went downstairs and as we reached the kitchen he grabbed my shoulders and swung me round to face him. He wrapped his arms round my back and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks," he murmured. "Thanks for understanding, for being who you are, and for doing what we've just done together." He released me and stood, watching me.

I wasn't sure what to say to him at first, and then I answered, "And thank you for introducing me to the delights of full and wet pants! I had no idea it was so erotic and so sexy and such a turn-on!"

He smiled an acknowledgement and I busied myself making coffee while he watched.

"I hope," he said, "that you're going to keep your pants on until tomorrow? Or do you want to change into clean ones?"

"Whatever for?" I asked in surprise. "I like the feel of them being full so why should I want to change them? We still have lots of time and I think after the coffee we'll have recuperated enough to start all over again. No, I'm happy to stay as I am, if you are."

"Oh, yes," he said with a grin. "I shall want to stay like this until I get home, and maybe not even change then for a while."

He came close to me and stood just behind me as I prepared the coffees. Then his arm circled me and he placed his hand on my cock. 

"Stand still," he murmured. "I want to wank you again."

And as I stood and did things with coffee and spoons and sugar and hot water, he rubbed me and stroked me, making me erect again very quickly. Staying outside my pants, he grasped my cock completely and wanked me faster. I felt my legs trembling as the exhilaration of his hand on my cock grew and suddenly I was cumming again, shooting hot white spunk into the front of my full, dirty pants.

"Aaah!" I gasped. And I let out a groan as I reached the heights of ecstasy, spunking hotly into my own pants. Feverishly his hand rubbed all over the front of me as my cock twitched again and I felt the fresh hot cum and the brown stickiness in my pants spread over my stomach and cock.

"Ooooohhh! Nice!" I gasped again and sagged a bit, supporting myself on the kitchen counter. As I rested there, my body still trembling from my climax, I felt his cock pushing against my ass.

"Bend over!" he suddenly pleaded, an urgent note in his voice. "Bend over the chair! I want to fuck you again!"

And before I could say or do anything he had grasped me and manipulated me so that I was bending over a kitchen chair, my hands supporting me on it and my ass presenting itself to him in the air.

I felt him feverishly pulling down the waist of my pants even as the tip of his cock probed between my cheeks and then he was pushing his huge cock into my rosebud. It was all so quick I had no time to think about any pain but I needn't have worried. The brown and white pile in my pants and around my ass acted as a superb lubricant and he shoved himself into me, then almost out again as he began to pound at my ass, fucking me as hard as he could. 

"I love fucking your ass!" he gasped out loud. "I love almost raping you as I fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

My ass hole felt as if it was bursting with the huge, hot rod of flesh that was filling it. He continued to pound at me as I braced myself against the chair. I felt a tremble in his massive cock and he matched his words to his movements as he erupted and thrust his cock even harder into me with each stroke, gushing his hot cum into me again.

"I -- love -- fucking -- you -- and -- filling -- your -- ass -- with -- my -- cum!"

And then he was spent and sagged against me so that I was almost supporting the weight of two of us for a few moments. I felt him sliding back out of me and I didn't hesitate. I pushed hard and even as the tip of his cock left my rosebud I emptied myself over it. I felt him pause and stay still as the hot cum and a little more brown softness spurted out from me and covered his cock, running down inside my own pants and along the crease of my ass.

He breathed a long, drawn-out sigh of contentment as he felt the warmth envelope his cock, then finally pulled away from me and pulled up the back of my pants again. I felt the warmness from our exertions against my cheeks.

I straightened up. 

"Fuck! That was good!" he exclaimed breathlessly. And I had to agree. It had been good and I'd loved the feel of him in me again, and the feeling as I emptied myself afterwards. 

"Now I need the coffee!" he said, and I reboiled the kettle, finished the drinks and handed him a mug.

We stood, leaning and drinking, not saying a lot. There was no need to say much. We had enjoyed each other. We would enjoy each other again. And again. The night was yet young, and we had plenty of time.

THE END.

(for now...)



A Friend in Need



Nichole had been my best friend since second grade. We were as close as sisters and share everything. She had been shocked but supportive when I told her that I was bisexual, and then when I went on to tell her in detail about my first lesbian encounter with Sam.

A week after Nichole's eighteenth birthday she found out that she was pregnant. She was absolutely devastated, not because she was pregnant, but because she would be stuck with the father. I don't know how to say it nicely, so I won't, but the father of Nichole's baby was a complete asshole. He never paid Nichole any attention unless he wanted sex, and after finding out that Nichole was pregnant he didn't even want that anymore. The one upside to the situation was that his family was filthy rich, and had offered to take Nichole into their home, pay for her to continue her college education, and make sure that her child never wanted for anything.

Nine months passed and little Emma came into the world. She was a beautiful baby and I loved her to pieces and spoiled her rotten as any good Godmother would. 

When Christmas break came a long that year, I was bored out of my mind and sexually frustrated. Johnny had gone out of town with his family to spend Christmas with his grandparents. Sam had gone to Europe with her parents. All I could do was sit at home and masturbate and it was starting to get old, I was longing for some human to human contact; and then my phone rang.

I picked up the phone and heard a sobbing female on the other end.

"Hello."

"Lily, can I please come over?"

"Nichole? What's the matter? Are you alright?"

"I just...I really need to talk someone....can I please come over?"

"Of course you can, but what about the baby? Are you going to bring her?"

"No she's at my Mom and Dad's, they wanted to spend some time with her."

"Okay, well are you going to leave right now?"

"Yes, I'm walking out the door as we speak. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Okay, see you then. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone, and ran downstairs to the kitchen. "We'll get through this disaster the same way we've gotten through every other disaster" I thought, "Junk food and porn". For years now, Nichole and I had been watching porn together and recently we had started to masturbate together while we watched. My parents would be gone until morning so we had nothing to worry about.

I got the Oreos, chips and dip, and soda, and then I called dominos to have them deliver some pizzas. I went into the den and set up the junk food, and then I went up to room to pick out some toys and some porn. I chose my eight inch vibrating dildo, and then pulled the box of porn movies out from under my bed. I looked through the movies for a minute and then I found the one a I wanted, a lesbian film starring Jenna Jameson, "Mmm, my favorite", I thought. I also picked out a straight movie, "I better ease her into this slowly" I snickered.

I took my things downstairs to the den, and then I heard the doorbell ring. It was Nichole. She walked through the door and I grabbed her and hugged her, she was sobbing uncontrollably. I led her to the den and we sat on the couch.

"Tell me what's wrong, Nichole."

"It's just Josh, I am so unhappy, he doesn't even touch me since Emma's been born, we haven't had sex in five months, I took Emma to my parents today hoping we would have time alone together, but he told me he didn't want to have sex, and he went to the bar to meet up with his friends. It's not just the no sex thing either. He's a terrible father, he barely even looks in Emma's direction, and yet every time I suggest that I am going to leave he goes crazy. I don't know what to do; I can't live like this anymore."

She fell into my arms and sobbed. After awhile she regained control of her tears, and we sat and snacked on our junk food and had a little chat. The pizzas came and after we were finished eating, we decided we would put in the porn movie. We started with the straight movie. As we were watching it Nichole broke down into tears again, so I paused the movie.

"What's wrong, Nichole?"

"It just hurts so bad to see a man and woman have sex."

"Well then, why don't I change it to something different?"

"Okay."

I got up and put in the Jenna Jameson film. I went to sit back on the couch and Nichole laid her head on my shoulder.

"You are such a good friend, Lily."

As the film progressed I could feel myself starting to get really wet, and then I felt something strange, I looked down and saw Nichole's hand caressing my breast through my shirt.

"Nichole?"

"I'm sorry if I am being too forward, Lily, but ever since you told me you were bi, and told me about you and Sam, I've been really turned on by the idea and also really jealous of Sam."

I would be lying if I said that I hadn't thought about having sex with Nichole before. She was quite pretty. She was about 5'4, short, dark blond hair, blue eyes, a very athletic, trim body, and though her breasts were smaller than I normally liked at only 32A, she had enormous nipples.

"Are you sure about this Nichole? I don't want to hurt our friendship."

"I'm sure, Lily, I really need this."

With that she leaned in and kissed me. It was a very soft and sensual kiss that soon turned into a very heated and passionate kiss. 

As we sat there making out, I ran my hand down her body and into her sweat pants, and began to rub her soaking wet pussy as she moaned into my mouth. I removed my hand and then took off her shirt and bra, and laid her back on the couch. I got up and decided to do a seductive little strip tease for her. I began to dance and rub up and down my curves as I stripped my clothes, as she removed her pants and thong so that she could rub her pussy. Once I had stripped, I went and lay on top of her and began to kiss her again. 

"Oh, Lily, I love how our boobs feel pressed together."

I began to kiss down her neck and shoulders until I had reached her petite breasts. I licked around them and kissed them and then I grabbed hold of her huge nipple and sucked on it, and then did the same to her other breast until she was moaning so loudly, that I was sure the neighbors would hear. I licked and kissed the rest of the way down her body until I got to her pussy. I licked up and down her thigh, teasing the insides, until she spread her legs wide for me revealing her glistening, wet lips. I licked around the lips, teasing until I sensed that she was in need of release and then I ran my tongue up and down her slit, fucking her cunt with my tongue. I then remove my tongue and picked up my vibrating dildo off the coffee table, I sucked on it a minute to get it nice and wet for her and then I slid it in her cunt and turned it on high, which absolutely drove her wild, she was bucking wildly and screaming my name, I leaned down and grabbed her clit into my mouth and started to suck it wildly as I fucked her cunt hard with the dildo. I felt her orgasm building and finally she filled my mouth with her pussy juice. I licked her pussy clean and then gave her a minute to recover. I went up and laid beside her. "That was amazing, I've never had my pussy eaten that good before."

I offered her the dildo, "Wanna taste yourself?"

"No, I'd rather taste you," she said with a seductive grin.

I laid back on the couch, happy to oblige. She came and laid on top of me and did what I had done to her earlier. She sucked on my breasts and nipples teasing them and making them so hard. 

"I love your boobs, Lily, they're so big."

She licked her way down my body, until she reached my body. She didn't tease me like I had her. She latched onto my pussy right away and began to suck my clit furiously. While sucking my clit, she inserted two fingers and then three into my cunt and fucked me hard, until I came hard in her mouth. She didn't stop there; she continued licking my pussy making me cum two more times. Finally, both of us exhausted, she came up to lay beside me. 

As she laid her head on my breast, she looked up into my eyes and asked me "So, how was I?"

"Not bad for a first-timer," I responded.

After cuddling a few more minutes we gathered all our stuff and went up to my room and got into my bed. We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's body and eventually fell asleep in each others arms.



A Friend In Need



Let me first explain that I'm an alright looking guy, I've gone on a few dates and I know my way around a pussy, I just don't prefer to get attached to people because, let's face it, high school doesn't last as long as we'd like and ideally, graduation is the last time you see your friends before departing to bigger and better things. Well, we had finally embarked on our last week of full-classes which was humbly known notoriously as Senior Prank week. Now, unlike most conventional prank weeks that high schools have adopted, these pranks weren't limited to teachers and faculty- or even the vicinity of the campus- no, these pranks are meant for the seniors themselves, meant to be waged against one another in a war-like commitment.

In my group I had some good friends but there were a couple douches there as well- it's complicated but we were sort of the 'leftovers' from other groups that had dissipated over the years due to the public school systems' effective regiment of there being "no child left behind" which bastardized us away from our former cliques in with one another. Sounds great and it was at times, but there was more of a rivalry there than anything else.

You see, I was more of the writer/journalist of the group while on the opposite end of the spectrum was this loudmouth ass. A self-proclaimed Jock, though no longer since he flunked out last year and this is his second go-around. He was always challenging people to fights and overall just raising hell whenever he could out of spite. As you can probably guess, we were definitely in each others' crosshairs in senior prank week.

Now, obviously we do get along now and again and in fact, one common ground we do share is an intense trust and friendship with his little sister- we'll call her Robin. I had known her since Freshman year and me and the Jock immediately butted heads because he assumed I was hitting on her during a research paper in which we were paired up to write a paper outside of class- which meant hanging around in the library, each others' houses, at public places, etc. And we just happened to click and get along so we've been talking ever since which turned me from "random lit geek to pick on" to "liability to waking up with evil glare of little sister". Now because it's the PC thing to do I can't continue until I let you know that when I say "little" I don't mean that she's a Sophomore or anything- I mean that she's 18 like me and he's almost 20 in high school. 

That being said, I know what you're thinking "So what does she look like?"

Well she's blonde, about 5'8", washboard chest- some guys have an issue with that, I'm more of an ass man myself and yes, just as her brother she is quite athletic and reprised the mantle of her flunky brother as "senior athlete" which he was devoutly proud of. She's quite popular with the guys most of the time- but getting past her brother is something that just doesn't happen too often and I felt bad for her since she was obviously not the slutty type that seemed to be the status quo at this point.

Speaking of which, I had a girlfriend at the time, a beautiful Puerto Rican chica we'll call Soledad. She was quite curvy and a bit heavy but carried it extremely well, especially in her generous breasts. The only problem is that although we both knew this was just a casual fling, she never put out and rarely returned my advances. I would often share my frustrations with Robin over the whole thing and she would begrudgingly listen to my woes while also criticizing Soledad's lack of self-respect, though I suspected envy as Soledad was quite well endowed and often had her breasts on display most of the time. 

The week prior to Senior Pranks Robin expressed her deepest worries regarding the potential bloodshed and epic war campaign me and her brother would wage against one another and I refused to disclose any details to her at all for fear that she'd ruin my plans by narcing to her brother. Not that she was the type to do that, but I didn't want to take any chances with the idea I had.

I started off with a preemptive strike which included making him believe that I had filled a balloon full of urine (it was actually full of mildly heated vinegar-) and hit him over the head with it as he left class in the empty parking lot in front of mutual friends and passersby. This prompted him to freak out and begin heaving as though he was going to puke. Gagging and convulsing aside, there was no real harm done, no one was hurt and it was a good laugh after I showed him that it was indeed vinegar and not urine. Besides, a longstanding rule in the school was that if anyone went to the teachers and narc'd then not only would that hurt the whole spirit of the week- but due to anti-prank regulations on campus we may not be able to walk at graduation and the tattle would be shunned.

So it was on, the war had begun. 

I thought I was ready for anything.

So that Thursday I'm at lunch, sitting with my buddies and they're all talking about graduation night events and what we'll do to celebrate- suddenly Soledad sits next to me in this very revealing crop-top that gave me a great view of her deep cleavage. She then insists on me trying some of her cookies she brought from her parents function the prior night and hands me a cookie while rubbing her breasts against me adoringly. Thinking nothing out of the ordinary (she was quite a good baker) I had a few cookies as she continued to urge me to keep eating as much as I wanted. I had about three of the chips-ahoy sized pastries until I realized everyone was choking their laughter back and looking at me.

My first thought was that someone had replaced the cookies and somehow put laxatives in them. I looked to Soledad in fear but she also had the same look on her face. "What's going on?" I asked slowly.

The Jock suddenly rushed me and laughed triumphantly, after a brief back and forth which took far longer than the setup for this story that I'm going to have you endure, he finally said,

"You have about an hour before lift off-"

Suddenly my head was spinning. Did he lace the cookies with speed? LSD? Marijuana? Luckily for me I had only one class left that day but there was still the ride home to think about- before I could ask further he took out a box and set it in front of me so that everyone could see.

"Viagra???" I exclaimed.

Everyone burst out laughing.

My first instinct kicked in and I looked at Soledad, she too was laughing hysterically and hadn't the single hint of sympathy. She knew the cookies were drugged! After 10 minutes of trying to ascertain if this was some payback for making him believe I cruelly pranked him the day before and maybe he was trying to psyche me out, I realized that this was all too serious. When I pulled Soledad aside behind the bleachers of the gym so that we could talk about this in private without anyone else having to know of my disposition- she simply announced that "it's just time to go our separate ways".

I protested, completely befallen with fear.

Suddenly, yanking the tie from the crop-top- the hammock falls freely along with her tan breasts, her dark nipples starring at me angrily as she uses both hands to jiggle them. I go silent and in horror, before I can even get my breath back- I'm hard as a rock.

Without saying a word she smirks and ties her top back, tucking away her brown spheres and saying, "We knew this was going to happen, you go your way and I go mine." 

"You can't leave me like this-" I protest but she won't hear of it. She leaves, swaying her ass as she walks away and out of my life for good, leaving me and my disposition for the entire world to see. 

There I emerged, exposed and vulnerable. 

And it hurt, my cock felt like thousands of pins were sticking into every single nerve and I felt buzzed. Without a single idea as to what to do- or reason to remain in class- I ran to my car and pulled out as the Jock ran up to the window and banged on the door hooting and hollering while my- his- friends began making jerking motions in the air and I realized that that's probably what it was going to take to get this hard-on to go away.

But this was Viagra, it wasn't a matter of tossing one off and turning on the TV, this was probably the long-lasting, elephant hormone crap meant for hundred-year-old men with ED. 

"FUCK-" I screamed, driving home and weaving wildly.

I'm about average size a little under 7 inches, but my cock felt at least slightly longer and I mean that in the sense that it was uncomfortable- it was so humiliating I didn't know what to do, who to call. As the guys put it, I'd probably spend the evening jerking until my arm fell off. 

Finally it wasn't until I got home that it occurred to me the old warning about Viagra- any erection lasting longer than 4 hours would be hazardous and may even lead to impotency. As in, if I didn't cum soon and relieve that tension I may never had an erection again. 

Running into my empty house and clumsily locking the door behind me, I darted to my room, dropping my pants and horrified at the sight of my swollen cock- and no that's not me complimenting myself- my cock looked like it was suffering from anaphylaxis. I looked like a dildo about to explode. The engorged cock was indeed uncomfortably longer than usual and it was at full-tilt upward, revealed to the rest of the world as though it had a grudge and purple as ever. 

I wrapped my hand around the firm shaft and began jerking, careful to look over my shoulder and make sure that they hadn't planted cameras anywhere or that this was only the first phase of something much more pervasive. 

"Okay get a hold of yourself-" I muttered, walking to my computer as my cock bopped agonizingly in the open air. "I'll be okay-" I reassured myself. I logged into my computer, there was an email from my mom explaining that she wouldn't be home until late tonight- wonderful. So I ditched the email, went to my preferred porn site and I found a 30 minute clip from a site that had the most beautiful natural women on the net (in my opinion) and began jerking away. 

The video consisted of a white woman with pale nipples, she had EE cup breasts and a big round ass with long dark hair that went all the day down the small of her back. The video began with an interview and subsequently lead to an all-out hardcore fuck with a well-endowed man. Try as I might, maybe it was the embarrassment, maybe it was the pain/pleasure ratio, maybe I was just overworked and freaking out, but I was about 25 minutes through the clip and nothing- my heart was racing, I was sweating bullets and at any time I stopped to take a rest, my cock simply buzzed and throbbed as though it was the ultimate case of blue balls. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, but the door bell what made me jump. 

I ignored it once and continued trying to cum until the bell came again.

"It's me, Robin!" the female voice chirped, "I know you're here, your car is upfront, please answer the door-"

I stopped, winced at the excruciating agony and stood, pulling my boxers from the ground, slipping them over my sensitive member and waddled to the door. I cracked it open to see Robin standing there, she looked worried and I guess my strained expression only made her even worse.

"I came over her as soon as I heard- I am so fucking sorry-"

"It's okay," I grunted, "So I guess words spread already-"

"The doesn't matter, we need to get you to a hospital-" She insisted.

"NO-" I told her, "I've been humiliated enough-" I hyperventilated. This was too much, I didn't want to be humiliated like this anymore and I was in very bad pain at this point but felt as though at any given moment I'd cum buckets. The frustration and indignity was too much to handle and I found myself beginning to break down.

"Let me in at least," Robin told me, slipping through, I still hid behind the door and tried to regain my composure and also felt completely perverted if I were to display my erection before someone I considered family. She looked at me sympathetically and told me, "It's okay, you can close the door- I'm not here to hurt you anymore like those idiots-"

I closed the door, locking it and subsequently revealing my tent. 

Robin's eyes were immediately glued to it as I made no attempt to hide anything. I simply lowered my head. Yet she made no smile, nor interest in my cock, rather evaluated my state of embarrassment and pain.

"We're both adults here," She told me in a calm manner, "This isn't the first one I've seen and I think it would be best if we air it out a bit and get comfortable, that's a lot of blood coursing through it and we don't need anything getting cut off." 

What else could I do?

I dropped trow and revealed my swollen cock, stepping out of the puddle which my boxers produced. She simply looked at it and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I nodded, unable to speak in front of her. 

She paced around for a moment, as though contemplating what to do next, "When did you first get hard?"

"Almost an hour ago." I replied.

She took a deep breath, "This isn't good-"

"It hurts, Robin." I whispered. "But I don't want people to know about..." I trailed off.

"My brother is an idiot for this-" She growled, " I can't believe he would be this STUPID- And Soledad- I'm going to kick her ass-"

"I started it-" I replied dismally-

"But this is taking it too far." She clarified, looking at my member.

Another moment passed and my hand gesture to it as though my cock was controlling my body and urging me to finish the job somehow. I let out a frustrated grunt, I wasn't going to jerk it in front of her and I was hoping that the overall embarrassment of being on display would scare the hard out of it. Robin then put her hands to her face and announced-

"I'll help you."

I looked to her in disbelief.

She withdrew her hands from her face and looked at me as seriously as she possibly could. "You're in pain, You obviously are too worked up to be doing this alone, and my brother is the reason why all of this is happening- it's the only way we can make things right and maybe since I'm a chick it'll be easier to get off.."

"But-"

"I lost my virginity awhile back," She admitted, "I've had vibrator since I first got into high school and someone told me penetration was the best way to get an orgasm- long story short I had to go to the hospital because I shoved it in too far and popped my cheery and I freaked out..." She looked away, breaking eye contact with me, "I know it's very humiliating to go to the hospital in such a manner and I wanted to be there for you if you had to go- but I can also do this for you too-"

"But Robin-" I tried to protest.

She then began stripping down in the most elaborate and unromantic way a woman can strip, taking off her shirt, jeans, kicking off her shoes until she was only in a modest sports bra and lace panties, "We don't have much time and if we don't resolve this then you could be really hurt."

Robin stood before me, the blonde young woman was very lean and tan, which led me to wonder if she sunbathed nude because I didn't seen a hint of tan-lines anywhere. "You're my best friend and you've been there for me so I want to be there for you." She said in a half-genuine/half-embarrassed tone, "Even if that means giving myself to you." I hesitated, she then chuckled nervously, "I love you, man. Let's just... Do what comes natural..."

She then turned around and peeled her panties off revealing a very toned ass to me, bending all the way over and exposing her beautiful flower to me before kicking the garment aside and bracing herself against the sofa, "I'm on the pill to regulate my period and I've been on it since I was a Junior- and I'm a relative virgin so don't be shy, just please let's do this okay?"

I achingly stepped over to the girl as she looked ahead, I could tell she was nervous and I was frantic at this point. Just then, this voice emanated from her that was womanly and not what I was used to hearing- but also motivated me, "Take what you need." 

This was insane, "Please don't..." I told her.

"Sorry, I'm not sure how to-"

"I'm already hard I think we've covered that." I clarified.

"Maybe I just want-" She then yelped.

"What?!" I asked, looking at her in fear my cockhead was pressing against her lips and threatening entry but I hadn't done anything just yet, "I'm not even in-"

"I know, I know-"She replied, "It's just... Really warm and I'm sorry-" She said, sounding more embarrassed, "Go on, put it in, I'm just not used to someone else touching me there is all." I slowly inserted my cock into her velvet purse, delicately and respectively not trying to hurt her..

"Robin?" I groaned as she shook,

"What's up?" She asked colloquially.

"This is my first time." I replied, "I've never had sex before..."

She paused as I slowly fed her my entire cock, never stopping until my stomach was flat against her round ass. She then moaned, "I'm honored..."

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Fuck me." She simply replied.

I pulled back and thrust into her slowly- the sensation was unlike anything that can be described. It was like a wave starting at the tip that cascaded down, into my groin and somehow cascaded out from my pelvis to every single nerve in my body. I groaned loudly and I felt as though my orgasm would come at any moment- though this was nothing new compared to the blue balls I've been enduring for almost an hour since Soledad flashed me.

"Are you-"

"NO-" I replied.

We both laughed.

Adjusting her stance, raising her ass she muttered, "Now after all that whining about Soledad, the least you can do is use some of that pent-up aggression on little old me, or are you worried that you're gonna break me in half?"

"Maybe." I replied.

She purred, "You can split me in half, I want you to leave a couple marks on me- it'll be funny a fuck to explain them to my brother-" I thrust deep into her as she buckled, "Yeah, that's the shit, baby-" She urged as I rammed her again, using the back of her sports bra like reigns on a horse as she tilted her head back, "Fuck me good babe-"

I withdrew and thrust once more- this time it caused the sofa to move up a tad and she shivered, "You know, you can do this faster right?" 

It put both hands on her hips and began thrusting inside of her, plunging into her like a drill and fucking her pussy as though my life depended on it. She gripped the pillows on the sofa which she could reach and howled in pleasure.

"I thought you said this was your first time-" She asked, panting and tossing her head back as I plowed her.

"It is-" I groaned, the orgasm building but nothing came, I then said in futility- "I can't cum-"

She moaned in response, "Keep trying..." She breathed, "Oh GOD- keep trying-"

I pulled out- she looked to me in protest as I shoved her onto the sofa back-first, achingly making my way around it and mounting her in a missionary style, she looked at me surprised.

"I need to see your face." I explained, "It'll help."

She smiled, putting a hand on my cheek lovingly as I inserted myself into her.

I looked at her black sports bra and decided it was time for it to go- I lifted it up and peeled it off of her body much to her chagrin. "Why not?" I asked.

"I have nothing there-" She muttered, but I managed to get the bra off revealing a flat chest with two, very pert, pink nipples.

"Oh I see a couple things-" I replied taking the left nipple into my mouth. I had heard a rumor that the smaller the breast the more sensitive the nipple, and Robin was living proof of that. Soledad was always lukewarm when I pleasured her- but Robin was more responsive to the nipple-play than my cock in her pussy.

"OH YES-" She screamed as I quickened my pace and she wrapped her long beautiful legs around me, "DON'T STOP-" She screamed again forcing me in deeper. 




A Friend In Need



I continued thrusting, deeper, harder, less considerate and more savagely. I HAD to cum- I NEEDED to cum- then suddenly, overcome with lust- I bit down on her nipple causing her to scream out,

"OH FUCK, OH MY...." Robin screamed, arching her back against me as though trying to merge with my body and finally breathed "GOD-" Her snatch enclosed itself around my cock and pulsated- but I kept thrusting. She suddenly began shaking and the next thing I knew she was repeating the phrase with various emphasizes like a nervous Junior High kid reciting lines for whatever sounded the best accept this was no act.

Robin rolled me off of the sofa and onto the floor, knocking me over and mounted me, it was then that I got a great look at her nude body and she looked down at me, dead serious, "You close?" She asked. Her chest was flushed and she looked more turned on after having her first orgasm than before.

I nodded in response captivated by her beautiful and flawless petite frame. She worked out, that was for sure. To think, I always thought her small frame was absolutely boyish in comparison to Soledad but I couldn't take my eyes off of her lean body and especially her chest which was indeed flat, but endearing as well. 

She mounted me and began bouncing, still recovering from her orgasm, "Don't' you need-" I began.

"You need to cum-" She commanded, bouncing on my cock and putting her hands firmly on my chest, ripping off my shirt, "You just lay back-" She panted as I removed the shirt, "I'm going to make you cum- if you don't make me do it again first- then I guess we'll keep doing this until you do-"

I let go, not saying or doing anything and letting her ride me. She was quite creative as well, beginning to rotate her hips and gyrate them as though she was belly-dancing, causing me to groan her name aloud which got a great reaction from her.

"Yeah, say my name like a good boy-" She laughed, "I like that a lot-"

She then leaned back, getting lost in her own thoughts and simply enjoying the mutual sensation- I focused on her. Her golden locks tossing about, her flat chest glistening with sweat from her eager lovemaking, and her long, smooth legs straddled around my waist as she rode my cock like a porn star. 

Perhaps just as significant, her closed-eye smile spoke volumes.

Suddenly I felt it.

"OH FU-"

"ARE YOU-" She began but suddenly let out a silent scream.

I was cumming- and it was a torrent.

"Oh....My..." Robin cooed, leaning against me as I rolled her over to her back once more and delayed my orgasm (which hurt like a son of a bitch) so that I could dispense everything I had. She was completely limp and looked to me in silence and with a profound look on her face. I began thrusting again, emptying my seed into her sweet pussy as she convulsed, but dared not to make a sound. It felt like minutes were going by and my cock was twitching and spurting even though there was nothing left to give- I was shaking and convulsing from the intense and fevered orgasm until I felt I would succumb to cardiac arrest. 

Somehow my orgasm subsided and Robin looked at me and simply uttered, "That was so amazing..."

Taking my cock out I realized that I was still hard despite that incredible orgasm. 

Not missing a beat she hungrily leapt on me, taking it into her mouth and shoving me back. "I can-" I started, feeling as though the pain had subsided.

"I want this." She told me, looking at me, determined and lustful.

I didn't blink as she worked my cock, sucking and slurping out collective juices off of it and playing with my testicles. The way she went about it was nothing less than voracious lust and sexual fire. I had no clue that the Jocks' "little" sister was such a devious cumslut but then again I realized that deep down, through all of this, not only was she willing to share herself so intimately but she was also doing me a massive favor and willing to give herself up for my sake.

I felt touched.

That aside, Robin was absolutely a prodigy with her tongue and used it to tease but also follow through with her suctioning and modest lips. I'm not sure how long it took but once again I could feel myself about to cum and I gave her fair warning. She then removed her mouth and jerked me off. 

"Cum for me babe," She chanting, "I want it everywhere-" Her eyes peered up to me and I stared back with a smile.

Snapping out of her deviant attitude, she continued jerking and gave me a warm smile. Kneeling there and in a relaxed posture, she didn't look like herself, she looked like something divine or beyond my level of comprehension and this was becoming less of a sexual thing and far more of a truly memorable experience for the both of us.

A ribbon of cum flew into the air as she ducked away in surprised, another ribbon and yet another ribbon shot into the air as I bucked around. "Oh God Robin-" I gasped. 

"Good boy," She cooed, "Let it all out, don't be ashamed-" She smiled, watching my erupting cock. Soon there was nothing left to give and my cock convulsed once more- but there was something "final" about this in which it began to recede, as in, my cock was spent.

Robin put her face to my cock again to finish the job for good measure but I stopped her. "No." I told her, "I want this right." I said.

Laying her back once more, this wasn't about the pranks, drugs, or even about the sex. This was a girl- no- a woman who was a constant throughout the tumultuous years of my high school career and in one week that wouldn't mean anything because we'd be going our separate ways- but at least, for now, it could mean everything.

"Are you still hard?" She asked softly in a concerned voice.

"Give me a minute and I will be." I told her with a smile.

Robin returned my smile, "For you, I'd wait an eternity."

I leaned in and we shared our first kiss ever.

I then found myself kissing down her chest, "Now YOU lay back-" I told her, "It's my turn to take care of you!" 

---

A week later we graduated. Word around campus is that I spent the entire night jerking off until I had to secretly be taken to a hospital to get my cock drained, I didn't dare tell anyone otherwise because I respected Robin too much.

As for graduation night- well- I didn't feel like hanging out with that crowd anymore and coincidentally all of the Jock's friends weren't too avid on baby sitting and so my fellow graduating classmate Robin and I decided to spend one last night together... Going to go see a movie, that is.

Although, I have to hand it to the Jock, he had the best prank that particular year and certainly outdid me. I had the last laugh when, almost a decade down the line, Robin introduced her family to her new fiancé. 



A Friend in Need



The loud clap of thunder followed the flash of lightening almost immediately, rattling the windows, and lighting the house fully. I awoke with a start, and looked around wondering where exactly I was. The rain was falling loudly and nothing looked familiar in the brief moment of light. My eyes adjusted as my mind cleared and I remembered I was on the couch in a friend's house. I relaxed back down on the pillow and stared up into the darkness at the ceiling I knew was up there somewhere.

I replayed the events of last night in my mind. My car had broken down in the rain almost forty miles from home. Sometimes we can be thankful for cell phones. Soon I had the auto club I'd belonged to for years finally pay back some of the dues by sending a wrecker in my direction. As I sat there watching the flashers illuminate my dash over and over again, I called home to break the good news. No, I didn't need a ride home, I'd have the wrecker drop me off at a motel on the way I knew we'd take to the local dealership. Since I was on business, the hotel was on my expense account, and I'd work a day off anyway. I didn't even flip the phone closed after that call, but immediately speed dialed both my boss's number, and then my assistant's, leaving word of my plight on their respective voice mails, and letting them know I'd call them up in the morning and see them the following day.

Having covered all the bases, I sat back to await the orange emergency lights of the tow truck. The rain was getting heavy. Earlier, I'd heard the weatherman say there were severe thunderstorms and bands of rain on tap for the entire night and most of tomorrow. I looked at my watch. Almost nine. Putting my hands on the wheel I sat back and sighed. Damn I hate motels.

Wait a minute! I remembered we had some friends that lived not too far from the side of the road I was on. We hadn't crossed paths in a couple of years, but quite awhile ago not long after they were married, we'd helped them out with fixing up their (then) new house, and I'd managed to pull a few strings at the bank and get some "little details" smoothed over that was holding up their mortgage. Even so, their closing was delayed a few days beyond their lease being up, so they stored their stuff in a co-worker's garage, and bunked with us. Turn-about is fair play they say, and soon I'd found their number through directory assistance (another $1.50 plus tax on my cell phone bill). 

In a few minutes I found to my relief that they were happy to help and to catch up a bit, and that they'd be waiting for me at the dealership to take me home for the night. There'd even be some supper ready and waiting since their crock-pot was still half full of chili that hadn't cooled down enough for the fridge when I'd called. They'd just turn it back on when they hung up.

I smiled. No use to call home, I'd bring the news home with me in the morning. Plus I get to see Gail again. I'd dated her in high school a few times, even got a good night kiss once, before she met Gene. I'd always kidded them that I just couldn't compete with his name since it made for easy initials on their towels. My interests soon turned elsewhere, so I couldn't accuse her of a broken heart. But she was a good kisser. The sound of the wrecker broke my thoughts.

Soon I was sitting at "the G's" kitchen table and catching up on kids, grandkids, funerals and hospital stays. We spent quite awhile talking over an empty chili bowl, half a package of saltines and three ever-full glasses of ice tea. Gene looked at the clock on the range and announced he just had to get to bed since he'd be up at four-thirty to get ready for work. I apologized for keeping them up past midnight, and after he assured me that it was no problem, he headed back towards the bedroom. Soon I was all fixed up on the big comfy couch in the three-season room off the kitchen. 

As the house shut down, I relaxed as another wave of heavy rain hit. I love the sound of it, and here in this enclosed porch it was exceptionally nice. I smiled. 

Gail had indeed remained very attractive. Motherhood and the years had changed features and dress sizes, but her eyes still sparkled and her curves were still soft and inviting. 

We hadn't kept up with them, and the conversation had revealed Gene had gone through a (successful) cancer encounter a couple of years back. We didn't' go into details, but I wondered if he'd been "put out of commission" in the intimacy department. Not that I would even want details, but it's a male thing (at least a middle-aged male thing) to shudder at that possibility. Mentally I made a note to schedule a visit to the doctor for that "fun" examination. Approaching fifty, I needed to just make it an annual event. 

I drifted off to sleep wondering if the pretty lady was still enjoying the good lovin' she'd dumped me for so long ago. 

The rain was still falling and the storm was overhead when the sound of a loud thunderclap woke me with a start. I looked at my watch, my eyes adjusting enough to make out the fuzzy glowing hands. After four as best I could make out, and I was in too comfortable a position to move to find my glasses and make sure. I was almost back to sleep when I heard the buzz of an alarm down the hall, and lights begin to come on. They'd told me to just sleep in, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be sound asleep when the lights came on in the kitchen. 

I was in a good position to see over into it, or at least a portion of it, so I opened my eyes just enough to see what was going on. I could get up, but we'd caught up on all the news last night. It's funny how when you re-connect with old friends who've you've not been overly close with how little you still have in common. Old news and new news is soon exchanged, and conversation then seems harder to make than it's worth.

Gail was putting on the coffee. She'd not gone back to work after she'd been laid off at the down-sizing of the insurance company she'd been at since they'd married. I smiled. It's not every lady who'd get up to see her hubby off to work this early. As the coffee brewed, she put a bowl and box of cereal on the table. She poured herself a cup of coffee and I saw her coming my way. 

I closed my eyes almost fully, open just enough to make out her silhouette in the doorway by the kitchen light. She just stood there, looking at me. She was still in her pajamas, nice silky ones but far from lingerie-grade, white top, blue bottoms. She sipped her coffee and just looked. It seemed like almost two or three full minutes. The sound of the bathroom door in the hall turned her head quickly, and she almost ran back to the kitchen, getting to the table just as he entered the room. 

I rolled back on the pillow and wondered what in the world she was thinking. Probably calculating the extra laundry I'd just created. The sound of whispers told me they were trying to keep the volume down so I'd not wake up. I was still sleepy, and was drifting back to sleep with the hypnotic sound of rain all around me when I heard the door close and the car start. The kitchen light went out and I resumed my search for a little more sleep. 

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room again, this time with several seconds separating it from the roll of thunder. My eyes opened enough to see her standing there again, this time with no coffee cup and leaning against the doorway. 

She knew the noise might have awakened me, so she whispered, "Steve."

I chose not to respond right away. Like any other male, we learned early how to fake sleep well (it's hard for us to "fake" some other things most females have learned to do). 

"Hey you," she whispered a little louder. 

I didn't move. Then she just stood there. It was still an hour or so until daybreak, so the darkness filled the room. Still I didn't hear her move away.

I couldn't help but be wide-awake now, and I wondered what in the world she was thinking. As I lay there a thought came to me. Maybe she's thinking something naughty. I smiled in the darkness at that idea, but soon dismissed it. No way. An idea came. Since I hadn't come prepared for an overnight visit, I hadn't brought any sleep pants or robe. So I rolled a bit, kicking the blanket off, just to see if she ran away in horror.

Gail didn't move. 

I stretched out and began to get a lot more self-conscious than I'd thought I would when the dumb idea first crossed my mind. She just seemed to stand there. What is she thinking? I felt myself beginning to blush as the rain continued falling. 

I was about to act as if I was waking up so she'd slip away to avoid an embarrassing moment when I heard her slip slowly into the room, stepping carefully down the ledge onto the ceramic tile. I remained motionless, but risked a bit of a wider peek. She was moving very slowly, and stopped right by the couch. I felt my heart begin to beat faster as she knelt down beside me. I'm glad I hadn't opened my eyes more when I saw her look at my face, obviously wanting to make sure I was still asleep. As I looked at her pretty face in the dim light, I fought off the tingle that I was beginning to feel down below. 

Slowly Gail turned her head toward my loose boxers and I saw her hand slowly, hesitatingly reach toward me. She glanced quickly at my face and I fought to keep my breathing slow and sleep-like. Her fingertips touched my leg and slowly, lightly, I felt them slip under the leg of my shorts and lightly touch my now semi-hard member. I could feel her tremble transmitted through her touch. 

Slowly, gently, she let her fingertips slip around it with a very light grip. I couldn't fight the sensation any longer, and I felt the blood rushing in and swelling it. A low, barely audible moan mixed with the raindrops. Within moments I felt myself rock hard. She froze as I, still acting as if asleep, stretched and rolled as if in a dream, moving my leg over just enough to provide the lady a bit more access.

I saw her look at my face intently, not releasing her grip, but otherwise holding herself very still. Thunder rolled in the distance, and far off lightning on the horizon flickered faint light over the scene. 

Carefully, she reached up with her free hand and softly tugged at my shorts. Fortunately, I hadn't wrapped up in them, and she pulled them up and over, fully freeing her fist and its contents. I felt her begin to relax and to risk a soft stroke or two. As if dreaming I moved a bit under her touch. Still watching, I risked opening my eyes wider in the darkness just as I saw her pretty soft hair begin to move downward. I took a breath as slowly as I could as I felt her soft, moist lips just barely kiss the very tip, the ring of her thumb and forefinger now down around the base of my stiff member. Another kiss, and then I felt the very tip of her tongue slowly, very lightly, circle the tip as she let her fingers slowly slip up my shaft and back down again. She moved her head around, and looking up at my face let her tongue slowly slip down the underside of my shaft. The lady has to know I'm awake I thought, but I wasn't going to make a move now that would stop her.

Slowly she licked back up as her soft hands slipped down and she cupped my full balls, massaging them nicely. I saw her reach up and slip her fingers through her hair on my side back behind her ear, more to give me a good look than to get it out of her way I thought. I watched as she licked her lips just an inch or so above my swollen head, and then opening her pretty mouth she slowly slipped down, letting me feel the warmth as she slowly kept going down, taking me all, her nose stopping in my own curls. Then slowly back up.

I couldn't resist any more. Slowly I let my hand lift and my fingertips find the lady's soft hair. I felt her softly coo knowing I was now awake and fully engaged in the moment. Slowly she pulled up, and let my cock slip from her mouth with a little "plop". 

Looking up at me she smiled.

"It's been so long, hon. I can't help my...."

"Shhhhhhh," I whispered, "come up here."

Taking her arm I gently pulled her up toward me. Willingly she responded and soon her pretty face was just above mine. I touched her cheek lightly with the tip of my finger.

"Good morning, Gail," I whispered.

"Mmmmmmm. Good morning sweet man."

My hand slipped behind her pretty head and I pulled her close, my lips finding her warm, moist and open mouth. I could taste a hint of myself on them as our mouths instinctively began moving together, and her hungry tongue slipped between my lips to accept the twirling of my own around it.

A brief lightning flash lit the moment, and the far off thunder followed presently. But it's the storm brewing on this couch that will soon drown out the rain still steadily hitting the window above us...



A Friend In Need



It wasn't what I wanted to do on a Friday night, but I knew that I had to. Not because Joann and I were best friends, but because she had been there for me more than once when I needed some support.

See, Joann and her fiancée had broken up on Tuesday and I hadn't seen her out jogging -or doing anything else for that matter- since. I know that for me after a few days of crying alone I always need someone to talk to. It feels so much better to let things out.

So after work I drove the long way through our apartment complex to make sure that her car was there then headed over to my place.

I checked my snail mail, voice mail and finally my e-mail then sat down to an ever impatient Maceo. He's my cat. And he thinks what he says goes. Though that is not how I see it. He does get a good scritchin' everyday after guarding the apartment we share. He also gets free room and board. It's a costly service indeed.

Finally, everything else has been tended to. It's my turn now. I do love Friday nights. Although normally after some "me time" I go out with my friends for karaoke, drinking and dancing. Not always in that order. I grin happily at that thought, for the last two years of singledom have been truly wonderful. After hanging up my jacket and skirt it is possibly the single greatest moment of any day. Time to take off these God damned pantyhose! Don't get me wrong, they serve their purpose well, but God how I hate them! Anyway, next is the shirt, bra (thank God again!) and finally my panties.

Mmmmm, I do still turn myself on looking at me in the mirror. Draw a hot bath with lavender and proceed to soak the week away getting ready for another ruckus night of...oh shit! I already committed myself to checking in on Joann. Looks like there are going to be at least two of us not hooking up tonight. Sigh.

Throw on some decent sweat pants (Pink!) and a wife beater for some serious relaxin' with a friend in need.

Feed Maceo, turn on a get home late night light and grab a box of Rocks out of the 'fridge. A girl should always have some beers in the 'fridge. You never know when an emergency such as Joann's is going to arrive.

Time to hit the road! Grab my keys and beer and away I go. I follow the sidewalks until six buildings later, up the stairs to the third floor. (I must be on the top row!)

 I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear feet padding my way and then the jangle of security locks retracting into their holes. Slowly the door opened and after what seemed like forever out came Joann's head.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail sticking through the back of a ball cap. She had a cotton tank top on and a pair of flannel jammie pants. A pair of fuzzy pink slippers finished out her wardrobe. Her eyes were puffy and she had no makeup, but she still looked beautiful.

"Hi."

"I thought you might like a little company so I brought 12 of my friends over," I said showing her the 12-pack. "You want someone to hang with?"

"Uh, yeah, I...I mean sure come on in," she said. "Sorry. Been thinking to much this week, I thought you sang and danced on Friday nights?"

"Well, not when my jogging partner has stood me up three nights in a row!" I smiled as we walked towards the kitchen. The apartment wasn't a total wreck. That seemed like a good sign. She hadn't fallen off a cliff at least.

"I know. I'm sorry I haven't even called since Tuesday. I've barely got any work done and I just haven't had the desire to even move. Oh God look at me I'm a wreck!"

"Hey, don't worry about it. You look great," I said, and she did.

We are about the same height -about 5'8"- but she is much more curvaceous than I am. That wouldn't make me so jealous if she didn't wear it in all the right places! Sigh.

"Oh cut the shit. I'm a mess," she laughed.

I laughed with her as I put the beer in the 'fridge and spied a couple of nice bottles of wine.

"Hey, where is our phone? I'm gonna order us some pizza to go with your wine and my beer."

"You didn't even bring your phone? Jesus, Jen, you don't even jog without your cell phone," she said. "I didn't know you could detach yourself from it!"

"Yeah, well, tonight, dear Jo, it's just you and me, a pizza delivery guy and some alcohol," I laughed.

She laughed too. It was a wonderfully musical sound that filled any room. The relief on her face was obvious at the at least temporary distraction.

"So what is the plan for tonight," I asked.

"Oh I was gonna watch football. I graduated from Western and they are playing Central State tonight," she said. "That's why I have on the Western hat and matching pants."

"I see. So you aren't opposed to a little tailgate party with me?" I'm a huge football fan so this might be better than I originally thought.

"Oh God no! I am so happy you showed up. The thought of being alone another night was threatening to throw me right back in my hole," she replied.

I smiled.

By the time the pizza arrived we'd finished a bottle of wine and started the other one. We'd seen all the SportsCenter we could stand and were waiting rather impatiently for the kickoff of the game.

"Jen, are you trying to get me drunk," Joann asked me playfully.

"Nope," I said grinning, "I believe I already have!"

We both laughed like it was the funniest thing we had ever heard.



At the opening kickoff I reached down to the coffee table for another slice of pizza only to find the box was empty.

"God, Joann, we ate the whole fucking thing already," I exclaimed.

"Oh shit, we're a couple of pigs! Look," she giggled, "we're all out of wine too. You want a beer?"

"Yup, I'm ready."

Joann came back into he living room with a couple of open Rolling Rocks and sat on the couch with me. We were at opposite ends when she pulled a blanket off the back. We both stretched out to get comfy with my legs behind hers. By the time we finally got settled Central State had scored a touchdown.

"Shit," she yelled.

"Easy there, girlfriend, the game just started."

She giggled. "I know but I hate losing to Central. We only ever beat them once the whole time I was at Western and that was my freshman year."

As the game progressed towards halftime we yelled at the refs, coaches and players. Occasionally making beer runs to the kitchen and commercial breaks trips to the bathroom. When the halftime whistle blew I figured it was time to get Joann to open up.

I looked at her.

"So how ya been, Jo," I asked.

She sat up in the middle of the couch with a sigh. She reached for the empty beer bottles on the coffee table and began to rise.

"Jo, I'm serious. As much fun as this is to watch the game, I really came over here to make sure you're okay."

She returned a couple of minutes later with more beer and sat down next to me.

"I'm okay, Jen," she said, "I think both of us knew this was coming. It just hurts for a while when it happens, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know."

I set my beer down and put an arm around her shoulders to give her a squeeze. She put her head on my shoulder and sighed again.

"I mean we were just totally not compatible for a long lasting relationship," she said. "Sometimes I just want to be wild and spontaneous. Shit, that's why I chose a career where I could work from home. I just want to do what I feel like when I feel like it. His rigorous scheduling was such a drag." She sniffled and I felt a tear fall to my shoulder.

"I wish there was something I could do, Jojo," I said.

She looked up straight into my eyes and said, "you already have, Jen. Ever since I moved here I've been trying to get my life set up so I could hang out with good friends and here you are!"

I wrapped my other arm around her front and held her. She laid her head on my left breast and there we sat for what seemed like forever.

As the second half started I could hear Joann blowing her nose in the bathroom. She walked past the living room to grab us a couple more beers.

I screamed.

"What is it," she asked, running into the room with a look of fear on her face.

"Your guy from Western just ran back for a touchdown on the kickoff," I said.

"Jesus Christ, Jen, if I hadn't just peed I think I would have wet my pants! You scared the hell out of me."

We laughed till we were both crying. We were both drunk.

As Joann sat down I put my arms back around her. She gave me a look with a twinkle in her eyes then rested her head back on my breast. Her hands rested on my thigh.

The game rolled along and it became obvious that Central State couldn't keep up with Westerns passing game and it slowly became a rout.

I finally got for more beer as the clock was winding down on the game.

"Last call," I shouted from the kitchen.

"What?"

"Last call, these are the last two beers. And it's raining to beat the band outside," I replied.

"Well, Jen, my dear, it would seem that we're going to have a slumber party then."

"Huh," I asked sitting down.

I handed her a beer and this time she laid her head down in my lap. Laying on the couch. Not having anything to do with my hands I began running them through Joann's hair.

"Mmmmm, I'll give you forever to stop that," she laughed. "And you're not walking home in this rain anyway."

"What? And why is that," I asked.

She rolled onto her back to look up at me.

"God, Jen, you're nearly naked. You are not walking home in this rain," she said laughing again.

"I am not nearly naked," I protested.

"Shit, J, your nipples have been staring at me all night," she replied and reached up to tweak my left nipple. Causing my whole body to spasm.

That started our drunken laugher all over again. We laughed then giggled then laughed some more.

When our laughter subsided after a few minutes we looked into each others eyes. Instantly, as if rehearsed, we both put our hands behind the others head and pulled forward until our lips touched.

We stayed that way. Neither of us moving. I closed my eyes. The softness of her lips was electrifying. Never before had I kissed a girl like this. I hadn't even entertained the thought, at least that I could remember. But, here I was holding my running partners head with our lips together. Her hair was soft. Her breath, smelling of beer and her very essence, gently enveloping my face.

The seconds dragged on like hours. Eventually out lips left their tender embrace and we relaxed our hold on each other. She stared up at me and I would swear she saw my soul in that instant.

"Wow," we both whispered at the same time. We shared a smile.

The stare lingered until she finally rolled back onto her side. She grabbed the remote and quietly flipped through the channels.

I moved my left hand to her side while my right hand continued to comb through her hair. I could feel her heart racing through her rib cage. Of course I had to admit my heart was quite a flutter at that particular moment too.

"You wanna watch a movie," she whispered, breathlessly.

Not trusting my voice I simply answered, "sure."

I don't remember the movie. For that matter I don't remember falling asleep. But when I opened my eyes Joann was on her back again looking at me and smiling. By now though, my hand was on her breast and I could feel her hard nipple poking through her cotton tank.

"I'm sorry, Jo, I must have drifted off," I said.

"'S'okay," she whispered sleepily, huskily, "I did too, J."

"I like that. When you call me 'J', I mean."

"I like it too, J," she quietly laughed. "Let's go to bed. It's pretty late."

Up to that point I still hadn't removed my hand from her breast. Honestly, I really liked the feeling of her hard nipple on my fingers.

"Are you going to let me up," she questioned, batting her eyes at me.

"Oh...sorry."

I reluctantly removed my hand to let her up. She slowly sat up but I must have been slower because before I even got my hand back to my lap it was in her hand.

She kept a hold of my hand and led me to her bedroom. Her floor plan was the same as mine so it wasn't necessary but I wasn't going to argue.

I watched her butt sashay down the hallway and replayed the kiss and resulting electricity of earlier.

She told me there was a spare toothbrush in the hall closet as she let go of my hand and headed for her bedroom.

I grabbed the toothbrush and turned off her hallway light before heading for her bedroom. I entered and looked around. There was a light on by what I presumed was her side of the bed but otherwise it was fairly dark.

The bed was huge. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if we would need that much space.

While trying to figure out where these feelings were coming from Joann walked out of the bathroom.

"It's all yours," she said with a twisted smile and that gleam back in her eyes.

I went in and did my business then brushed my teeth. I stared at myself in the mirror a few minutes and sighed. I wasn't exactly sure what was going to come next.

"Hey, I don't have any jammies," I said leaving the bathroom for Joann's bedroom.

She was standing on the other side of the bed. I noticed several candles had been lit and that she had turned her bed side light out.

"That's okay," she said, "I don't have any jammies either."

she pulled her tank top up slowly. I stared in amazement at her bold move and her perfect tits. They looked to be about a 34c and they defied any law of gravity that I had ever learned in school. Sos much so that my first thought was that they must be fake.

As I mulled this over and took in here nipples -which were surrounded by perfectly proportioned aureoles- that appeared to be about the size of the tip of my pinkie.

I shook all of my thoughts away to see a totally wicked grin on her face.

"It's your turn," she said.

My nipples were so hard that they hurt but when she said that I felt my insides melt to a level of wetness I hadn't known in a very ling time.

I just stared with my mouth open. My hands were shaking visibly. What's going on here I thought. Never before had I had these feeling, these electrifying sensations.

Knowing full well that I'm a strong confident woman, I suddenly felt like a helplessly lost little school girl. What is going on I thought to myself for the second time.

She edged around the bed slowly. Our eyes never leaving each other. As she got to me I could feel her nipples press against mine through my shirt. She leaned in until we were cheek to cheek and I could feel her hot breath in my ear.

"Would you like a hand," she whispered sexily in my ear.

My mind was racing a million miles an hour. I hadn't felt like this in years. Maybe never. I couldn't remember. Hell, I couldn't think or even speak at that moment.

I leaned my chin in to her shoulder and nodded. I got a barely audible "mmm-hmmm" out and felt her hands move to my shirt.

When she lifted my shirt I pulled my head off of her shoulder and raised my arms so that Joann could remove my shirt the rest of the way.

She let the shirt slide out of her right hand as I lowered my arms. In the process my nipples brushed hers and my body was racked with another uncontrollable spasm.

Joann took a step back and we stared into each others eyes and smiled.

With a lot of sexual tension in the room we leaned into each other for another kiss. My insides boiled with passion as I closed my eyes. There we stood in each others arms. Kissing. Exploring each others mouths with our tongues. Never in my life had a kiss contained so much passion or desire or pure raw (somewhat controlled) lust.

When she pulled away from the kiss it hurt. Almost as much as the feelings inside of me were hurting at that moment.

Joann slid her thumbs into the waist band of her pants and slowly slid them down her perfectly toned and tanned legs. Even as she bent down her eyes never left mine.

When she stood up again my eyes slowly drifted down.

Her long, dark brown hair draped over the front of her shoulders. It curled inwards just under those perfectly shaped tits. Again I wondered if they were real. Her nipples had obviously swollen even more than they had been.

Her belly was beautiful. Not sculpted to a six pack. Just smooth skin with just the slightest hint of curvature. And peach fuzz so subtle it blended perfectly with her dark complected skin.

My eyes wandered lower to see a vertical bar of very short hair leading down to the top of her pussy. The rest had been waxed of lasered as it was so perfectly sculpted.

I stopped at her pussy lips. They were very swollen. To the point that most people would call them a camel toe. I couldn't tell if that was natural or had something to do with our current situation. But I did know that it had to be the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

Her hips flared out to help create that curvaceous booty that most guys (and now myself) love.

Joann's legs were long and deliciously smooth. They rested atop proportioned feet that ended with pedicured toes. The nails of which were white with pink polka dots and pink and yellow flowers.

Before me stood the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

My eyes ever so slowly drifted back up lingering on her pussy, then her tits and finally her eyes.

I don't know how long this exchange took but it seemed as if an eternity had passed.

I crossed my arms up to my shoulders. Joann raised her eyebrows. I took a deep breath and slowly moved my hands down. I crossed the line of my collar bone to my 32b tits. I stopped briefly at my nipples. My tits sag a little but it makes my nipples point up when they are excited. Let me tell you at this time I was definitely excited. I'd never felt them this swollen before. Even in my own bed with my own toys and fantasies! This was a whole new level.

As much as I wanted to stay and play I knew Joann was wanting something more. If the truth were to be told so did I! Besides, I thought, I'm here for her.

I laughed at myself and continued my exploration of my body. My hands uncrossed on my belly. While it wasn't quite as great as Joannes it was still relatively fit and I wasn't ashamed to show it off.

I hooked a thumb into each side of my sweats (pink!) and mimicked the process Joann had done before me. 

I rose to stand before Joann unashamed and totally on fire. Like I said before, Joann is curvier than me but I am a confident woman and I know I look pretty damn good!

As I stood there in all my glory Joann took her time to appraise me much as I had done to her moments before.

By now we had sobered from the alcohol somewhat but I was now drunk from passion and the sexual tension that now filled the room. I believe Joann felt the same.

We both moved slightly to the right for another embrace. Tilting my head right we kissed again. Both of us gasping a bit as our thighs slid up against the others pussy.

Grinding commenced and I could feel myself leaking out on Joann's leg. I soon noticed the same from her.

She nudged me toward the bed where we laid down side by side. Our hands began to explore each others bodies.

Joann nibbled on my ear before going down to my neck. Her hands were everywhere except where I wanted them to be. My nipples and my pussy were so on fire I felt like I was going to explode but she moved her hands everywhere but those two spots.

My pussy was soaking wet inside and out. I knew I needed more. A lot more! So I rolled onto my back pulling Joann up and over me.

She put one leg between mine as I propped my leg up between hers. We began to grind again as we kissed. There was much more raw lust in the air now.

I was about to come. That much I knew. So I raised my butt up off the bed to rub my clit against Joann's leg.

Overcome with a rush of heat throughout my chest I felt my inside gush with a renewed wetness. My insides spasmed as I was overcome with an orgasm that just wouldn't quit.




A Friend In Need



In an effort to regain some of my composure I started to pull away from Joann's kiss but in that moment I felt her teeth bite my lower lip and her thighs squeeze my leg. Her whole body tensed as she too was overwhelmed by an earth shattering climax.

A few minutes later she rolled off of me onto her back. We were both panting like chain smokers in a marathon.

With a final twitch and a deep breath I finally felt like I had my wits about me. I rolled my head over to look at her. She was staring at the ceiling still breathing heavily. Finally, she looked at me and smiled.

"What was that," I asked.

"That was fucking awesome!" she said finally catching her breath.

We both grinned and laughed at that. Slowly we managed to crawl towards the pillows and find our way under the blankets of Joann's ginormous bed. As I suspected we were a tiny island in the ocean.

I lay on my back with Joann to my right. She was on her side facing me. She wrapped her arms around me and threw her leg between mine. I could feel her short thatch of pussy hair tickling my thigh. The fingers of her right hand slowly circled my left nipple. Something told me we weren't quite done for the night.

I told her I'd never done anything like that before.

"Shhhh," was her reply.

I told her I'd never felt anything like that before.

"Shhhh," she said again.

I opened my mouth to say more and she shushed me again by planting her lips on mine and kissing me fiercely.

Joann climbed over me again. This time, though, she began kissing her way down to my tits. She swirled her tongue around my taut nipple and I raised a hand to play with the other. She quickly grabbed my hand and moved it away. Moving her head back and forth she expertly brought me to orgasm again by nibbling, biting and licking my rock hard nipples. Her hair was tickling the sides of my tits. Each single hair sending electrical pulses throughout my body. I could feel her nipples on my belly doing more of the same.

Eventually, her kisses started to go lower. She worked my belly over with her tickling hair and sensuous bee stung lips. All of a sudden I was thankful for my most recent bikini waxing. I kept my legs waxed and everything else trimmed tight but not bald like Joannes.

Joann began kissing my inner thighs. I was still soaking wet all over. She kissed and licked my lips. Teasing me all the way to madness once again. I felt her hot breath on my clit and I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

"Uh," I groaned and attacked her mouth with my boiling over pussy.

She buried her tongue inside me as deeply as she could and my hands immediately went to the back of her head. Pulling her into me impossibly far. This caused her teeth to rake my clitty sending me back into orbit all over again.

I've never been one to like it to rough, but tonight I didn't think I even knew what "to rough" was.

Joann was lapping at my juices all up and down my soaked slit. When she was satisfied with her work she began working over my clit again. I felt two fingers snake their way into my pussy and wondered how much more of this madness I could take. I took two fistfuls of her hair and gently pulled her tighter against me. She released a soft animal-like moan. The vibrations resonated through my clit. My pussy opened up to accept another finger as Joann continued to lick me on the outside.

I was out of my mind. I spread my legs even wider and demanded that she put more fingers in my pussy. She pulled away for just a second then spit all over her hand and my pussy lips.

"Awwwwww fuuuuuck," I cried. My eyes shot open wide and I looked down to see her whole hand buried inside me.

"Oh shit, Jo, fuck me now!"

slowly, she started to pump me with her fist. Never had anything ever hurt so bad and felt so good all at the same time. This continued for a while and her tongue returned to my hard clit with her lips and teeth helping out. I was going nuts.

Near tears from hyper-sensitivity I let Jo know that I was going to come again. By the time the words left my mouth my pussy was clamping down on Joann's wrist. Every muscle in my body tensed. I started to squirt. I thought that was a myth but here I was squirting on my friends arm. And soon enough into her mouth. It wasn't a lot like in the movies but I know I wasn't peeing.

When my pussy finally relaxed enough Joann removed her hand. She slid up my body and gave me a kiss. Spitting my come in my mouth so that I could taste it too.

My body was a wet quivering mess. No one had ever left me as genuinely satisfied as Joann did at that moment. I knew I had to repay the favor but as I regained some control for the second time that night I heard the heavy breathing of sleep in my ear. Joann had had all she could for now.

I lay there alone in my mind. Sexually satisfied as I had never been before still wondering why and how this had happened.

I awoke sometime later with a start. Confused about the dream I'd just had I opened my eyes to see five candles burning low around me. Then I heard a feminine snore to my side and realized it hadn't been a dream.

I rolled up to my side causing Joann to slide to her back. A smile crossed her lips as she sighed and continued to dream away.

Quietly, I slid the covers back and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Tiptoeing to the bathroom I could feel a dull roar between my legs. Squatting on the toilet every detail of what had transpired earlier came rushing back.

Instantly I was feeling very awake and very aroused all over again. I finished peeing, wiped my sore/sensitive pussy and looked at myself in the mirror.

Maybe it was the softness of Joann's bathroom night light but I swear to God I was glowing. Giggling at myself I figured it was probably best to enjoy the moment and not dwell to much.

I tiptoed back into the bedroom and around the bed to blow out the candles scattered around the room.

The room was softly lit by the moonlight coming through the shades in the rooms sliding door that led to the balcony.

Crawling back into bed as quietly as I could I lay on my side to admire Joann's profile in the moonlight. It's funny how reflecting on an earlier sexual encounter can get you so heated up all over.

I propped my head up on my hand wrapped my arm around Joann just like she had done earlier.

Her nipple wasn't hard when my hand arrived but it didn't take long to get that way. I was amazed at how big and hard it got under my touch. I was also amazed at how right and good it felt under my touch.

I moved to her other tit and repeated my little experiment when Joann's eyes opened. She tried to stifle a laugh which only made it sound more like a snort.

"Hi there stranger," she said. "Do I know you?"

"Intimately," I laughed back.

"Well in that case I'm glad you're here." she was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh really, and why is that," I asked.

"'Cause I'm so fucking horny right now I'm about to explode."

I leaned in to kiss her. All I could smell was her very sexy essence and my sex. Her face must have been covered with my juices from our last session.

"Me too," I whispered breathlessly.

Covering her face with kisses I moved to her ear and nibbled tenderly on her lobe.

"I believe you seduced me, Jo," I whispered huskily, "and now I'm going to return the favor."

I grinned wickedly as she moaned and rolled her head to the side.

I planted the meat of my thigh right between her legs so she could grind her pussy on me. I kissed her shoulders and her neck lovingly. She was grinding a slow circle on my leg. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and she returned the kiss passionately.

Slowly I worked my lips down to the valley between her tits. They rose up on either side of me perfectly. I climbed one of those perfect mountains and worked her nipple with my mouth.

I've always loved to have my nipples sucked. It always takes me right up to the edge of climax but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine how good it could feel from the other side. No wonder guys go straight for my tits. Now that I know I guess I can't blame them anymore.

That soft tit and hard nipple felt like it was meant to be in my mouth!

Moaning, Joann told me not to stop. She grabbed my hand and moved it to her little thatch of hair. I took it from there knowing full well what she was wanting. Needing.

Her pussy was sloppy wet. Working two fingers inside her and my thumb diddling her clit I continued to suck on her tits. I could feel her insides squeezing my fingers as she moaned louder and louder.

"God, J, you're making me come already!" She started to thrash back and forth on the bed.

"Oh oh oh oh," she howled.

I could feel her spasms and figured I better keep up. After what she did for me I owed her at least that much.

Her belly twitched every time my lips touched her. I gave her my wet fingers to suck on. I know she thought I was going to go straight for her muff but I had other plans.

I turned on her bedside light to get a better view of the action. Her feet were incredibly sexy and I knew I had to have them. Throwing back the covers I raised to my knees lifting and spreading her legs so I could look down the barrel between them.

What I saw as I kissed her feet was simply stunning. First of all her feet were fantastic. But her pussy was nirvana! Never before had I seen anything like that. At least not from that angle. Her lips were puffy and wrinkly. And her inner lips were peaking out glistening in the light from her juices.

I was starting to get frantic as I wanted to be all over her all at once. I knew I couldn't and it seemed like I might have a panic attack. God, I wanted to eat her so bad but if I didn't suck her toes now she might not let me later. And what about those heaving tits and rock hard nipples? What's a girl to do?

I looked to her face and almost laughed at the look of astonishment she showed me. That decided it then. I stared straight into her eyes and licked between her first two toes. Her whole body shuddered and I thought she might come then and there. Somehow she managed to hold it together so I reclined back to lean against a bed post bringing her delectable foot with me. I put her second toe into my mouth and began to suck her off as I slid my foot between her legs.

Her face was a mix of sexual agony and ecstasy all at the same time. Touching her clit with my big toe sent her over the edge.

She closed her eyes and started to scream. I kept sucking and toeing her and she kept coming. She pulled a pillow over her head and really just let go. Maybe fall apart is a better term.

Joann started to sob hysterically. She moved the pillow and a fountain of tears erupted from her eyes and obscenities from her mouth.

Concerned now I asked her if she was okay.

"Okay? Holy fuck, J, I've never creamed like that before," she sobbed.

I moved and saw that she was indeed coming right down the crack of her ass. I leaned forward deciding it was time to taste a womans come that wasn't my own. Putting my tongue between her ass cheeks my forehead rested on her little patch of hair. I felt the wrinkles of her pucker involuntarily try to pull my tongue into her ass but I wanted her cream so I slowly slid my tongue up her crack to her dripping pussy. As my nose passed through her slit I inhaled deeply. The tip of my nose bumped her clit and she spasmed again.

Finally, my tongue was in her pussy. I had made it to the promised land. I drank her in. swabbing her pussy with my tongue.

Joann was spent. She grabbed my head and pulled me up for another electrifying kiss.

I reflected on my earlier thought of "at least two of us not getting lucky tonight," smiled and drifted off to sleep.

We woke up the next morning still in each others arms.



A Friend in Need



I lurched into my dorm room and sat heavily on my bed. Natalie looked up from her studying, and raised an eyebrow. We had only been in school for three weeks, but living together 24/7 we had already bonded as friends. She knew I was upset.

"You're back early, Emma," Natalie commented. "It's not even midnight. Did Jimmy get drunk?"

"Yeah, but that's not why I left."

She waited.

"He wanted to go all the way."

"Hey, sounds juicy! I want to hear all the details."

Natalie knew that I was a virgin, and that I wasn't looking to change that anytime soon. Until last year, I had been the heavyset girl with braces and bad skin. Then miraculously I grew three inches, which helped me shed the weight. The braces came off and my skin cleared up. Just as the boys were beginning to notice, I graduated. I had a summer fling that involved a lot of kissing and groping, but I was too afraid to take it further. Now that I was in college, I wasn't trying to hold onto my virginity for its own sake, but Jimmy and I had only been seeing each other for a week. I wasn't ready to have sex, but he was.

"We were kissing and kind of fooling around," I said. "We were also drinking wine."

"Hey, at least it wasn't beer. I hate beer breath."

"He was playing with my boobs and running his hands all over me. It felt really good. I was tipsy and a bit dizzy, so we lay down.

"His hands were under my skirt, all over my legs and ass. The next thing I knew, panties were gone. Between the kissing and the wine, I never even felt him take them off."

I pulled my panties from my pocket and tossed them in the hamper. They were damp and smelly, and I just couldn't put them back on. Natalie just giggled.

"So you walked back here commando style! It's a good thing it wasn't windy. With that skirt you would have flashed half the campus."

"I was careful," I said. "What scared me was how it felt, Natalie. My skin was on fire. My head was pounding, and not just from the wine. When he put his finger in me, I couldn't help myself. I actually moaned. I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. God, I'm still worked up. I've never felt like that before.

"Next thing I know his pants are around his knees and he's crawling between my legs. I panicked. I just pushed him off and ran out. He kept calling my name, but I was too scared and embarrassed to turn back."

Natalie came over and sat next to me. I flopped back on the bed, still feeling woozy from the alcohol, my pulse still racing from Jimmy's touch. She gently brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. I pulled my feet up onto the bed so I could lie straight, my knees bent, slightly parted, and pointing to the ceiling.

"God, I wanted to do it so badly, Natalie," I cried, bursting into tears. "But I'm just afraid. My body was screaming yes, but my head was saying no."

"Shhh. Its okay, Emma," she murmured, still stroking my face.

I pulled my arm over my eyes, partially hiding my face. I could still feel the wine. The room was spinning again and I didn't want to look. I remembered his fingers as they rolled my nipples. God that had gotten me damp! His hands under my skirt, stroking the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thighs inflamed my senses. Somehow they seemed softer and gentler in my mind.

I let out a ragged sigh and squirmed on the bed. His hands. I could still feel his hands spreading my knees wide, caressing the backs of my thighs right up to my ass cheeks, and then moving to stroke the insides of my thighs, mere inches from my swollen, heated pussy. Through my half drunken fog the memory was slower and more gentle than the reality had been. But it didn't matter. My senses were inflamed; my skin was on fire once again. If he were to burst into the room right now, I would probably let him do anything he wanted.

In my head his finger parted the wet lips of my pussy, stroking deftly between them, his palm cupping the outside. His finger found my clit and began tracing lazy circles around it. I groaned and let my knees fall wide open.

Wait. Something was wrong. With an effort, I raised my arm and peeked underneath it. My knees were spread wide, my skirt bunched up on my stomach. Natalie's hand was cupping my pussy, her finger flicking my clit and making me quiver all over. She was staring at my pussy, but must have sensed my gaze. She turned and looked at me, her finger never ceasing its motion.

"Relax, Emma," she whispered. "This is what you need. I'm going to help you."

My legs were shaking and my hips undulated slowly, guided by a mysterious force not under my control. I wanted to stop her. My mind didn't want this to happen, but my body was screaming to let her do whatever she wanted.

Then it happened. One last caress of my swollen clit and my orgasm boiled over. My legs turned to jelly and my pelvis convulsed as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. Natalie's finger never lost its gentle contact with my clit, now rolling it in small circles. I cried out softly as my whole body shook. A second and third shock wave rippled through me.

Finally Natalie took mercy on me and pulled her finger from between my pussy lips. She left her hand cupping the slick, heated flesh and eased herself down beside me. Her free hand stroked my face and hair. I sobbed with relief and turned my face into her neck. The wonderful release of my pent up frustration mingled with the shame and fear of what had just happened.

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I woke up in the morning, still dressed, still without underwear, but with a sheet pulled over me. Fortunately I didn't have a hangover. In fact I felt great. I stretched, loosening my muscles and enjoying the relaxed, all over glow I had. I thought about taking a shower. I could feel the sticky, dried fluids all over my pussy and thighs.

Just then Natalie stepped into the room, a towel wrapped around her, and nothing else. Obviously she had just finished the shower I was planning to have. She casually pulled the towel off and began to dry her hair. I just stared at her naked body. Her face was hidden behind the moving towel. Her body was magnificent, athletic where mine was lush. Her breasts were a nice B cup with thick, dark nipples. Her flat stomach led down to a complete hairless pussy. Oh my god! Natalie had shaved her pubic completely hair off. I just gaped at it. She turned toward the dresser as she finished with her hair, and I saw the firm, round globes of her naked ass. Draping the towel over a drawer handle, she pulled out a pair of skimpy green panties and pulled them on.

"Um...about last night," I stammered.

"What about it?" She said over her shoulder as she put on a matching bra.

"Well..."

"You're over thinking it, Emma. You came home all horny and a bit drunk. You needed to get laid, but didn't want you to give up your cherry to Jimmy. All I did was help get you off. It's no big deal."

"So you're not...not a...you know."

"No, no, no. Don't worry, I'm not going to try and date you. Look. If Jimmy had been more of a gentleman, he wouldn't have tried to stick his cock in you. That's all guys seem to want to do. They have no imagination about ways to have sex without intercourse.

"Anyway, don't you feel better? And don't try and tell me you didn't like what I did last night. I was there too. You came, like, four times! You're a multi-orgasmic virgin. No wonder Jimmy has the hots for you."

"Thank you, I guess. And yeah, I liked it. You're much better than Jimmy."

"Well, duh! I'm a girl. You better go take your shower while there's still hot water."

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Natalie and I didn't talk about it after that. She acted so natural and relaxed, as if nothing had happened, that I was soon able to do the same.

It was a couple of days before Jimmy and I had any alone time again. I steered clear of the alcohol, although he did offer. What I couldn't steer clear of were his hands and lips. They did such wonderful things to my overly sensitive skin. It wasn't long before he had his hands down my pants and my hips were grinding into his fingers. It took every ounce of my willpower to drag myself away from him. I still wasn't ready to surrender my virginity and he wasn't willing to settle for less.

I shut the door of my dorm room behind me, and just leaned against the frame. My blood was pounding and my panties were more than damp. Thank god Natalie wasn't there. It was late, so I flopped on my bed, still woozy with lust. I needed release and I needed it bad. I stripped down, throwing my clothes on the floor and climbed into bed, pulling just a sheet up over me.

My fingers eased between my slick pussy lips and found my pulsating clit. It didn't feel half as good as letting Jimmy touch me, and only a tenth as good as Natalie. I didn't want to think about Natalie and her magic fingers, but no matter how much I tried to concentrate on Jimmy, images of her kept intruding. I was lost in fantasy when the door opened and Natalie stepped in.

"Oh! Sorry!" She gasped with a twinkle in her eye. I was mortified. I was under the sheet, but my knees were raised high and wide, forming a tent. My face was red and flushed, and I was breathing erratically. It was obvious what I was doing.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," Natalie giggled. I just stared at her, my fingers still buried in my pussy, but not daring to move. She picked up my sticky panties and gave them a quick whiff.

"I see you and Jimmy spent some quality time together," She said with a grin.

"Uh..." was all I could manage.

"Don't let me stop you from finishing, honey," Natalie said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"That's okay," I stammered. "I'll just go take a shower."

"Uh-uh. You need this. But let's get you out from under that sheet so I can watch."

I made a feeble attempt to keep myself covered, clinging to the top of the sheet with one hand. Natalie tugged insistently on the sheet until she won. I lay there, mortified. This couldn't be happening. Why wasn't I stopping her? She drew the sheet down my body, exposing my naked breasts, then my belly. When it reached my lower waist, I finally pulled my hand from my crotch and closed my knees. The sheet slid up over my knees and pooled around my feet.

"You don't need to be so modest, darling," Natalie cooed. Her hands cupped my kneecaps and drew them apart. Wide apart.

I just lay there. My mind screamed at me to do or say something. I was caught on the knife edge of lust and shame. Half of me wanted to sink my fingers into the folds of my pussy and get myself off while Natalie watched. The other half wanted to hide under the covers and never come out. I closed my eyes, trying to block out erotic images of Natalie from the other night.

"You have a gorgeous body," Natalie whispered. "I can see why Jimmy can't keep his hands off of you."

Her hands began to glide up and down my legs, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. It made my skin tingle. I suppressed the urge to moan.

"Come on, sweetie, you know how to do it," she whispered. "Your pretty pussy is wide open. Let your fingers go."

I wanted to, but I couldn't. Natalie's knowing hands were stoking the fires of my passion, but my guilt was feeding the flames of my shame just as quickly.

"Poor baby. Got stage fright? Here, let me help you."

I gasped as her fingers lightly stroked the outer flesh of my pussy. My leg and hips began to quiver. Her other hand continued to caress my legs and lower stomach. I felt the bed shift as she moved between my wide spread legs.

I was her captive now, prisoner to the wonderful, electric touch of her fingers as they explored the slick, heated flesh of my pussy. I moaned softly, lifting my trembling hips to give her easier access.

"Oh, yes, baby," Natalie purred. "I'll take good care of you."

Her hands reached under my naked ass, gripping both cheeks. She pulled me toward her, up onto her lap. My legs were spread wide around her, my exposed pussy tilted up. Both her hands moved to my splayed open pussy, exploring and stroking. I just groaned, my head rocking back and forth on the mattress.

"My, oh my. You certainly get revved up fast," Natalie purred. "No wonder you've had such trouble with Jimmy. "

Then her hands left my pussy altogether, sliding up my stomach. I whimpered shamelessly, undulating my hips, silently begging her to return. Instead her slick fingers caught my erect nipples, rolling them in the oily secretions from my pussy. I arched my back, pushing into her hands.

"Your tits are so beautiful, Emma," she whispered. "And your nipples are absolutely scrumptious. I love how big and stiff they get."

Natalie pulled her hands back down my body, tracing lazy circles around my navel before sliding back into my pussy. My body was shaking with desire. My head was rolling back and forth on my pillow. She eased a finger into my vagina. The thumb of her other hand nuzzled against my throbbing clit. I stopped breathing for a moment as she grew still.

Then she began to slowly pump her finger in and out of my vagina while caressing my clit in a circular motion. Her finger tip was stroking a spot on the inside of my vagina that was indescribable. It only took a few moments before the waves of my orgasm crashed over me. I was clutching the sheets and thrashing on the bed. My legs wrapped around Natalie's waist and hung on for dear life.

Natalie didn't slow down at all. She kept up the steady rhythm of her plunging finger and rotating thumb. I had barely finished my first orgasm before a second one rumbled up from deep inside me. I cried out softly, unable to stay quiet any longer. My cries turned to sobs as she refused to relinquish my pussy. A third climax tore through me, and then a fourth.

Natalie finally relented, pulling her hands from my drenched pussy. She eased herself out from under me. I gathered enough strength to crack open my eyes. I was splayed on the bed, my breasts jiggling with my erratic breathing, my skin shining with sweat. Natalie was naked from the waist down, but still wore her shirt. Her erect nipples threatened to poke holes in the material. Her thighs were wet and shiny from my juices. Her hairless pussy was perfectly framed by the hem of her shirt and her thighs.

"I'm glad I took off my shorts," Natalie said casually. "You would have soaked them. I need a shower, and so do you. I'd better take the first one. You don't look ready to get up yet."

She left and I pulled the sheet back up to my neck. I felt really good; all relaxed and content. What was going on with me? My body's sexual urges were running rampant through my life. A few caresses from Jimmy and I became an animal in heat. All Natalie had to do was look at me with those smoldering eyes and I let her have her way with me. What the hell was happening to me?

When Natalie returned, I was still lying in bed, but covered up now. I watched as she casually tossed her robe on her bed and rummaged through her drawers. Her naked body was magnificent. A small part of me wondered what it would be like to ease my fingers in her pussy and watch her shudder with desire. I quickly squashed that thought. Natalie stepped into her skimpy, sky blue panties. She must have seen me staring at her out of the corner of her eye. Holding a lacy bra in her hand, she studied me for a second and then came and sat down beside me again.

"Oh, honey," she said sympathetically. "You look so confused."

"What's going on, Natalie?" I asked, close to tears. "Why do you keep having sex with me? Why am I letting you?"

"Sweetie, you're thinking about it the wrong way. Look, you're my best friend on this campus. When I see the way Jimmy leaves you, I just want to help."

"I don't understand."

"You know I have a lot more experience with sex than you. I can tell you that sometimes sex is all love and emotion and passion. But sometimes sex is just about what your body needs. Sometimes a girl just needs someone to help her relieve the tension. That's what I'm doing. You let Jimmy get you all worked up, and then you've got no way to finish what he started."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"You know, when I was sixteen I was in exactly your situation. I had a boyfriend that was always trying to get in my pants. My best friend helped me the same way I'm helping you."

"So she helped you stay a virgin too?"

Natalie laughed, "Well, for a while. I liked what she did so much that I decided to let Carl go all the way with me. For about a year I was a real nympho. I'd fuck Carl silly one day and let Abby do me the next. It was great! Then Carl broke up with me and it was just Abby and I for a while. Even that ended when she fell in love with one of the cheerleaders. But that was okay. I wasn't in love with either of them. For me it was just about the sex."

"So that's all we're doing? We're just having casual sex?"

She laughed again, "We're not even doing that much. I'm just helping you when you need it. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, but if you want me to stop, I will."

Her face was completely open and honest. I took in her nearly perfect breasts with those perky nipples. I knew deep in my gut that she could probably seduce me anytime she wanted. I doubted I could resist her touch. Why shouldn't I let her touch me? It felt so good, better than anything I had ever experienced. And Natalie said it didn't really mean anything.

"No," I said softly. "I don't want you to stop."

"Good!" Natalie said brightly. "I kind of like doing you. You make the sexiest noises when you cum. Now, you're going to have to do a couple of things if we're going to make this work. First of all, you're going to have to be nicer to Jimmy."

"What do you mean?"

"You're leaving the poor boy with blue balls every time you guys hook up. That's not fair to him. If you aren't going to let him fuck you, you need to start getting him with your hands or mouth. Trust me, you can own a guy with a good blowjob."

"I don't think I could do that."

"It's not as bad as it sounds. If I'm turned on enough, I actually like doing it. But if it grosses you out, just use your hands. Once he cums, your precious virginity is safe for the night."

"Okay."

"Second, you need to trim you pussy hair. I like to feel smooth skin down there, just like I have. We'll take care of that tomorrow. Oh, and don't worry about Jimmy's reaction. I've never met a guy that didn't just about cum in his pants at the thought of a bare pussy. Now go take a shower."

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The next day I was studying in our room when Natalie came in. She went to her drawers and pulled out a razor and some bottles.

"Are you ready, girl?" She asked with a grin.

"Oh. You want me to do that now?" I asked. I guess I had been avoiding thinking about when and how this would happen. "Is it different than shaving my armpits? I mean, I wouldn't want to cut myself down there."

"Don't be silly. I'll do it for you this first time. It's easy. Then all you have to do it maintain it."

I was a little shocked. I hadn't considered the possibility that Natalie would be shaving my pussy. She got busy laying a towel on the bed and arranging the bottles.

"Okay, Emma. Take off your shorts and get up on the towel."

Reluctantly, I took off my short and panties, but I left my shirt and socks on. I felt kind of ridiculous half dressed like that. I positioned myself on the towel. Natalie pulled my knees higher and spread them wide.

"Just as pretty as I remember," she said with a catch in her voice. It was a bit humiliating to lie there spread open like that in front of her.

Natalie used scissors to trim my pussy hair close. Her fingers pushed and pulled the folds of my pussy to get to all the necessary spots. I could feel myself reacting to her touch and willed myself to lie still. Next she sprayed some sort of gel on my pussy and used the razor to carefully shave off all the stubble. As she expertly handled the sensitive skin of my pussy, I could feel the warmth building in me. What kind of a sex addict was I that I could get turned on by her shaving me? Finally, she squirted baby oil on her hands and spread it all over.




A Friend in Need



Her oily fingers smoothed and stroked the now hairless lips of my pussy. God, they felt so good. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my breathing steady and stop my legs from trembling. Her fingers slid inside my pussy lips where they found my natural oils to add to the baby oil.

"I thought you were getting turned on," Natalie murmured. "I love how easy it is to turn you on. I guess I'll just have to do something about that, now won't I."

I moaned slightly as her fingertip brushed my clit. A part of my mind was telling me this was wrong, but my body was screaming 'yes, more!' Natalie's caresses made it impossible to say no.

She kept her fingertip on my clit, slowly rocking it back and forth. Her other hand roamed all over the outside and inside of my pussy. Soon my hips were squirming on the towel. Her fingers continued to tease, building my desire slowly when all I wanted was to explode.

I gasped as Natalie easily slid two oily fingers deep into my vagina. She left them buried to the hilt in me, but began to twist them back and forth, her fingertips gently rubbing that extra sensitive spot inside me. I began to tremble as my climax built. Her fingertip on my clit was relentlessly stroking the engorged nub.

With a sob of relief, I came. My hips snapped up off the towel, my whole body went rigid. A flick of her finger on my clit and I collapsed back onto the bed, shaking and writhing as spasms of pleasure rippled through me. Her fingers seemed to anticipate my thrashing and stayed in contact with my pussy.

A second orgasm crested on the heels of the first. I was moaning and groaning as my head flopped from side to side. Without warning, Natalie increased the speed and pressure of her finger on my clit and began to plunge her fingers in and out of my vagina. I feebly tried to scoot away from her demanding hands, until a third, powerful orgasm ripped through me.

"Please, no more!" I gasped, trying to capture her wrists in my hands.

"But I'm having so much fun with your new, hairless look."

My attempts to stop her failed and another orgasm overtook me. I gave myself over to it as my body spasmed over and over. Finally Natalie removed her hands. I lay there, exhausted, spent and feeling wonderful.

"See, I told you I liked the feel of a smooth pussy," she purred. I smiled weakly, sated and relaxed.

**********************

That night I was with Jimmy again. Natalie was right. He went nuts when he realized my pussy was bald. I liked it too. However, after a morning of intense sex with Natalie, I found myself much more in control of my own body. I tried her suggestion and used my hands on his cock. I had never touched a man there before. I really liked the way he twitched and moaned as I stroked him. I began to understand why Natalie liked watching my reactions as she touched me. It didn't take Jimmy long to shoot off, leaving a sticky mess all over his shirt. I couldn't help thinking of Natalie lying naked in front in me instead.

Jimmy was much easier to handle for a while. I was able to stop his roaming hands simply by reaching into his pants. However, every night was more difficult and I found myself letting him get further and further. My sensitive skin and flesh were so easily aroused by his touch. On the other hand, my feelings about Jimmy were all mixed up. I liked him a lot, but I certainly didn't love him. He was fun to be with, but he could also be a jerk if he didn't get his way. There was no way I was going to let him take my virginity. But when I was with him, my body took over. I had been avoiding Natalie, but I knew I needed to do something or I wouldn't make it another night.

I found Natalie studying in our room. "Hey, Natalie," I said, shyly.

"Yeah," she said, distracted from her Psych book.

"Um. I'm supposed to meet Jimmy in a couple of hours."

"So?"

"Well, I was wondering, you know..."

"What?" she said, slightly irritated.

"I've been using my hands on him like you said, but it's been getting harder and harder to not let him..."

"Ah!" she said, finally understanding. "When you get back I can help you out."

"Actually, I was hoping you would do it before my date. After that morning when you shaved me, it was so much easier to be with Jimmy because of that."

"You want me to do you before your date?" she said with a sparkle in her eye. I just nodded, red faced. It was embarrassing, bordering on humiliating, to ask her to do this for me. But it was either that or risk losing my virginity to Jimmy. I wasn't even sure if he owned a condom.

Natalie got up and stood close to me. She began to unbutton my blouse. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes. I just nodded.

She parted the halves of my blouse, exposing upper body and pale bra. My heart was pounding. The now familiar pulse of sexual desire was seeping up from my groin. It had been over a week since my last orgasm, and I was in need. The clasp on my bra fell away and Natalie captured both of my breasts in her hands. She cupped the undersides, gently squeezing the flesh and rubbing her thumbs over my stiff nipples. God that felt good!

"Your boobs are bigger than mine," Natalie said.

"Yeah," I answered, my voice catching.

"And such nice, big nipples, too," she said as her thumb and forefinger captured them. She rolled and tugged on my erect nipples, making them even larger. I bit my lip and tried to control my uneven breathing.

Natalie bent over and drew my right nipple into her hot, wet mouth. I gasped, my knees getting shaky. Her mouth on my nipple was intimate and erotic in a way that her hands could never be. Her tongue swirled the stiff tip and she rolled the sensitive flesh with her lips. Far away, I felt her hands sliding my blouse and bra completely off.

She switched to my other nipple and her fingers recaptured my wet right nipple. I was trembling while reveling in these new sensations. Natalie was so much better than Jimmy, who liked to bite my nipples and suck hard on them.

Natalie lifted her head and cupped both my breasts in her hands again, kneading the flesh and slowly twisting my swollen nipples. She pushed; backing me up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sat down unexpectedly, and her hands broke contact. 

"Let's make you more comfortable," Natalie said, her voice low and throaty. "Lie back, honey. I'll take good care of you."

I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt her hands on the waist band of my shorts. I lifted my ass off the bed an inch and Natalie swept away my shorts and panties. My sandals came with them, and I lay there totally naked.

Natalie's hands glided up my calves, pausing to stroke the outsides of my thighs. They moved further, across the sides of my hips to my stomach. I felt her climb up onto the bed and straddle my legs. Her hands moved again to capture my breasts, her fingers once again playing with my nipples. Then the wet heat of her mouth engulfed my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back. My breasts had never gotten this much quality attention before, and I was loving it.

She gave equal time to both breasts, kissing, licking, sucking and stroking until I was squirming underneath her weight. Taking mercy on my need, she left my breasts, her hands stroking my flat belly. Sitting up slightly, she shifted her leg between mine to wedge them open. I willingly, wantonly spread my legs for her and she moved to kneel between them.

Her hands and fingers caressed the skin of my belly and thighs, brushing the edges of my pussy, but not touching it. I spread my legs wider, my hips writhing on the bed, trying to get her to touch me where I needed it most. Her hands just teased me with feathery touches.

Then a wonderful, wet heat engulfed my bare pussy. In shock, I looked down the length of my naked body, past my heaving breasts, to see Natalie's mouth glued to my pussy. Her eyes drilled into mine as her tongue slithered between my nether lips and coiled around my pulsating clit. I just about fainted as these new sensations poured over my heated body.

Unable and unwilling to resist this new technique, I flopped back on the bed with a groan and gave myself up to her devouring mouth. Her tongue and lips were doing things her fingers never had. The sensation was overwhelming, and I was soon lost to it. With a sharp cry, my climax thundered through me. I writhed and thrashed on the bed as Natalie's mouth worked my pussy, her tongue gently flicking at my screaming clit, her lips massaging my widespread pussy.

If she had been relentless with her fingers before, she was merciless with her mouth now. I tried to scoot away from her face to escape, but she wrapped her arms around my thighs, holding them wide open and keeping her lips and tongue firmly in my pussy. I pushed weakly at her head, until another orgasm ripped through me.

Hot tears coursed down my face as I surrendered myself totally to her desire. Sensing that she now had total control, Natalie tenderly licked and sucked me through three more orgasms before rising from my overheated groin.

It was several minutes before I could even see straight. Natalie was still kneeling between my open legs, just gazing down at my naked body. Somewhere in all of the excitement, she had lost her short and panties too, although she still wore her shirt.

"You are really something, Emma," Natalie said. "I've never known anyone that could cum so often and so quickly."

I just lay there, unable to respond. After a couple of minutes, she got me into the shower to wash the sweat and sex from my body. As I let the hot water beat down on me, I realized how good I felt. Not just relaxed and sated, but happy and centered too. Apparently an hour of amazing sex will do that for a girl.

**********************

I broke up with Jimmy that night. Strangely, I didn't feel too upset. I had finally figured out that he wasn't right for me. Jimmy was somewhat petulant about it, but hardly heartbroken himself. I think we both knew that whatever we had, had run its course.

My life was much calmer for the next week. I was able to concentrate on my studies. Natalie and I just hung out with our friends. I wasn't ready to enter into a new relationship just yet, so I just had fun.

I came home late one night to find Natalie crying. I was shocked. Not that Natalie wasn't allowed to cry, but she was always so strong and so in control of her life. I had always been a bit jealous of her for that.

"Natalie, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Emma. It's just so stupid."

"Come on, I can see that's not true. What do you mean?" I prodded. I sat next to her on the bed and put my arms around her. She leaned into me and cried softly on my chest.

"Well, for the last few weeks, I've been in this relationship."

"You have? I didn't even know!"

"It's been kind of a secret. We just didn't want a lot of other people gossiping about us."

"And I'm betting the jerk broke up with you tonight."

"Not exactly."

"So what's the problem then?"

"Well, it's kind of a one sided relationship. I'm doing all the giving, but I'm not getting much back."

"You mean emotionally, or sexually?" I asked. Natalie had always been very open about her sex life. She was the one person in the whole world that I could ask a question like that and not be totally embarrassed.

"Both. It kind of started as just a sex thing, but now I think its more than that, at least for me."

"Wow, I'm so sorry, Natalie."

"At first the sex was just fun. I really like watching another person cum. But I was always left out. Never even an attempt to touch me."

"That sucks. He sounds like a selfish prick."

"It would be easier if I could believe that, but I pretty sure 'oblivious' is the right word."

Natalie cried some more as I comforted her. Deep down she's a strong person and after a while she pulled herself together. However, it left me feeling uncomfortable. When I had been in similar position, Natalie had helped me through it. She had become my sexual surrogate. A part of me felt I should have made her the same offer. But I couldn't. I just wasn't as bold as Natalie.

**********************

I was woken in the middle of the night by a soft touch on my shoulder. As I tried to get my bearings, a warm, soft body slid under the sheet and pressed itself against my back. Natalie. Her arm slid around my waist and her face nuzzled into the side of my neck. It was a warm night and I was only wearing a pair of silk boxers under the sheet. Natalie wasn't wearing a top, but I couldn't tell if she had panties or shorts on.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Just let me hold you," she whispered in my ear. I felt a hot tear fall on my neck. My heart went out to her.

"He's not worth it," I whispered back.

"We'll see," she said. I didn't really understand that, but it was the middle of the night and I wasn't thinking too clearly. I let her snuggle against me. It felt nice. She was calmer after a while, and I rolled over so she was pressed up against my back, spooning me.

I was halfway back asleep when her hand on my stomach glided up to cup the underside of my breast. In my fuzzy state, I didn't think much of it. I felt a soft kiss on the side of my neck, and then another. The hand began to slowly caress the underside of my breast. I could feel my skin getting tingly.

"Mmmm," I murmured. "Natalie..."

"Shhh," she whispered in my ear, followed by soft kiss. "Let me do this. I want to do this. Please?"

Her hand on my breast felt nice. Her kisses on my neck felt more than nice. Her thumb and forefinger trapped my nipple, gently pulling and rolling it. My nipple quickly became stiff and erect. I could feel her nipples against my back like small pebbles. I was warm and sleepy, and I wanted her to continue.

"Okay," I whispered.

Her hand switched to my other breast and soon had its nipple hard too. She bathed my neck in slow, soft kisses and tiny licks that sent shivers up and down my back. I could feel the heat begin to build in my pussy. Her kisses started to trail down my back. I could feel her nipples grazing the skin of my back as she slid lower. Her hand would stray from my breasts to stroke my flat belly and circle my navel before returning to play with my nipples.

Everything Natalie did was slow and sensuous. Her mouth reached my lower back and she moved her hand all the way down to my knee. My abandoned breasts ached for her missing fingers. Her hand slid up and down the side and back of my top thigh. Her fingertips explored the seam where my thighs lay pressed against one another, stopping just under the leg hole of my silk boxers. They stayed there, tracing lazy circles only an inch from my damp pussy.

Natalie's lips and tongue were sending shudders up and down my back. They had reached the waist band of my boxers. Her hand moved up to my silk covered hip and pushed gently on it until I rolled onto my stomach. My aching nipples pressed into the mattress. With both hands, she eased my shorts down, exposing both cheeks of my ass. She paused to kiss each cheek once before pulling the silk boxers all the way off.

I lay on my bed, on my stomach, completely naked and exposed. She crawled back up my body to lay full against me, her mouth sucking and licking the back of my neck. I could feel that she was totally nude, one knee resting between mine, the other on the outside. Her hips were snug against the cheeks of my ass, grinding slowly into it.

Natalie began the slow journey down my back a second time, kissing and licking everywhere. I could feel the heat of her naked, hairless pussy against my thigh, which was trapped between her legs. Everything she was doing was so sensual and erotic. I moaned and shivered with each kiss. My pussy was damp and quivering with need.

When she reached my lower back again, she eased both her legs between mine, spreading them further apart. I could feel her erect nipples, one pressing into each ass cheek before they slid lower. Then her mouth was on my ass. Natalie began to cover every inch of skin with small kisses and bites. Her hands stroked my ass and upper thighs. I had never had anyone kiss me there. It was strange and exciting. My hips began to squirm and I clenched and released my ass cheeks.

I gasped when I felt Natalie's finger slide between my ass cheeks and touch my pussy. My hands clenched fistfuls of the sheet as her fingers pushed forward, covering the bare skin of my pussy. My ass pushed up off the bed, trying to get her fingers and mouth where I wanted them. I cried out softly as a finger slipped between my well oiled pussy lips to find my clit.

My senses were reeling with the exotic sensations of Natalie's new and forbidden sex games. Her finger began to trace those slow circles around my clit that drove me to brink. My ass began humping up and down uncontrollably. Her hot kisses bathed my ass cheeks and quivering upper thighs. Then her mouth and fingers were gone.

"Roll over," she said.

I was shaking so badly I had trouble repositioning myself. Natalie swung my leg up and over her head to help me get onto my back. Once there, I spread my legs wide, inviting her loving attention where I needed it most.

When I didn't feel her touch, I opened my eyes to look at her. In the darkened room she crouched, naked, between my legs, just staring at my naked body. I whimpered, my body undulating uncontrollably on the sheets.

"Please," I begged, my voice breaking.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Emma," she whispered, her voice breaking too.

I watched as she lowered her mouth to my pleading, naked pussy. The first touch of that hot, wet tongue sent me over the edge. I came hard, shaking and crying out as her mouth engulfed my whole pussy, sucking gently on the lips.

As my orgasm began to subside, she pushed her hands under my ass cheeks, squeezing them and holding me in place. She dragged the wide flat of her tongue up over my clit. After a half dozen of these strokes I couldn't hold back any more and another climax overwhelmed me.

As I recovered, she carefully licked my outer lips and kissed the soft hollows where my thighs met my groin. However, she wasn't through with me yet. After a moment's rest, she sucked my clit between her lips, massaging it with care. A single flick of her tongue over the pulsating tip set me off like a rocket.

My orgasms seemed to energize her. Her lips and tongue were everywhere. I cried out and feebly tried to push her demanding mouth off of my overheated pussy, but to no avail. I'm not sure how many more orgasms I had, but Natalie didn't stop until I surrendered myself fully. I was exhausted and unresisting when she finally released my aching clit from between her pursed lips.

She crawled back up my body, trailing long licks and kisses. After only a moment sucking each nipple, she lay full on my body, her hips pressed into my splayed open pussy. Looking me in the eye, she wound her fingers in my hair and kissed me on the lips. I was beyond caring or even thinking.

Her tongue invaded my mouth in a way that felt more intimate than when she licked my pussy. I kissed her back, caught up in the overwhelming emotion of the moment. My own pussy juices were pungent and heady. We kissed like that for a long time. It was the last thing I remembered before fading into a deep, exhausted sleep.

**********************

In the morning, I woke to find Natalie curled up around me. Her face lay in the hollow of my neck, her leg thrown over mine. One hand carelessly lay on my breast. I lay there listening to her breath and trying to wrap my head around what happened last night. I had been ravished by another woman, and had eagerly participated.

Natalie stirred and opened her eyes. Her hand on my breast shifted to cup the meaty flesh. Against my will, my nipple hardened. Her hip squirmed against my leg. A throaty purr rumbled from her chest.




A Friend in Need



"Natalie," I said, bewildered and a bit scared. "What is this? What's happening? I don't understand."

She propped her head up on her elbow and looked down at me. The hand on my breast moved up to play with my nipple. It grew even harder and more erect. She hunched her hip into my leg again.

"You can be so thick sometimes," she said, pouting. "Remember that relationship I'm having trouble with?"

"Yeah."

"It's not some guy. It's you."

"What?" I said, incredulously.

"I'm in love with you. I just about painted you a picture last night, but you didn't get it. I was going crazy trying to decide if I should just tell you. I decided to show you instead, so I seduced you."

I lay there thinking about the past few weeks and all our conversations and sexual encounters. It was so obvious now. I felt like an idiot for not seeing it before.

"So I'm the jerk that just uses you as a sex toy?"

"Yep."

"I'm sorry, Natalie. I never meant to do that. I was so wrapped up in what I needed that I never even thought about you. I didn't think about what you were feeling or what you might need. I'm sorry."

"And now?" she said. Her face was suddenly serious. I could see a flicker of fear in her eyes. Her fingers were still toying with my nipple, which was getting very distracting, and her pussy was still grinding into my thigh.

Did I want this? Did I want a relationship with a woman? No. That was the wrong way to think about it. Did I want Natalie? Did I want what she was offering? And could I return her affection? I realized I knew the answer.

I put my hand behind her head and pulled her down for a deep kiss. Stale sex and morning mouth were swept away as she kissed me back, moaning softly into my mouth. I rolled her over, covering her slim athletic body with my fuller, more generous one.

Reluctantly I left her mouth to kiss the side of her neck. She purred and stretched her head back. Yes, this was what I wanted. I slowly made my way down her torso, leaving wet trails with my tongue. I cupped her smaller breasts in my hands, squeezing them. My mouth covered one nipple while my fingers found the other. I was surprised at the slight muskiness that I tasted. Both nipples were hard and stiff. The one in my mouth seemed to grow larger as my tongue flicked at it. Natalie moaned and arched her back, which excited me.

I tried to do all the things that I liked having done to my breasts. Natalie's hands played with my hair the whole time. By the time I left them behind, the glistening nubs were red and swollen and Natalie was squirming underneath me. I kissed my way down to her navel.

I could feel Natalie trembling beneath me as my tongue explored the dimple of her belly button. Her hands were trying to push my head lower, but I resisted. Not for long though. My lips and tongue moved lower until my chin rested on the top of the cleft of her pussy. Her legs were spread wide, begging me to finish what I had started.

Instead I moved to her inner thighs. She moaned in frustration, writhing on the bed. Now I knew what Natalie meant. It was exciting to watch your kisses make someone else so delirious. I wasn't ready to take the ultimate plunge yet. I kissed and nibbled on her thighs while taking a long look at her pussy. Smooth and hairless, it lay open and exposed. The flesh glistened with her pussy juices. The inner lips were deep pink, engorged with desire. Her clit was poking out of its little hood.

Tentatively I reached out and stroked the outer lips with my finger, smearing the slick moisture. She gasped and wriggled her hips. I explored all the quivering folds while Natalie whimpered and writhed on the bed. Oh so gently I touched her clit. Her body went rigid and she stopped breathing for a moment. I rolled the lubricated knob in a small circle. Natalie's hips snapped up off the bed and she cried out as she came. Fascinated, I tried to keep my finger in contact with her throbbing clit. She bucked and thrashed, but somehow I managed to mostly stay on it.

Natalie collapsed on the bed, her stomach heaving and her breath ragged. I let my fingers explore the folds of her pussy, but kept them away from her throbbing clit. It really was beautiful, splayed wide open like the petals of a blooming flower just inches in front of my face. A slick sheen of juices coated her lips and the exposed curve of her ass cheeks. Watching her cum so easily and so hard from my touch was intoxicating.

Unable to resist, I leaned in and licked a wide swath from her vagina, up between the inner lips and over her clit. Natalie went rigid again, every muscle clenched. So I did it again. The soft, smooth texture of her pussy was punctuated by the musky taste of her juices. I wanted more. I settled my mouth over her pussy and let my tongue wander over the heated flesh.

"Oh, god, Emma...Emma!" Natalie moaned. Her muscles unclenched and she sank into the mattress, quivering and shaking.

I could feel my every oral caress fanning the flames of her passion and desire. Her hands entwined in my hair, urging me on. When she came again, I was there, steadily licking her clit, my lips sucking on her swollen pussy lips. It was glorious.

I didn't want to stop, so I didn't. Natalie's thrashing became feebler with each orgasm. I didn't care. I wanted it to go on all day. Her hands were now pushing on my head and face, trying to break contact with her hyper sensitive pussy. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, imitating her moves, and buried my face firmly in her groin.

"Please...stop..." Natalie gasped. "I can't...take...any more."

Her plea pulled me out of my hunger enough to realize that I should stop. Pleasure would become pain if I continued. I crawled up her trembling body, reveling in the feel of her naked flesh against mine. My lips found hers and I kissed her deeply. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against her. We kissed for the longest time, holding each other close.



A Friend in Need



Carly came off the phone after an hour.

"Adam has just thrown Emma out," she said, "one of his friends saw her in the massage parlour and told him."

"Oh shit!" was all Steve could manage.

"She's gutted," Carly continued, "I think she thought she could keep it quiet forever."

"That was never going to happen," Steve added, "What's she going to do?"

"I've said she can stay with us a while," she said, "Hope you don't mind!"

"As long as it isn't for long." Steve said. He liked Emma but she could be a bit too full on after a while. He did also have a soft spot for Emma, Carly had treated Steve to a session with her at the massage parlour not long ago. It was wild and passionate sex that Steve kind of wished they could repeat sometime. Still for now, they were going to have to support her.

For the next few days, Emma just moped around feeling sorry for herself. She did seem genuinely upset at this split despite the fact she hadn't been happy for most of her marriage. 

About a week later, Adam came round and dropped the rest of Emma's stuff off, he refused to speak to her. This seemed to be the trigger for Emma to start to get back to normal. It was like the door was now closed for good, no going back. Carly convinced her to go into work that night as it would take her mind off it.

This also seemed to work, the girls came home that night giggling like schoolgirls. They were discussing clients they'd had that night. Carly had a man with the smallest cock she had ever seen, no more than 3" erect she said. Emma had a man that had actually came while she was trying to put the condom on. Steve was pleased, the mood around the house seemed to finally be lifting.

Carly got them all a beer from the fridge, as it was a Friday night the decided to stay up for a while. The discussion soon turned to sex as it usually did with Emma an Carly, they discussed all the usual things like what they had done, when they lost their virginity, how many partners etc. While Steve knew all there was to know about Carly, he was enjoying hearing Emma talk about her past. She lost her virginity at 16 and thinks she had slept with about 100 men. This number had almost tripled in the couple of months she had worked at the massage parlour so she was beginning to lose count. Steve was now feeling quite aroused but eventually decided to call it a night.

The next morning Carly went over to see her mum with their son while Steve enjoyed a rare lie in. He wandered into the bathroom forgetting Emma was staying and was shocked to see her in the shower. He apologized and quickly retreated to the bedroom. When Emma came out she put her head around the door to tell Steve the bathroom was free.

"You looked more embarrassed than me!" she joked, teasing Steve a bit. "It's nothing you haven't already seen though!"

Steve said nothing and went a bit red, he expected her to go but she stayed. Steve's mind was racing, he had a feeling something would happen here unless he stayed strong and refused. When they had sex with Carly's consent, they had felt a connection that neither had really wanted. This would be different though he thought, they had always agreed to never go behind each others back.

Emma then made her move, she dropped her towel to reveal her bountifully toned body, Steve could feel his erection stirring under the sheets. She slowly walked over to the bed and got on next to Steve.

"Don't say anything," she said, "I know we shouldn't do this without Carly knowing but I need you."

Steve said nothing.

"I need to feel wanted by a man who isn't paying me." she continued.

Steve made his decision and reached over to kiss her. The electricity between them was intense and they were soon running their hands over each other. Steve cupped her breasts and started to squeeze the gently while Emma ran her hands up his leg, getting closer to his now straining cock.

Steve let out a small groan as Emma's hand reached his erection. She slowly stroked his length at first while continuing their passionate kiss. Steve moved his hand from her breasts to her neatly trimmed bush. He slipped his hand in between her legs and immediately felt her wetness. 

Emma moved her head down level with his cock and started to tease the tip with her tongue. She would swirl it around the tip and then take it in her mouth. He was dying for her to swallow the compete length but she made him wait. When se finally took him in fully she swallowed his length down to the stump. She really knew how to deep throat a man.

Steve stopped her after a minute as he could feel himself begin to come. He would have loved to have came in her mouth but really wanted to fuck her as well. He guided her mouth away and laid her down, parting her legs wide. Steve got straight down to it, her slit was extremely moist and tasted fantastic. Emma was coming within a couple of minutes, she had started to grind her hips onto his face now and her breathing was quickening. With a final huge buck of her hips she came, Steve felt her juices on his face and watched her shake with the intensity of her orgasm.

Giving her no time to recover, Steve moved up and prepared to enter her. His length slid in with no resistance. It took Emma's breath away. Steve again passionately kissed her as they fucked, he knew this wouldn't last long so with a final push he came inside her. It felt like a huge eruption, he and Carly hadn't had sex for nearly 2 weeks so all of his pent up semen erupted. 

Steve immediately felt guilty, he had now done the one thing he always said he wouldn't, he had cheated on his wife. He and Emma barely spoke once they finished, they both got ready and hurriedly left the house.

Steve spent the entire day racked with guilt, he knew he has to tell Carly as he took their vow to be honest with each other seriously. He really had put their marriage at risk and all for 10 minutes with Emma.

That night Emma had gone into work while Carly had a night off. They had arranged to go to their local pub that night and enjoy a rare night together. 

"Is something bothering you?" Carly asked Steve. He had been quiet this evening.

"I don't know how to say this," Steve started, "I slept with Emma this morning."

A silence. Steve had to get this out in the open and felt immediately better for it. Carly however didn't react, she said nothing and even her facial expression didn't change.

"Please say something?" Steve pleaded with her.

"What do you want me to say?" Carly asked. "I'm just trying to get my head around you fucking my best friend again."

"I'm really sorry," was all Steve could manage, "I really didn't plan this."

"I believe you," Carly said after another long pause, "I suppose something like this was inevitable what with my job and hours."

"I'm not trying to make any excuses," Steve said, "I just felt like I needed sex and it caught me off guard."

"Look, I kind of prepared myself for something like this," she replied, "With our lifestyle it isn't much of a shock I suppose."

Steve and Carly continued to discuss this for the next half am hour. He knew he was a lucky man, Carly would have been week within her rights to just throw them both out.

"I'm going to let this go," Carly eventually concluded, "You've indulged my every fantasy over the last couple of years so you deserve your fun too. Just promise me that you'll consult me first next time. I'll never stop you as long as I know what you're doing."

The sense of relief Steve felt was unbelievable. He promised of course to always talk to Carly if he wanted to try anything sexual with anyone. 

That night they also cleared the air with Emma, she too felt awful at having crossed the line. The 2 friends agreed that they would put this behind them and move on.

Carly started to think over the next week about their swinging experiences. She had started to think that maybe she was neglecting Steve. They had talked of swinging with a couple before she started her job at the massage parlour, but this had been forgotten as Carly wasn't in the mood for as much sex due to her work.

That Friday night Carly and Emma had gone out in town for a couple of drinks, Steve and a couple of his mates had too. Both of these lads knew about their lifestyle and as they were single, had made no secret of their desire to get into Carly's knickers. The girls were also discussing Carly's idea of swinging. 

"Why don't we pull a bloke here tonight and go back for a foursome with Steve?" Emma suggested. "Sometimes these things are better unplanned." She continued.

Carly smiled, she said nothing but Emma knew it was game on if she wanted to. For the next hour or so the girls drank and chatted more about Emma's idea. Then Emma nudged Carly and nodded towards 2 men at the bar. 

"There's our men if you want this!" She said.

"2 of them!" Carly exclaimed.

"Oh come on!" Emma laughed. "I've seen you take on 12 at the same time before, and 3 or 4 girls!"

Carly laughed at this, she couldn't exactly deny it. She also couldn't deny that she felt a bit horny at the thought of fucking these 2 strangers in front of her husband. She also knew the Steve would jump at the chance of fucking Emma again. Carly decided it was on, she still hadn't seen her husband with another woman yet and she was even starting to feel a bit wet at the thought.

The lads eventually came over to chat to the girls, the eye contact and smiles had given them the green light. They introduced themselves as Ian and Chris, they were nothing special, about mid 30s and in reasonable shape. For the next hour the drinking and flirting continued, Emma was getting closer to Ian so Chris had latched onto Carly.

"So you're married then?" Chris asked.

"Yes I am," Carly replied. "And before you ask, he knows I fuck other men and actually encourages it."

Chris was a bit startled by her open reply. He wasn't used to this kind of response, women usually played much harder to get.

"Look, I'll be honest with you." She went on. "We want a group session tonight, my husband will be there so the 3 of you can share us."

"Sounds fine to me." Chris said with a grin.

"I wanted to be straight with you from the off," Carly went on, "It'll just be a one night stand, no strings, just fun."

Chris just smiled and finished his pint, he had the look of a man that had just won the lottery

Carly called Steve on his mobile. "Steve, I've got a proposition for you." She started.

"Go on." he replied.

"Emma and me have pulled tonight," She told him, "I want to bring the 2 of them home for us all to get together.

"Right," Said Steve, "I wasn't expecting that tonight." 

"We didn't plan it either," She went on, "But we've always fancied a group session and just think, you'll get to fuck Emma again!" She put this last little teaser in knowing this would clinch it.

"Fuck it," Came Steve's reply, "Do it, I'm game."

Steve put the phone down and immediately had an idea. Why not turn the surprise back on the girls and bring his 2 mates back too? Just to shock them even more. 

"Do you boys fancy coming back to mine?" He asked Mike and Ryan with a smile on his face. "You might even get to fuck Carly and Emma if you're lucky!" 

"Are you taking the piss?!" Ryan asked him expecting this to be a joke.

"No mate," he replied, "I wouldn't wind you up over something like this." 

They both agreed of course, neither of them could believe they would get a chance like this.

"Just one thing though," He told them, "The girls have already pulled a couple of blokes tonight and don't know you're coming. I want to give them a proper shock!"

The lads quickly downed their pints and headed off to get a taxi. When they got in, they sorted themselves out a drink and got settled. When they heard another car pull up and the sound of voices, Mike and Ryan waited in the kitchen. The girls were the first in, both looked a bit worse for wear due to the drink. They were followed by Chris and Ian. The lads weren't looking so sure of themselves now but Steve offered them both a beer to reassure them that this was ok.

"I'm not going to waste any time," Emma announced, "I've got 3 men to fuck tonight!"

"No you haven't!" Steve said.

Emma looked a bit confused for a couple of seconds until Mike and Ryan made their entrance. Both the girls jaws dropped while the other 2 lads looked confused again.

"Well I thought seeing as you gave me a surprise earlier tonight I'd return the compliment!" Steve said with a triumphant smile.

Emma said nothing more and took her top off. "What are you waiting for lads?"

Ian didn't need a second invitation and started to feel her tits and kissing her. Chris made his move on Carly, kissing her while feeling her bum. Steve had his video camera out by this time, there was no chance he would miss this. Before long the 2 girls were down to their underwear, the same as the other 4 lads.

"Just get stuck in lads while I film," Steve urged them on, I'll join in later.

"Right," Carly announced, "Cocks out lads, let's see what we've got here."

The men did as they were told and dropped their boxers. All were fully erect and ranged between about 5-8 inches. Ryan was the biggest and both girls stopped for a closer look at his piece.

The girls knelt down and started to work on the men, Carly took Chris in her mouth and Mike in her hand while Emma did the same with Ian and Ryan. The girls being professionals were happy to alternate between their chosen men. 

Emma eventually broke off from sucking these cocks, "I want one of you to fuck me, now!" 

Ian did as he was told, Emma got down on all fours and offered herself to him. Before he entered her he ran his tongue down the length of her slit, she was very wet. He concentrated on her clit for a good while which made her groan with joy. Ian then licked back up her slit and arrived at her arsehole. It was so exposed and welcoming that Ian couldn't resist it. He pressed his tongue against her tight anus, gently entering her.

Carly was now laying back on the sofa, completely naked. Mike was now between her legs with his face buried in her soaking pussy. She had her eyes closed and was pulling Mike into her by his hair. Mike inserted a finger into her and began to massage her G-spot. This pushed Carly over the edge making her come violently. Steve had caught all of this on camera, his flushed wife giving him a smile when she opened her eyes.

Emma was now being roasted by Ian and Ryan, Ian fucked her hard from behind while she sucked Ryan's huge cock. After a few minutes the lads swapped. Emma gasped as Ryan slipped his huge 8" cock into her, he locked her lips around Ian's length, sucking her own juices off of his cock. Ryan was pounding into Emma now, she could barely even suck Ian's cock now, she was screaming now. Ryan waved Steve over, once he had them in focus Ryan withdrew and shot his hot spunk over Emma. The first bolt landed between her shoulder blades, the second on the small of her back while the rest oozed out over her arse, some dripping down her arsehole to her slit.

Steve soon turned back to Carly. She was laid back in the sofa with her legs wide apart, Chris was fucking her hard. She had Mike leaning on the back of the sofa presenting his cock for her to suck.

"Get your cock out Steve," she told him, "I want you to get involved too."

Steve did as he was told, putting the camera down to undress. He joined the 3 and let Carly suck him. She gave him a wet, sloppy blowjob all the while looking directly into the camera as he pointed down at her.

"I'm coming." Chris finally announced, pulling his cock out of Carly. 

He shot his semen over her stomach and mound, soaking her in his hot juice. Carly gave him a smile and instructed Mike to fuck her. He needed no encouragement and soon thrust his cock into her. Carly' oral efforts meant that Mike couldn't hold out too long. Mike withdrew and brought his cock up to Carly's face. He shot the first couple of bolts over Carly's face, the rest of his huge load went over her neck and tits. Steve was now desperate to fuck his wife so handed the camera to Chris. In the same position he thrust his length into his come covered wife. Like the other men Steve was soon coming, he pulled out and aimed his load over her tits and stomach.

Carly was now in a complete mess but Steve insisted on bringing her to another orgasm with his tongue before he allowed her to get up.

Emma was laid back on the other sofa also covered in semen. Ian had exploded a huge load all over her face and hair.

"Ladies, you look like you could do with a shower." Steve announced. 

Carly knew immediately what kind of shower he meant! Emma soon caught on but the other lads were slow to catch on.

Carly lead them all to the bathroom upstairs. "Now you boys do know what kind of shower we want don't you?" she said with a dirty smile.

"Do you mean you want us to piss over you?" Ryan asked, almost amazed.

"You're finally catching on!" she replied. "Have you never pissed on a girl before then?" 

"No," he said, "I've never even dared to ask a girl that." he said.

"You go first then." she told him. 

The girls knelt down in the bath. After a few seconds his warm jet started to flow all over Carly's tits. She cupped her hands and rubbed it all over herself. Chris had started to pee over Emma now, again aiming his stream over her pert tits. Mike then followed suit, spraying her tits and aiming the odd jet or two over her face. Ian and Steve then lined up either side over Carly and let go. Both girls were absolutely soaked but happy with themselves.

The boys then retired to the living room again for more beer while Carly and Emma had a proper shower. While there they were in they shared a lingering kiss, this lead to hands exploring each others wet curves.

"Shall we take this downstairs for the boys to watch?" Emma suggested.

Carly and Emma dried off and made their way downstairs, still stark naked. Emma laid back on the carpet and pulled Carly down on top of her. They kissed deeply while feeling each others breasts. Carly then started to feel between Emma's legs, then began to kiss her way down Emma's stomach on the way to her pussy.

Spreading Emma's legs, ICarly planted tender, teasing kisses on her thighs and lower stomach before plunging her face into her slit. Emma shook with delight. Within seconds she started to buck violently, she came a hard as she had ever done, her juices leaking out over Carly's face.

Carly then straddled Emma's face in a 69 position. The girls lovingly licked each other, their moans of pleasure filling the room. Emma then started to massage Carly's juices into her arsehole before slipping her finger in. Carly returned the compliment and did exactly the same to Emma. 

The lad by this time were extremely hard again. Steve had once again been catching all of this on camera. Carly eventually broke off from licking Emma.

"So who wants to fuck our arses first?" she said. 

Ian was first to step up. Carly let Emma up and got onto all fours, sticking her bum up in the air. Her tight anus was exposed to him and looked welcoming. With a bit of lubricant, Ian slowly edged his cock into Carly's arse. She slowly started to open up as he edged into her. Emma presented Chris with exacty the same view which he swiftly took advantage of. 

After a couple of minutes, Steve told the lads to swap places allowing Mike and Ryan to anally penetrate the girls. 

"Now I want you to double penetrate them." Steve ordered, he was enjoying playing at being a porn director for the night. 

The girls both sat astride a cock, leant forward and offered their arses to the lads. They slid in to the girls now well stretched holes. He noise was immense, Carly was moaning as load as ever while Emma screamed obscenities at the men, telling them to fuck her like the whore she was.




A Friend in Need



This went on for a good 5 minutes until Carly told the boys to stop. She was now getting too sore an couldn't take anymore. 

"I want all of you to come in my arse." screamed Emma. "Come on, empty your spunk into me. 

Emma moved from the DP back onto all fours. Carly parted her cheeks and rimmed her again while the lads wanked. Steve again passed the camera to Mike and prepared to fuck Emma. Carly gave his cock a quick suck before he plunged his cock deep into her arse. Emma screamed as Steve hammered his cock into her arse. Steve fucked her hard for the next 5 minutes making Emma scream more obscenities at him. With one final push, he tensed up and sent his load deep inside her anus.

Ryan soon stepped up to take his place, thrusting his cock into her as hard as he could. Ryan only lasted a minute before losing his load in Emma's now overflowing bum hole.

Chris was next, much like Ryan lasting only a minute before spewing his load into Emma. Mike now moved I'm for a close up as the cum dripped out of Emma.

Ian soon plunged himself deep into Emma, building up speed as he went. He pulled Emma's hair, telling her what a dirty whore she was and how he was going to split her in two. Emma was lapping it up and urging him on. He felt him tense up and knew he was sending another load deep inside her.

Mike handed the camera back to Steve and stepped up to fuck Emma's now battered arsehole. He pumped away as hard as he could just as she was screaming at him to do. Finally with one last shout, Mike sent his seed deep into Emma. She collapsed once he withdrew feeling thoroughly used and exhausted. She had the cum of 5 men leaking out of her just as she had wanted.

With everybody now exhausted and satisfied they all crashed out. Ian joined Emma in bed, leaving the other 3 men to crash on the sofa's.

The next morning, the 7 of them made polite conversation over bacon sandwiches, all suffering with horrible hangovers. Before they went, Ian and Emma exchanged phone numbers, Carly raised her eyebrows and smiled at this. Maybe Emma had finally met a bloke who was man enough to tame her.

The lads left in taxi's leaving the tired hosts to go back to bed. Steve would put on the first screening of his home movie that night, who knows what else that would lead to.... 



A Friend in Need



As I looked from the ocean to my friend Carol, I wondered how much longer she wanted to stay. Our plan had been to come and hunt for guys but there weren't any guys that interested me, although Carol never seemed to tire of pointing out ones I should approach. Walking up to a guy I didn't know wasn't my style. According to her this is why it had been several years since the last time I had sex. I was lost in thought when she suddenly spoke up.

"What about him?"

"Who?" I asked, as I looked around.

"Black shorts, blonde hair," she offered.

"He's a kid," I laughed, "what, you think maybe he's 18?"

"And?" she asked.

"And?" I laughed, "why the fuck would an 18 year old kid wanna see my fat ass?"

"Fat ass?" Carol laughed, "you don't have a fat ass and you know it. You have a real body and I'm guessing that by the time he had you naked in the backseat of his car, he'd be more interested in them tits."

"Oh," I laughed, "you're trying to find my dream date and now we've degenerated to car sex?"

"Dream date?' she kidded, "I thought we were trying to get you laid."

"I think we're looking in the wrong place," I responded.

"You've been saying that for three days," she explained, "I think a guy like that would do you good."

"I'm old enough to be his mom," I laughed.

"Whatever," Carol taunted me.

"I am!"

"What does that matter?" she inquired, "you're sexy and you know it. You work out five days a week and you certainly don't look 35. Not to mention you have the two things a guy that age wants, big tits and a pussy."

"Carol," I snapped, "I'm not that kind of girl."

"Maybe for one day you need to be," she added, "now either you go talk to him or I'm gonna go talk to him for you."

"What? I wouldn't know what to say," I admitted, "and before you get any ideas, I certainly don't want you saying anything to him. God knows what kind of bad ideas you wanna put in his head."

"No bad ideas," she promised, "I figured I'd tell him my friend is looking for someone to get her drunk and show her a good time."

"Nice," I critiqued, "why don't you just ask him if he wants to come back and fuck your friend?"

"I can be subtle," she advised me.

"I don't know," I lamented, as I looked in his direction. He was rapidly moving down the beach.

"Look," she resumed, "how about this. I'll tell him you wanna have a few drinks but I have somewhere to go. I'm sure he'd be into it."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah," she snapped, "all you have to do is have a few drinks with him. I'm sure he'll make a move...I mean look at you," she added, "my guess is he's gonna do whatever he can to get his hands on your tits."

"He's gonna be disappointed when he sees them," I joked as I thought about my large full breasts and how they didn't exactly stand up straight.

"My guess," Carol began in a playful voice, "when you're on your back with your legs open and his cock buried in your twat and he's got them big fat tits in his hands, he's not gonna be disappointed."

"Oh my god! How did we go from having a few drinks to me putting out?"

"Because guys his age can be very persuasive, they have great hands, healthy appetites for sex and foreplay and I know how a woman my age responds to foreplay. If you ask me, twenty minutes after you guys start making out, he's got you naked!" she teased. 

"Thanks for giving me some credit," I playfully added, "what, you think because some kid starts feeling me up in a bathing suit that I'm gonna spread my legs for him?"

"I'm not saying it's a foregone conclusion," she corrected herself, "but we're never gonna know if one of us doesn't go after him."

"I can't," I assured her, before adding, "and I don't want you putting ideas in his head."

"You know what," Carol began as she got to her feet, "I'm gonna go talk to him. If you're worried about what I'm gonna say then you better come with me. Its up to you."

"Damn you," I added, as I got to my feet. I didn't wanna do this but I knew if I didn't my friend would tell him something like I was looking to get my pipes cleaned. We began away from our towels, in pursuit of the guy in the black trunks. Carol had us closing at a rapid rate and as we got closer I could feel my heart racing. I tried to tell myself it was from the exertion of hurrying after him but I wasn't having much luck convincing myself. When we were within thirty feet I realized that Carol was actually serious about this.

"Excuse me," she called out and when he stopped after she repeated it we erased the distance in no time. He looked at the two of us as Carol resumed, "what's your name?"

"Scott," he answered as I looked at his smooth chest and flat stomach. In return he looked at Carol and then at me. I was wearing a conservative blue one-piece that covered everything. It did show a little cleavage but it was more how the suit covered it all that got his attention. The tight fitting suit squashed my tits down, making them look even bigger. His eyes scanned both of us from head to toe as Carol resumed, "I'm Carol and this is my friend Cindy."

"Do I know you?' he asked, unsure of why two middle-aged women had stopped him on the beach. My guess was he was out looking for an 18 year old with a flat stomach and firm tits.

"No," Carol answered, "but I was kinda wondering if you wanted to do some drinking?"

"Excuse me?" he asked, caught completely off guard by her question.

"I know this is probably gonna sound weird but Cindy wants to hang out and drink but I have somewhere to be...we saw you walking by and I thought I'd ask if you wanted to hang out and have a few drinks with her."

"Serious?" he asked, as he looked at me again. His eyes studied the bulges in my suit before he turned back to Carol.

"I told you he wouldn't be interested," I offered, "can we go now?"

"Whatta you got to drink?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, surprised by his question.

"I ain't got shit to do," he admitted, "so why not? Let's hang out and have a few drinks."

"I can get you whatever you want," Carol offered.

"Whatta you think?" he asked, while looking at me.

"White wine?" I posed.

"I don't think so," Carol laughed, "you're not going to a cocktail party, Scott, tell me what you want me to get."

"How drunk do you wanna get?" he asked, as we began toward our towels with an 18 year old guy walking between us.

"I'm not much of a drinker," I confessed.

"I am," he replied with a laugh, "so how about you get a pint of Jager, a six pack of red bull and a 12 of Bud Light."

I didn't respond and once we reached our towels Carol said she would be right back. Scott and I sat facing each other and for the next twenty minutes we talked. I learned he was 18 and just out of high school. He learned I was 35, and I'd been divorced for three years. The entire time we were talking I couldn't stop looking at his smooth chest and his abs, especially down by the waistband of his board shorts. I wasn't the only one checking the other out. I felt a little weird having a guy his age admiring my curvaceous build but after we'd been talking for a few minutes it didn't bother me.

"Hey Scott, did you wanna give me a hand with the beer?" Carol asked, when she got back. He nodded and without another word he got up and followed her to the parking area. They were gone no more than a minute before he returned, carrying a small cooler. He parked it behind our towels and took his seat again.

"What time are you gonna come back?" I asked.

"I dunno," Carol answered, "ten...eleven? I'll call you."

I nodded and with that she walked off, leaving me behind with a guy I barely knew. Like we had before the interruption, we resumed talking, passing some time before he opened the cooler. We sipped on our beers, laughed and talked as the beach slowly emptied. After finishing our first beers, I did my first Jager bomb, a mix of Jagermeister and Red Bull. I was not a shot person but the Red Bull masked the taste of the liquor, making it palatable. We did two more shots over the next hour and by time I was ready for my third beer I was loopy. I felt lightheaded and I was giggling a lot as we talked. I wasn't sure if I was drunk yet but after two more shots, there was little doubt. Whatever I thought about this when Carol suggested it, I had to admit I was wrong.

We were both feeling it but the extent of my condition wasn't revealed until I tried to stand. I ended up on all fours laughing like a fool. My laughter got Scott laughing and together we hooted and hollered drunkenly for several minutes.

"Holy shit," I babbled as I laid back on my towel, "I've never been so fucking drunk!"

"Me either," my young friend added, as he leaned back on his arms and looked at the last bit of light draining from the sky. It was good that we both knew how fucked up we were but neither of us took this into account when it came time to have another beer. We'd been drinking for several hours. Despite my drunken state he had no problem convincing me to do another shot. I sucked it down like all the others and with my beer in hand I took a sip.

"Did you wanna go for a walk?" he asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I laughed, "I can't walk. I lost that ability three shots ago!"

He didn't ask me again and the next thing I knew I felt him pressed up against my side only a moment before he began kissing me.

"Mmm," I called out in surprise before going silent. His body was pressed against mine, with a lot of his upper body weight pressing against my breasts. Without thinking I kissed him back. I was feeling no pain and before I knew it his hand was stroking my bare legs. I felt his tongue trying to get into my mouth and after keeping it at bay for about a minute I opened my mouth. It felt like his tongue was down my throat as we kissed wildly. It had probably been twenty years since I kissed like this. I was totally into it. We made out for a while before we had to come up for air. We sipped on our beers and after exchanging lustful stares we were back at it again, this time with me pressed on top of him. I ran my hand over his smooth chest and toyed with his partially erect nipple, as we French kissed. He responded to my advances after a short time. His hand had been caressing my smooth legs softly before I broke off the kiss and moaned passionately as his hand reached between my open legs. I wasn't even aware my legs were open until I felt his fingers pressing my bathing suit against my labia.

He leaned up and renewed the kiss as his fingers massaged my pussy. It felt like a jolt of electricity raced through my body. Our intense make out session continued but as he kneaded my pussy he worked himself into the dominant position. I didn't resist and like we started out, I ended up on my back with him pressed against me. The only difference was his hand between my legs. It was the first hand besides mine to touch me in three years and it felt amazing and then some. I felt myself succumbing to his will. He moved my legs further apart, until he had total access to my opening. His hand attacked the strap protecting my sex, until I had to break off the kiss. I moaned and squirmed as he had his way between my thighs. My juices were flowing and my hormones were raging. With me unable to kiss him he changed position so as he aroused my pussy with is left hand he was able to rub my tits with the other. My head was spinning and my passions racing. I was lost in lust until being snapped back to reality when I felt him pulling one of the shoulder straps down.

"Not here," I moaned, as his hand kept after my opening.

He didn't pressure me but a moment later he helped me to my feet. He held my arms and as he playfully kissed me and grabbed at my tits he led me away from the beach. I didn't ask where we were going. I simply followed his lips and hands. It took some time but eventually we ended up in the parking lot. He pressed me against his car and groped my body wildly as we kissed. I was complicit and with my foot on the bumper I allowed him access between my legs. He concentrated his efforts on my clit, pressing against it and rubbing furiously. I felt like I was gonna cum at any second. I broke off the kiss and titled my head back as the amazing sensations overwhelmed me.

"Did you wanna get in?" he asked, while pressing against my pussy.

"Oh god yes," I groaned.

He took me by the arms and led me to the back door. He opened it but before I was able to get it he pushed the straps off my shoulders. I didn't stop him and with a tug he yanked the suit down, baring my tits. He urged me to get in and as I did he kept pulling on the suit, dragging it lower. By the time I crawled all the way in he had the suit around my ankles. When he joined me in the backseat a moment later my bathing suit was gone. By the time I got turned around, he had my legs open and my sex bared. I was on my back and his hands were all over me.

"You got some big tits," he offered as he groped and teased them with one hand, while becoming more serious between my legs. With the suit gone he was able to get two fingers in me. He was pumping them furiously within a minute.

"Open your legs," he urged and I complied, spreading them as far as the confines of the backseat permitted.

"I did what you wanted now its your turn," I moaned, "take your trunks off."

He stopped fingering me a moment later and as I purred and moaned he worked his black swim trunks down his legs, exposing his hard young cock. I beckoned him forward and as he climbed between my legs he placed his hands on my tits, pressing down on them with all his weight. I felt the head of his cock teasing my opening only a moment before I called out when he sank it in me.

I pressed my hands against the door panel above my head and braced myself as he began giving it to me. It felt absolutely incredible as his cock moved in and out my long deprived pussy. I felt every move he made and as he fucked me I began bucking my hips, shoving my pussy up to meet his cock.

"You feel amazing," I called out after he'd been giving it to me for several minutes. My moans and shouts filled the car. I was tingling everywhere, which I knew was a portent of my upcoming climax. The tingling became a trembling in my legs a moment before I called out when a massive release of sexual energy raced through my body.

"Fuck me," I called out in a state of ecstasy, "god damn...I want you to fuck me as hard as you can!"

Scott really put it to me as I wailed in orgasm. It was the most satisfying climax I ever remember having. It lasted a long time and as I began to come down the intense sexual high, Scott began moaning that he was getting close. Not ten seconds later I felt a hot rush between my legs as he began pumping his load into me. Again and again I felt hot lances of cum flooding into my twat until it seemed like he poured a gallon of it into me. His thrusts slowed when we was done and with a huge grin on his face he looked at me lying under him, freshly fucked and totally satisfied.

"That was incredible," I purred.

"You felt amazing," he admitted as he moved his hands off my tits and pressed his bare chest against mine. Repositioned against each other he began kissing me again as his erection continued to fade. Our kisses were softer and lasted about a minute before his cock slipped out of my opening. I let out a soft moan when I felt his cock leave. When he pushed himself up he looked me in the eye but he didn't say anything. It took some doing to disentangle ourselves in the cramped confines of the backseat with a lot of the problem being how sloppy drunk I remained. It was all I could do get myself into a sitting position, which gave Scott enough room to pull his trunks on.

"Didn't I have a bathing suit too?" I asked drunkenly.

"God damn your tits are fucking huge!" he answered, as he reached over and cupped my breast, "I couldn't tell when you were lying down but holy shit," he beamed, "they're fucking incredible!"

"Not exactly Playboy tits," I confessed, suddenly self-conscious about my large sagging tits.

"Whatever," he countered, as he sank his fingers into my soft breast. It felt nice the way he was gently caressing my breast and it only got better a moment later when he pinched down on my areola, "damn, I'll take tits like yours any day!"

"Ohh," I moaned, in response to the pressure he was applying to my areola.

"You like that, huh?" he remarked, as he reached over with his other hand and took my other areola between his thumb and index finger and squeezed. He kept constant pressure on both, which kept me purring.

"Holy fuck," I called out after a few seconds. The feelings were so intense that I was squirming around, trying to free my nipples from his iron grip, "I hope you know what you're doing to me."

"I know my girlfriend's nipples get really sensitive after we have sex," he offered, as he let off the pressure slightly and then applied it again, causing me to moan, "this makes her crazy."

"Me too," I purred as I leaned my head back and allowed my legs to open.

"So whatta you wanna do?" he asked, before doing the pressure release and reapply.

"You tell me," I eked out.

"You still drunk?" he asked.

"Oh my god," I giggled, "I'm still fucking wasted."

"So does that mean more drinking is out?" he inquired.

"Is that what you wanna do?" I replied.

"I'm having a good time," he beamed, as his fingers put more pressure on my already aroused nipples, "I think we should keep drinking!"

"Ok," I agreed, "now about the bathing suit I was wearing...any idea where I might find it?"

"I don't think it made it into the car," he laughed.

"Would you mind?" I asked softly.

"Do you need really it?" he asked.

"I..." I stammered, "I kinda do if you wanna go back to the beach and drink...but just because I'm putting it on doesn't mean I'm gonna have to keep it on for the rest of the night," I added in a leading tone.

"In that case, I'll get it for you," he answered, prior to releasing my areolas. The moment he let them go I cupped my hands over them, resting my palms lightly against my throbbing tips. They were pulsing so intensely from his stimulation that I could feel it in my palms. Never in my life had anyone made my nipples feel this way. He gave me a huge smile as I sat there with my legs wide open and my hands on tits. I returned the smile and with that he opened the door and climbed out, without bothering to close it. I was alone in the backseat for no more than ten seconds before I heard Carol's voice.

"Hey girl, did you lose something?"

I looked around, shocked to hear her voice. A moment later she appeared in the open door. She had a huge grin on her face as she looked at me sitting in the backseat of Scott's car naked. In her hand she had my suit.

"Can I have that," I asked slightly embarrassed.

"Sure," she joked, "but you're gonna have to come out here and get it!"

I peered out the open door as she backed away. I eased myself across the seat and as I did looked around. I didn't see any other cars but even so I really didn't wanna get out. I inched closer and as I turned and placed my feet out the door Carol assured me there was no one around. Even so I was self-conscious. I covered my tits and with my dark bush visible I climbed out of the car and looked around.

"Where's Scott?" I asked.

"I asked him to go down to the beach and grab our stuff," Carol answered, "so did you guys have a good time?"

"Yeah," I answered with a drunken smile, as I looked blindly around the parking lot. The fact I was in the car and my bathing suit wasn't, was probably indication enough that I had a good time. As best I could tell the only other car was Carol's but I really couldn't see straight.

"Oh my god...you're fucking wasted!" Carol beamed.

"So fucking wasted," I giggled, as I looked away from her when I saw Scott approaching. "I have no idea how many drinks I had but holy shit do I feel good!"




A Friend in Need



"So are you and Scott gonna hang out for a while?" she asked.

"I'd like too," I answered, "so can I have my suit?"

"Hold on," she responded, "hey Scott, were you guys gonna hang out for a while?"

"That's our plan," he admitted as he drew closer to where I was standing naked. It was hard to believe but I didn't feel the least bit uneasy standing in the open without anything on, even in front of a guy I just met.

"Are you ok with it?" I asked Carol, as Scott stopped a few feet from where I was standing exposed.

"Hell yeah," she beamed, "I'm so happy you're having a good time, drunkie!"

"So can I have my suit now?" I asked.

"Whatta you think, Scott?" Carol asked, "do you want her naked or dressed?"

"Are you kidding me?" I snapped.

"No shit," Scott laughed, "I want her fucking naked but if she wants to get dressed, I'm ok with that too."

"You're being too nice," Carol teased him, "I'm gonna leave her here for a couple hours. Do you want her naked that whole time or not?"

"Of course I want her naked," he replied, "but I don't want her to be uncomfortable."

"You know what?" I began, as I summoned my courage. I knew I wasn't gonna be dressed for long anyway, so the decision wasn't difficult. Of course being drunk made it easier, "you keep it...Scott and I are gonna have fun so I doubt I'll be needing it."

Carol smiled at my admission and after we arranged a meeting time, midnight, or about two hours from now, she turned for her car with my tanksuit dangling from her hand. I watched her go and as she drove off I felt my heart pounding in my chest. As soon as she was gone Scott moved in front of me and took my right areola in his arousal pinch. While holding pressure on it that made my knees weak he began.

"I think you made the right choice."

"Just so you know," I purred softly, "I've never done anything like this before."

He gave me a huge smile and as he tightened his hold on my right areola he bent down and took my left nipple in his mouth and began sucking.

"Oh god!" I called out. It was the most incredible feeling as he sucked on my swollen tip. His tongue lapped my nipple as he drew my entire areola into his mouth. It was making my legs tremble. I leaned back against the car and allowed my head to fall back until I was looking up at the sky through the trees overhead. His stimulation of my nipples gave me a feeling I never experienced before. I had never had a guy get me so turned on that I would do anything. I heard women say this about some men but I never had it happen to me but as he sucked on one nipple and squeezed the other I felt myself falling under his spell. I began moving my feet apart and as I opened my thighs his free hand advanced between my legs and homed in on my clit. Now that I was so aroused my clit had swelled noticeably, making it easier for him to stimulate it.

My legs continued to open and before I knew it he had two fingers pounding my pussy. His hard finger fucking had me screaming in desperation. His lips left my nipple but he didn't release the one he was pinching.

"Are you ready to have some fun?" he purred in my ear.

"Yes," I moaned, as my passions soared.

"I thought so," he added in a raspy whisper, "so how about we head back to the beach and do some drinking."

"Anything you want, baby" I purred.

His hand moved from between my legs right before my areola was released. His stimulation left me tingling and it was all I could do to follow him when we headed toward the ocean. It wasn't a very long walk and before I knew it we were on the beach, close to the water. Scott spread my towel out.

"Lie down on your back," he began.

I did as he said and a moment later I was flat on my back. He surveyed my pose and had me change it so I was propped up on my elbows. He ran his hand over my breast softly before he resumed, "put your feet on the blanket with your knees bent and spread your legs as far as you can."

I did exactly as he said and with my legs open he moved between them and lightly stroked my soaking wet pussy. His touch felt electric.

"You're very agreeable," he offered.

"I can't help it," I purred.

"I think a woman who's completely agreeable is so fucking sexy," he admitted as he went from lightly caressing my lips to pushing two fingers back inside me.

"Gad damn I wanna fuck so bad," I called out, "I can't believe you got me so wound up!"

"I thought we were gonna have a drink," he teased me.

"You don't wanna fuck me," I moaned.

"I do," he answered, "so how about we have one drink first?"

"Ok," I agreed in a desperate tone.

He pulled his fingers out and with me panting heavily I watched as he got to his feet and with him standing over me he began, "I just gotta run back to the car and get the cooler."

I was about to sit up but before I could he placed his hands on my knees, preventing me from closing them so I could get up, "I want you to wait for me just like this," he offered as he pushed my legs apart again, spreading me as far as he could. I didn't protest and when he released my knees I kept them in place. He hurried off and when he did I allowed my head to lull back. I felt completely vulnerable, exposed on a public beach, but I didn't allow myself to close my legs. I was alone for only a couple of minutes before Scott returned with the cooler. He looked at me lying prone on the beach before sitting down next to me.

He pulled the bottle of Jagermeister out of the cooler and after seeing how much was left he took two cans of Red Bull and poured them in. He swirled the bottle around and took a sip before handing it to me. I gulped down one big mouthful. Scott took the bottle and set it aside. With his hands free he helped me sit up and after that he got me to my feet. I had no idea what was going on as he led me away from the towels. Right now I would do anything he wanted. He led me to the water and into the shallows where the nearly exhausted waves were washing onto the beach. We were in an area that was two inches deep when we arrived and without water a moment later. Scott had me lie down on the sand with my head toward the shore and my ass toward the ocean. I had my legs the same way he wanted them on the towel. I purred softly when a wash of water rushed against my body. I had never felt anything like the way the wave made me feel. Scott pushed down his shorts and before another wave could wash against my ass he was between my legs with his cock inside me.

I groaned my approval as he sank his cock in me and with his hands holding him up he began giving it to me. I bucked my hips and urged him to give me more as my passions raced. He got me so wound up with his foreplay that I was having a hard time holding my orgasm back. I wanted to cum but we'd only been fucking for a minute. I was damn near out of my mind when my climax burst out. I began calling out wildly and pumping my hips. Scott slammed into me and the waves raced around my body. It was a sexual high unlike any I'd known. Even after several minutes I was still in the midst of a massive release of sexual energy. Scott's pounding cock sent shivers down my spine. My climax stretched on but it began to weaken. The feelings were fading slowly and as they did my shouts of ecstasy began to diminish. Scott kept hammering away until suddenly it was hit turn. For the second time tonight his hot cum poured into my pussy. It was a second huge wad of cum and once I had all of it his hips ground to a halt with his member impaling me.

"God damn, I love the way you fuck me," I laughed out giddily.

"I'm glad because we still have two hours," he offered, "and poor Cindy's got nothing to wear...I hope you know I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you."

"I don't know if I'd say poor Cindy," I teased him, "I can certainly think of worse problems to have."

He stayed on top of me for several minutes before he got up. I was covered in sand and with my head loopy, he took my hand and led me into the water. We didn't venture in far but we advanced deep enough for me to wash off. I couldn't stop looking at my big heavy tits. It barely registered that I was naked in public. Even when I was running my hands over my bush it didn't bother me one bit. I felt a freedom that I never felt before. I think part of my calm was the fact I had a sexy 18 year old standing next to me and he was naked. Scott led the way back to the beach and along the way he picked up his shorts but he didn't put them on until we reached the towels.

"How come you put your shorts on?" I asked through a drunken grin.

"No reason," he answered with a smile, right before he pinched down on my left nipple.

"Ohh," I purred, "again?"

"Not yet," he whispered, "I just wanna have some fun with you."

"Oh god...that's not fair," I whimpered.

"So whatta you think Cindy?" he began in an amorous tone, as he watched himself teasing my nipples, "is this what you expected when you asked me to have a few drinks with you?"

"No...not even close," I gasped.

"So what did you expect?"

"Nothing," I purred, "I thought we'd have a few beers."

"Hmm," he grinned, as he deployed his other hand in order to put pressure on both nipples, "so it never crossed your mind that you might end up naked...not even a little?"

"Ohhh," I moaned as the pressure increased, "god...I told you...fuck...I've never done anything like this before...oh, you just have no idea...how about you?" I moaned, "is this what you expected?"

"Nope," he answered with a smirk.

"What?" I asked, as he eased up on the pressure briefly, "what'd you expect?"

"It's not what I expected but what I planned," he admitted.

"What you planned?" I asked softly, "what'd you plan?"

"I don't think I wanna tell you," he teased.

"C'mon," I purred, "you can tell me?"

"Do you really wanna know?" he responded as he increased the pressure until I wailed in ecstasy. I was barely able to eke out that I wanted to know and once I did he resumed, "so how do you feel about oral sex?"

"You're funny," I purred, "is that your way of asking me to suck your dick?"

"How about this, you suck my dick and I'll tell you," he offered.

"I haven't given a blowjob in a long time," I purred, "so I might be out of practice...now how about you get them shorts off and lie back on the towel like you had me lying before?"

His hands left my nipples and once he was undressed he sat down and leaned back on his elbows with his legs bent and wide open. Our eyes met and as we stared at each other I got onto all fours and crawled toward his rock hard pole. My tits swayed under my body and they felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each. I never remembered them feeling so heavy or my nipples being so enlarged. His eyes were on my tits as I crawled over him. I didn't stop when I reached his cock but instead I kept moving over him until I was able to drag my tits over his erection. I worked them back and forth over his stiff cock and as I did I could feel him flexing himself.

"God damn, that feels good," he offered.

I only purred and smiled as I made several more passes over his cock with my soft tits. My playful means of arousal was making him insane. He was squirming around and pushing his cock up against me as I administered my breast massage.

"So you ready to tell me?" I asked softly as I moved down his body. He grunted that he was but he didn't say another word until my lips were wrapped around his cock. I propped myself up on my elbows, allowing my tits to hang as I began moving slowly up and down his pole. I'd made half a dozen passes when he began.

"Oh damn," he moaned, "I don't know who you're kidding about being out of practice."

I brought my right hand forward and wrapped it tightly around the base of his cock before I lifted my head, "tell me what you planned...or no more blowjob...and lover, I wanna know everything."

"Ok," he agreed and once I had his cock between my lips again he resumed, "so when you and your friend stopped me and she said you wanted someone to hang out and drink with you, I figured it was some kind of setup. I mean, c'mon, we got blondie saying that MILFie with the big tits wants to drink with a stranger? So I'm thinking, fine, ya'll are fucking with me so I'm gonna fuck with you. If MILFey wants to drink, then I figured it might be fun to get her shit-faced...and teach her a lesson."

I grunted as he said it, wondering what he actually planned. I didn't stop sucking him off to ask and I didn't have to. My mouth on his pole motivated him to resume, "yeah so once your friend left and you had a few drinks in you, I was gonna call some of my friends to come hang out with us. Just a couple, you know, like four or five. Then we were gonna have some fun."

"Oh my god," I purred, at hearing his admission. It was a part of a short break I took from blowing him. I resumed a moment later and as I thought about what he said I really began putting some effort into it. It didn't take long after I increased my pace before Scott began moaning that he was getting close. I didn't let up and a moment later he was pumping his cum into my mouth. It had been ten years since I last gave head and I was out of practice enough that before I could trap his cum in my mouth I ended up swallowing about half of it. At that point I elected to swallow all of it. I leaned up when I was done and through a huge grin I pushed myself up onto all fours. Scott sat up as soon as he could and while looking me in the eye his hands moved under my body and lightly rubbed my nipples.

"So whatta you think?" he asked softly.

"I dunno," I answered, still kind of shocked by his admission. I wasn't upset and I made sure to tell him as much before asking him something, "so you really think I would have let you take my suit off if your friends were here?"

"I'm not sure," he laughed, "but I'm thinking with enough drinks and the right motivation, you'd have done it."

"You certainly know how to motivate me," I moaned as he took hold of my nipples and used them to stretch my tits downward. I allowed my head to drop so I could look at my breasts under my body. He had them pulled taught, "oh god, so what happened?"

"I found out how cool you were," he answered.

"Mmm," I purred, "I can't believe you would have done that to me."

"C'mon," he urged as he helped me change position. His hands rarely left my chest as he took me from all fours to flat on my back. I looked at the stars over head and listened to the ocean in the background. The setting was idyllic, especially when Scott began playing with my nipples again. He was seated on my side so as he playfully rubbed my nipple with one hand he slid the other over my stomach toward my bush. I was trembling with anticipation as his hand advanced and just as he reached the neatly trimmed patch of brown hair between my legs he resumed, "open your legs for me."

I did as he asked and with my thighs parted his hand began lightly tracing circle in my pubes. He did this for a moment before he spoke up, "so just imagine, you're even drunker than you were before and you're lying here barely able to move," he purred, "and there are hands caressing you everywhere," he added as his hand moved from my bush to my soaking wet pussy. I moaned and arched my back as he began feeling my sex.

"Ummm...so am I wearing my bathing suit?" I asked softly, interrupting his oratory.

"Yeah," he answered, "but you're not sure how much longer you're gonna be able to keep it on because the hands between your legs are making you crazy," he explained as he sank his finger into my sex. I called out approvingly, "you can feel the hands on the straps, pulling them down, exposing your tits. You wanna stop it but before you can you feel the pressure on your nipples," he added as he applied pressure to my nipple until I moaned. "This is when you realize you can't stop it...you're so horny that you can't help but do what you're told. The lower your suit slips the more anxious you become until you're naked. You've been aroused for so long that you can't help but spread your legs and once your legs are open..."

"Oh god," I called out a second later as I began to cum. I couldn't believe he fingered me to climax but with me cuming like crazy he kept pumping his finger and pulling my areola. His story resonated in my mind as he drew my desires out of my body with his hands. After three years of masturbation I thought I knew how to make myself get off but I wasn't even close. I never came like I did when he was feeling me and by the time it was over I was out of breath. Scot didn't say anything after my writhing orgasm as his hand rested on my breast.

"That was amazing," I purred, before adding in a confident tone, "but I hate to disappoint you but there's no way in hell I'm letting six guys feel me up much less get me naked. You got the wrong girl...now my friend Carol, she might play that game."

"I know she's your friend but I don't really like her," Scott admitted, "she's too bitchy for me."

"She's gonna be so disappointed when I tell her you don't have a group sex fantasy with her as the star," I teased him.

"I have a different kinda fantasy for her," he joked, "I'd like to get her drunk and fuck her brains out on the beach and then leave her there without any clothes...that would teach her a lesson!"

"So you don't like her and she gets the fuck and run, me you like and I get gangbanged?" I laughed, probably speaking the word gangbang for the first time in my life.

"I dunno," he chuckled before we were interrupted by my cell phone. I picked it up and saw I had a text message from Carol. My vision was barely good enough to read the message.

"Carol's here," I announced to Scott.

"Did you want me to go get your..." he joked, while motioning to my body. I smiled and nodded, which sent him on his way. I didn't have any qualms waiting naked on the beach and within a coupe of minutes he was heading in my direction with my suit. He stopped a few feet away and began, "I sent Carol home. I told her I'd give you a ride."

"Ok," I agreed, "so whatta you wanna do now?"

"How about you decide," he began with a grin.

"I dunno," I giggled, "I told you I never did anything like this before."

"Did you want some ideas?" he offered, "or better yet, how about we make it multiple choice? Would that be better?"

"Uh huh," I snickered, completely enamored with him.

"Ok," he began, "first choice, I wanna get dressed and chill out. Two, fuck that thing, I ain't wearing it, I wanna drink and fuck till sunrise," he added, making me laugh.

"You're funny," I giggled.

"Three," he resumed, "I wanna wear it and get drunk with you and your friends. Four," he continued as I smiled again, "put that thing in the car, then I wanna get drunk with you and your friends."

I burst out laughing again and once I calmed myself I began, "are those all the choices?"

"There's one more," he replied, while smiling, "five, oh god baby, I'll do anything you want...just tell me."

I laughed hysterically again and once I calmed myself I looked him in the eye. He set my suit in front of me and as I pondered my choices he reached his hands forward and took a light hold of my nipples. He didn't pull or squeeze them but instead he just kept light pressure on them, just enough that I knew he was holding me.

"I dunno baby," I purred softly, "it's a tough decision."

"I can pick for you if you want," he offered, while increasing the pressure on my areolas.

"I know what you'll pick," I purred.

"Is that so?" he asked, while gently pulling on my tits.

"Number four," I eked out.

"Good guess," he laughed.

"So whatta you think I'm gonna pick?" I asked as I groaned approvingly.

"The obvious choice is the first one but I don't think you're gonna go there," he began, as he put a little more pressure on my nipples he resumed, "if I were a betting man, I'd say the third one."




A Friend in Need



"Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised at his answer since I was serious considering this one, "what makes you say that?"

"Curiosity," he admitted, "you're wondering what might happen if you got drunk with us. What I said before got you thinking...and now you're curious. You're pretty sure that you won't end up naked but you're not 100% sure...and that's got you to thinking."

"Is that so?" I asked skeptically, not letting him know how close to the mark his assessment was. "What if I told you I was thinking about number three because I wanna meet your friends?" I asked playfully.

"I'd say they're gonna be happy to meet you," he offered, as he put a little more pressure on my tits.

I was really nervous and I didn't come out and say it right away but after another couple of minutes of having my already highly aroused nipples pinched and pulled I spoke up, "gimmie my suit and call your friends," I began, "tell them I wanna do some drinking."

After spending so much time naked it felt kind of strange to be dressed again, to feel the suit pressed tightly against my tits, flattening them down as well as the lining pulled tightly between my legs. The other oddity was Scott's friends. An hour after meeting them I was still on my second beer and they hadn't even come close to putting a hand on me unless you counted the handshakes when I was introduced. They were surprisingly polite for a bunch of teens and about their only flaw was their inability to look at me without first looking at my tits.

"Lemme guess," Scott began once we were alone. The guys had ventured off to pee, leaving the two of us behind, "not what you expected?"

"No," I admitted.

"Kinda figured you'd be naked by now?" he laughed.

"Not so much," I joked, "but I figured I'd be drunker than I am."

"We were just getting to that," he assured me, "I mean I told the guys you wanted to get drunk and they've been wondering what's up with the delay."

"And?" I asked, eagerly, maybe too eagerly.

"I told them when they gat back we're gonna have you do a shot line to kinda get things started," he advised.

"A what?"

"You'll see," he laughed and after taking a look around he playfully pinched at my tits. I didn't stop him until I heard voices nearing.

Once the guys were back, Scott made his announcement but it wasn't until he and I were walking up the beach that he explained the term 'shot line'. I said I wanted to get drunk and this would get me on my way. In our wake the guys were spread out along the beach, standing in the shallows about every hundred feet. Each had a Jager bomb in hand. All I had to do was run to each guy in order and drink the shot that had for me. I gave Scott a big smile when we reached my starting point.

"So did you make this up for me?" I asked playfully, before we kissed softly.

:Actually no," he answered, "I saw it on spring break," he added, "but that shot line was like ten dudes long and all the chicks were wearing bikinis."

"Well thank god I'm not wearing a bikini," I laughed, as Scott put his hands on my hips and pulled my lower body against his.

"My cock is so hard just thinking about you running in a bikini," he purred in my ear.

"Is that what this is all about?" I asked in a seductive tone as I worked my hand between our bodies so I could feel his cock. He was as hard as a rock, "or are you thinking about how drunk I'm gonna be after I do this?"

"You're gonna be shit faced," he promised, as I groped at his cock and after allowing me to rub and grab his erection for a minute he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "just so you know, when this comes off," he added, while mischievously tugging on my shoulder strap, "I'm locking it in my car and you're gonna experience your first nude sunrise...of course sunrise is four hours away but I think we can find something to do to pass the time."

I began trembling as he said it and I was still shaking slightly when we kissed. After our lips parted he headed off to take his position in line. Scott would be the last person I got to. His shot would be the last one before my final dash to the towels. The longer I waited the more nervous I became. I was consumed with doubts but nonetheless when I heard Max, the closest guy in line to me, scream go, I forgot about my inhibitions and started running. My feet splashed in the water and I ran as fast as I could toward him. I was close enough that I could see his silhouette the entire time. I was kicking up a ton of spray and despite my tanksuit my tits were bouncing like crazy. I stopped in front of him and took the cup. I was panting heavily but with him calling for me to drink it, I sucked it down. I handed him the empty and took off. The water level rose and fell as I headed for my second stop with Max at my side.

"C'mon Cindy," he called out, "you need to fucking pick up the pace."

"I'm trying," I called back. I never realized how far a hundred feet was to run until I had to do so with something shouting for me to run faster. I was out of breath by the time I got to Curtis and it was all I could do to accept the cup. The pair urged me to drink and I succumbed to their pressure since it was part of the fun. I gave the empty back and with the two of them running at my side, we headed for the next guy in line. The shots took about no time to hit me so by the time I was pouring down the third, as the guys cheered, I was starting to feel it. The water slowed my progress on the next leg and every time I slowed the guys called for me to run harder. I was starting to feel even more inebriated and as a wave rushed in, I stumbled and crashed into the shallow water. For the first time since our opening handshakes the guys put their hands on me. The grabbed my arms and pulled me up. Once I was standing they prodded me on. I was running as hard as I could but my increased laughter and decreased motor skills were hampering my efforts. I couldn't believe I was only halfway done!

I sucked down my fourth shot and with my entourage now at four I ran for the next guy in line. Curtis and Alex were on my right and Max and Kenny were on my left as I plodded through the shallows. Their voices rang in my ears as they shouted encouragement. The depth continued to change and like I had on the last leg I ended up face down in the water before reaching the fifth guy. It couldn't have been but a minute or two since my last fall but I felt like I was so much drunker. This time the guys didn't pull me up but instead they stood around me and called for me to get up. I was laughing like crazy. It was all I could do to get onto all fours before falling flat on my face a second time. This brought forth more laughter and then a new round of shouts for me to get up. I spent damn near five minutes struggling before I finally got to my feet. I was so dizzy by the time I got to Will's shot station. I took the cup and chugged the contents before handing it back and taking off. I could see Scott in the distance but long before I got there a wave wiped me out. I went down with a splash and rolled onto my back, laughing like crazy.

When I looked up after I recovered there were five guys standing over me, calling for me to get up. I struggled to get onto all fours and then upright but after a handful of steps I was down again. The guys were shouting play by play for Scott since he wasn't there to witness me floundering in the surf. Scott was right, I was drunker than I'd ever been and I knew it was gonna get worse! It took me forever to get up and when I resumed moving there was no running. The long delay as I tried to get up allowed the shots to catch up to me, so when I set off for Scott I was staggering badly. It didn't help having the guys jogging at my side, shouting for me to run. I was laughing like a lunatic by the time I got to Scott and the last shot of my run. I poured it down and a moment later I was lying face down in the water after falling. I was serenaded by laughter and calls to get up. I did and after managing a few more steps I went down again.

I never imagined I could get this drunk or that I would want to. Until tonight my drunk days were a thing of the past, now here I was running on the beach as six guys called for me to run faster. For a fleeting moment I imagined myself playing this game in a bikini. I also knew if I had been wearing a bikini I'd probably be topless by now. It was hard for me to take more than a couple of steps without falling down, especially with the guys moving all around me.

"How much further?" I called out between burst of laughter.

"Fifty feet," Scott answered.

"C'mon Cindy, get up...you're almost there!" Curtis urged.

"I can't!" I called out, "I need help!"

"You have to do this by yourself," Scott called out over the guy's voices, "I told you the rules."

I made one more try to get from all fours to my feet but with the world spinning I barely got to my knees before I fell down again. I rolled over and lying flat on my back in the shallows I burst out in laughter.

"I can't believe I'm this fucking trashed!" I called out at the top of my lungs, punctuating my statement with some hysterical laughter. I was done and I knew it. I couldn't see straight and I damn sure couldn't think straight. I knew the plan was for the guys to get me drunk but I had no idea I was gonna end up incapacitated.

"Please help me up," I begged, laughing the entire time.

My begging prodded them to act. They took my hands and hoisted me off my back. My legs felt like they were made of jell-o so standing without assistance was out of the question. I had one guy on either side of me with my arms draped around their shoulders. They had to all but carry me to the blankets. They sat me down and without additional support I fell back. Thankfully Scott was behind me so he was able to keep me from smacking my head. He helped me lie back and with my lying on my back. I had the biggest drunken smile on my face as I looked up into his eyes. He returned the smile right before his hands that had been on my shoulders came down my body and onto my tits. I was about to protest but before I could he pressed is lips against mine and began kissing me. I couldn't help but respond to his kiss and caress. His soft lips and strong hands felt amazing.

I was so into what he was doing and before I realized it, the night was progressing lie he said it would. I went from making out with him as he felt my tits to making out with him as his friend hands roamed over my body. I was basically defenseless. My arms were straight out to the sides and my legs were open. They took advantage of both these things, especially between my legs. It felt so amazing as their hands ran up and down my inner thighs, rubbed playfully over my bush and stroked my vulnerable crotch. The combined efforts of this made sure my legs continued to open. Scott's hands moved off my tits as we kissed but quickly his hands were replaced by four more.

When I told Scott I wanted to hang out with his friends I think in the back of my mind I knew it might come to this. Being aroused in so many places at one time, by so many hands had my passions soaring in minutes. My back arched and I forced my tits forward. It was unlike anything I'd felt before. Their hands completely controlled me and they knew it. I didn't flinch, not even when I felt my arms being moved to my sides.

"Whatta you thin, Cindy?" Scott purred as our kiss broke off, "you ready to get rid of this?" he inquired as he pushed the straps off my shoulders toward my upper arms.

"Yes," I moaned as many of the hands between my legs converged on the dark blue strap over my pussy. They were pressing and rubbing my pussy, as several fingers had gotten under the elastic. They were teasing my labia.

The guy worked as a team to pull my suit down. The guys at my sides pulled the strap down my arms and as they did Scott pushed his hands down the front of my suit and onto my bare tits. I leaned up to kiss him and as they bared my breasts, he and I were making out. Different hands grabbed my suit once it was below my tits so as Scott and I kissed, two sets of hands returned to groping my tits. This time Scott joined in so as my breasts were squeezed and groped he reverted to areola attack mode, pinching both and keeping the pressure on them. As if I wasn't complicit enough, his control over me made sure I did what they wanted. I was trembling with anticipation as I felt my suit pulled past my hips and onto my thighs. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted to be naked. The guys saw to spreading my legs once my suit was off and with my sex bared their hands returned. It felt a hundred times more intense as they felt me without the suit.

The guys were surprisingly quiet, considering the circumstances. Scott broke off the kiss but he didn't release my areolas. With my mouth uncovered I began moaning like crazy. I was tingling everywhere and my juices were flowing. I called out when I they began fingering me. It was so much to process.

"How you doing, Cindy?" Scott purred in my ear.

"Ohh," I moaned, as the fingering increased in conjunction with several fingers rubbing my clit.

"Whenever you're ready," he whispered, "you just say the word."

"You know I want it," I eked out drunkenly.

"Tell us," he urged, "tell the guys you wanna fuck."

His words sunk in and a moment later I spoke out as loudly as I could, "oh god...I want you guys to fuck me!"

They didn't seem surprised by my admission and they didn't react other than to tell me in low tones how bad they wanted me and how much they wanted to give it to me. I was so ready and as the all out groping wound down, I felt my legs being positioned. I couldn't see that far but when I felt a cock entering me I knew it was Scott. He eased into my sopping wet pussy, filling me with pleasure. I could hear the guys off to my sides talking as I took his cock. He had my legs positioned with my knees bent and with his hands on the towel he began putting it to me. Even after so much great sex with him tonight his cock felt glorious, pumping steadily between my legs.

"Did you need a hand?" one of the guys asked as I felt my right leg being pulled further open.

"Thanks," Scott answered, right before my left leg was pulled to the side, spreading my sex further.

"So I take it you really like this?" another asked, as I felt pressure on my areola. I called out as he pinched down and with my passions on the verge of overwhelming me I yelled yes. Someone joined in on the other nipple, putting pressure on my areola and forcing my engorged tip outward.

"God you have huge fucking tits," one of them praised. I wasn't able to speak but I did scream in passion when he began sucking on my exposed tip, while squeezing my areola. By the time they were sucking on both nipples I started calling out that I was cuming. Scott pounded my pussy relentlessly as I came, expelling so much energy. They got me so hot and now I was starting to come down, however with the attention they were giving my nipples, I continued to be excited. Scott shot me full of cum for a fourth time tonight and as he dismounted the hands on my knees continued to pull my legs apart so once he vacated my pussy I was completely spread. I was still so wound up and I only added to this when I thought about my most secret place, spread open. I could feel the ocean breeze against my burning hot lips.

I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to get fucked again so soon and I got my answer a moment later when Alex moved between my legs. He guided his cock into my hole and with me so well-lubed he had no problem gaining entry. He slipped deep inside me in a single thrust that made me call out. My pussy was so sensitive and once he began moving it drove me wild. No cock had ever felt this way before. I was totally aroused and my vagina was extremely receptive. His cock stoked my fires, as did the guys sucking and squeezing my nipples. It took him almost no time to give me an orgasm. I didn't even know it was about to happen until my body tensed and I began calling out again. For a second time I experienced a tremendous release of desires. Alex gave it to me nice and steady as I came and as my brief climax began to fade, he joined me in cuming, pumping more cum inside me. I felt every lance of cum pouring into me and as he withdrew I allowed my body to relax. My back went straight and my moaning quieted.

I didn't ask what was happening but I allowed my diminished senses to tell me. I felt the hold on my right leg changing. The warm hands that were holding me open were replaced by hands that were cooler. Alex was helping hold me open. I tried to see who was mounting me but before I could look up, I was overcome with pleasure as a fresh cock sank into my pussy. He didn't waste any time in putting it to me and as this newest cock had its way with my sex, I felt a hand on the side of my face.

"Cindy," Scott purred in my ear, after moving my long brunette hair out of the way, "I locked your suit in my car," he teased me."

"Ok," I groaned, knowing there was no way I wanted to wear it right now and after this what did I have to hide? "Scott?" I called out weakly.

"Yeah?" he whispered.

I turned my head to the side and resumed, "god damn baby, who's fucking me?"

"Will," he answered.

"Oh god Will," I called out as I reached my arms out to the sides until they were fully extended, "you feel amazing!"

"So do you," he answered, "I can't believe how soft your pussy is...god, your pussy feels like silk!"

I moaned and began to thrash around a moment later as another powerful wave of desire raced through my body. My back arched and my hands clenched. The intensity of this climax was so much that my toes curled up. I couldn't contain myself. My reserved bedroom persona succumbed to the amazing sensations. My matrimonial sex never inspired me to scream at the top of my lungs, much less let it be known what I wanted. When my ex and I had sex I moaned and grunted.

"I'm cuming," I called out, "fuck me...c'mon baby, fuck me harder!" I added. Will put it to me as hard as he could and with my tits being sucked and my legs being pulled open, I couldn't stop cuming, "oh god...that's the way...oh yeah..."

Will's hard sex left me panting by the time my orgasm stopped and on the heels of my huge sexual release he let me know he was about to cum.

"I wanna feel it," I blurted out, "lemme feel your cum baby...don't hold back."

His cock erupted in me a moment later. His thrusts became uneven but they were still great and they continued to be great until he was finished. He pulled out, leaving my pussy dripping cum and tingling. The guys kept the pressure on my thighs, holding me at the ready. This time, one of the guys putting pressure on my areola moved away and as a fresh set of lips began sucking hard on my swollen tip, a new cock was moving between my legs.

"Oh yeah!" I called out as I was impaled again. My pussy continued to feel extremely sensitive and it seemed that the more they fucked me the more intense the feelings, "you feel amazing!"

He grunted and began putting it to me, hard and fast. I bucked my hips and begged him for more. I still didn't know who was in me and I didn't ask. I took his cock and loved every second of it as he split my aching pussy with one powerful thrust after another. I was definitely starting to wear down but this didn't prevent yet another massive release. It was every bit as intense as the ones that preceded it and as I came my brains out I screamed wildly for more. He did his best and with me getting everything I needed, he let me know he was getting close. We came together and as his cum poured into me in a series of hot waves, I clawed at the sand. My shouts began to fade as my desires waned.

"Oh god," I muttered when he was done, "who was that?"




A Friend in Need



"Curtis," he answered, as he pulled out, leaving my burning hot snatch vacant. The leaking cum tickled as it ran down my opening and between my cheeks. The cool ocean breeze only added to the sensations.

The change took place again, with Curtis taking hold of my leg, enabling the next cock to visit my pussy. My pussy was starting to get sore but I was still so wet that the next hard cock had no problem entering me.

"Cindy, it's Kenny," he announced as he began unloading on me. I called out each time he slammed me into the towel. It was the hardest any of them had fucked me and while I loved the power of his sex, it worked to his disadvantage in other ways. He put so much into giving me some serious sex that he wasn't able to hold out very long. He did make me feel incredible but he didn't get me to climax before he was ready. I bucked my hips and begged him for his cum as he started pumping it into me. I allowed my muscles to relax once I was vacant and they remained relaxed as I felt a different set of lips suckling my nipple and squeezing my areola. My open legs waited for Max and as he moved between them and guided his cock into my hole, I sucked in my breath. It was hard to believe I could be this desperate for sex after getting my brains fucked out for the last hour. I urged him to fuck me hard and once he was giving it to me like I wanted, I began to respond. My lust was high and my orgasm was building from the moment he entered. It wasn't taking looking for the sensations to build to critical. I began cuming only a minute after penetration and with my body writhing and bucking he pounded my sex until I had nothing left. My body went limp and my shouts went silent. Max kept putting it to me for only a short time longer before I was pumped full of cum again.

When he dismounted the pressure being exerted on my legs abated and they were allowed to close partially. Even so my feet were spread apart and my sex was still exposed to the ocean breeze. My erect nipples were also left exposed to the ocean breeze as my areolas were given a break. I was sexually drained and my head was spinning. I felt someone kiss me softly on the lips and then after a break a different set of lips pressed against mine. In all five different guys kissed me.

"I'm gonna walk the guys back to their cars," Scott purred in my ear.

"I'll be here," I moaned.

I heard the guys moving off and despite the fact I was alone on the beach I didn't close my legs. By the time Scott returned they were even further apart.

"Sunrise is still a few hours away," he purred in my ear, "why don't you get some rest and I'll wake you up."

I agreed to this and a moment later my world went black. The next thing I was aware of was a warm rush between my legs. I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. Scott and I were sitting in a pair of low beach chairs in several inches of water. The sensation that woke me was an oncoming wave rushing between my open legs.

"Good morning," he offered, as I looked at the brightening sky. I didn't once look around the beach to see if we were still alone. I didn't even care. The sun was about to rise and as he took my hand and squeezed it, another small wave rushed in and flooded between my legs. I didn't notice it at first but when I looked over I saw that I wasn't the only one naked. As the sun peeked over the horizon I thought back to last night and I had no regrets whatsoever. We held hands tightly as the sun rose and with the light reflecting off the ocean I turned to Scott when he called my name.

"So?" he asked mischievously, "how are you feeling?"

"Amazing," I beamed, as the first rays of the sun hit my naked body. What more could a woman ask for?



A Friend in Need



My best friend Carolyn and I spend a lot of time together. We live next door in our apartment building, and she is at my place or I am at hers almost every day.

We are both unemployed, on unemployment compensation, due to the recession. Our husbands are both still working, thankfully.

My name is Sue, my husband is Dave, and hers is Rick.

If neither one of us has an interview, we might spend all day together. There is not much of interest on TV, so we surf the web a lot.

One day we came across a porn site, and for fun we watched some of the free trailers. We saw a lot of hot sex, and that brought up some interesting conversation. We laughed about some of the lame acting, but we didn't laugh about the big stiff cocks.

Like women will do, we talked about our sex lives with our husbands. Positions, foreplay, techniques, orgasms or the lack thereof. Married sex can be pleasant, but also it can be too routine.

We clicked on one trailer that was about anal sex, and we giggled when the guy started to push his hard cock up the woman's asshole. Our reactions became different after that.

When the guy had it all the way in, I said "How awful! I would certainly not like that!" Carolyn didn't say anything, but by the look in her eyes and the expression on her face I don't think she thought it was awful.

She really surprised me when she took out her credit card and ordered the DVD with the whole movie that the trailer advertised.

"I can't believe you want to watch more of that," I said. She was a little embarrassed, but she said "Sorry, but it turned me on!"

I asked her if she had ever done it with her husband, and she laughed and said, "He would never do anything interesting like that. He would refuse if I asked him to, and probably think that I had become a slut."

I said that I had never done anal either, and I was not about to, although my husband was horny as a hound dog and would probably do just about anything.

We finished up that day just surfing sites with women's clothing and shoes and stuff. We didn't buy anything due to our tight budgets, just shopping for fun.

I saw less of her over the next few weeks. When I asked her why, she admitted that she had been spending a lot of time watching the DVD she ordered. I think she really went off the deep end, because she told me that she would get completely naked, and masturbate while she watched the different scenes.

She was slightly humiliated, but we are good enough friends that she told me it was very erotic for her. She said she had wanted to try it for a long time, and the video just brought it to the surface.

I asked her again if she was going to try to convince her husband to do it with her, and she said "No chance!"

I replied that my husband would have his cock up my ass before I finished asking him. I could see the wheels of thought turning in her head.

One day she brought the DVD over and persuaded me to watch it with her. I watched it with morbid curiosity, but she was very aroused. I was afraid she was going to pull her pants down and play with herself right in front of me.

I said "My God, Carolyn. What are you going to do about this?"

She replied "I am going to come right out and ask you. Do you think Dave would be willing to fuck me in the ass?"

I was more than a little shocked. "What? Are you crazy?"

Carolyn said, "I am not trying to steal him. I do not want to do a spouse-swap. I just need to feel what it would be like to do what the women in my DVD do."

"I would want you to be in the room with us. There doesn't need to be any hugging or kissing or affection of any kind. There is not even any foreplay required. He could just shove it in me and fuck me. Please!"

I was dumbfounded. My husband Dave fucks her while I watch?

"I don't know what to say. I mean, a friend in need and all that, but this could cause trouble."

"If Rick ever found out, what do you think he would do? He may not be adventurous about sex, but I bet he would be furious."

Carolyn had obviously given this some thought. She suggested that if Dave could call in sick or just take a day off, we could get together at our apartment. The two of us would never talk, and Dave would not dare brag about it and get punched in the mouth.

I said, "My head is spinning. Let me think this through for a day or two."

The next night, as Dave and I were in bed having a little pillow talk, I told him the whole story. About how she had ordered the DVD, became obsessed with it, and finally how she asked if he would do it to her.

He tried desperately to not look too interested, but he failed. I said "Can you believe it, she wants me to watch you fuck her up the ass!"

He tried to soft-sell me on the idea. He said, "Well, you two are such good friends. And if there were no romance or affection, if she was just using me like a sex toy, maybe it wouldn't be bad. Especially if you were there to observe and supervise."

I said "Nice try, mister. We both know you are hot to trot on this! If I let you get away with this, you are going to owe me big time!"

He kept up his line of B.S. and said "Really, Honey, I would just be doing it as a favor to you, and to help Carolyn out."

I finally said "OK" and he looked like a homeless man that had been offered a steak dinner.

So the arrangements were made. The next Monday he called in sick and Rick left for work at his usual time. Dave wouldn't touch me all weekend, because he wanted to save up a load for Carolyn. That didn't please me.

Carolyn came over at 9:00, dressed in a loose fitting jogging outfit. She looked embarrassed, but obviously determined to get what she was craving. Dave looked like steam might come out of his ears.

To break the ice, I offered coffee, and we sat at the kitchen table for a few minutes. Dave was impatient, and he said, "Let's get started!"

We walked to the bedroom, Carolyn holding my hand. Dave started stripping off his clothes, and I helped Carolyn with her jogging warm-up. She didn't have anything on under it. Soon the two of them were nude, and Carolyn was staring at Dave's already stiff cock. She said, "I can see why you are so happily married!"

I stifled a laugh. Maybe Rick was not just dull, maybe he was under-equipped.

I had some liquid lube sitting on the bed, and I said "Go ahead, Carolyn, put some on him." She blushed, but she went ahead and put the lube on Dave's cock, and stroked back and forth to get it all over.

She was unsure what to do next, so horny Dave said "Just lie face down and I will get in position over you." She did what he asked, and spread her legs just a little. Dave climbed over her, supporting himself so he didn't crush her, and put his legs outside of hers.

Carolyn remembered what she had seen in the DVD, and reached back to spread her ass for him. Her little pink asshole didn't look like it would ever take Dave's big cock.

But where there is a will, there is a way, and he began to push it into her. She inhaled sharply when the tip went in, and then whimpered like a scared kitten as the rest of it slid in. Dave was considerate; he pushed it in slowly.

I kept eye contact with her as he wiggled, pushed, and worked it into her ass. Her expression was in between apprehension bordering on fear, and hot lust. She searched my eyes for reassurance that it was going to be OK.

I was quite surprised that he got it all the way in and she didn't complain. She even spread her butt cheeks more so it would go in further. She held still while he began to slide it in and out carefully.

She asked, "Is that all of it? I want it all!" She began to mumble things like "Oh God! Fuck me! Shoot your load in me!"

Unlike the DVD, this was beginning to turn me on. I moved down to the foot of the bed, so I could look up between their legs, and I had a nice view of his cock sliding in and out of her stretched asshole.

I felt a little playful, so I reached up and fondled his balls as he steadily fucked her. I could tell he wasn't going to last very long, because he was speeding up and breathing hard.

When he shoved it all the way in and started to cum, I reached under his balls and put my finger on the tube that the cum pumps through. I felt four or five big spurts go through on the way into Carolyn, and I knew she felt them too.

I expected him to come like that, because he had been saving himself for her for three days. I didn't expect what happened next. Carolyn had an orgasm too, even though nothing was even touching her clit.

She must have been really excited to be finally acting out the fantasy she had been masturbating to for weeks.

While she grunted and squealed, Dave smiled at me and whispered "She is squeezing my cock!"

We all just held still for a minute, and then I went up to the head of the bed to look at Carolyn. Her eyes were glassy and out of focus, and she was breathing through her mouth. She had definitely just been fucked into another world.

Dave did not pull his cock out, and I asked him what he was doing. He said "I am just going to rest for a few minutes, and then I can start over." Her tight asshole helped to maintain his erection, and she didn't object.

Soon he was fucking away again. Carolyn was now stretched open and full of slippery cum, and Dave went fast and furious. This time he grunted like an animal when he came.

He pulled out after a minute, and sat on the edge of the bed. Carolyn didn't move, she was limp. I just watched, but I have to admit I was aroused.

Dave got up and headed toward the bathroom, and Carolyn finally got up as well. I helped her into her warm-ups, and we walked back to the kitchen. She said, "I can't thank you enough. I have never felt so fulfilled."

Dave joined us, and Carolyn said "Thank you!" to him as well. He looked spent, like he really needed the sick day off.

He perked up, though, when Carolyn said "I don't mean to be pushy, but could we do this again?" Dave jumped in, and said, "I could probably get away with a sick day every month."

I saw how badly they both wanted it, so I agreed. I bet most men would say I am a wonderful wife. And Carolyn will never find a better friend.

Carolyn left to go back to her apartment, she said to sleep, but I said "Do not watch that god damn DVD again!"

When Dave and I were alone. I hugged him and kissed him, and I said "Maybe you could do that to me sometime."

He is such a trooper, he said "How about tonight?"

Thanks to Carolyn, our sex life has been heated up.



A Friend In Need



A friend of mine needed his computer checked for some virus issues so one day I stopped by to see if I could fix it. He said that he had to leave for a while but that the front door would be open, since I only lived a couple of miles away. I went in and got working on the computer trying to find what the issue was. I don't usually do these kinds of favors but he had a smoking hot wife so I jumped at the chance of seeing her. 

From the day that I met her I always had a desire to fuck her brains out. She had dark hair and a darker skin complexion which suited her face very well. She has a nice little body with hips like grip handles for doggy-style. Her hair at shoulder length only brings out her pretty round face. I could never understand how a guy like my friend could score a chick like that but he was much older than her and that put things in perspective as she must have been young and naive when they met. 

Suddenly I heard the front door open as she walked in... early from work. 

"Hi" she tried to smile, and it was obvious that she was in a bad mood. 

"Hello" I replied "home already?" 

"Yeah I got tired of listening to my boss' bullshit so I bailed early" she said putting grocery bags on the kitchen table which was nearby where the computer table was located. 

"Did you find out what is wrong with it?" she asked as she walked out of the kitchen. 

"I just got started" I replied trying not look at her tits as they were bulging from her tight shirt as she walked towards the living room. 

"Well I am going to change into something more comfortable" she said as she took off her shoes and walked to her bedroom. 

"Sometimes it hurts to look good" I said as I watched her ass sway side to side in her tight dress. She looked back smiling and took a quick glance at crotch. I went back to working on the computer as thoughts of her went through my mind. I started imagining her clothes dropping to the floor as they rubbed against her curvaceous body. Those pants caressing her muscular thighs as they slid down her ample ass. Just then the door opened and she came walking into the room wearing a yellow cotton sundress that complimented her dark skin as well as her body hugging it in all the right places. If she was wearing any panties it must have been a thong because I could not notice any as I stared at her ass with my mouth open. 

"Thirsty?" she asked putting her hands on her hips standing at the kitchen counter. "Uh... beer please" I managed to utter as I pretended to go back to working on the computer. She handed me the beer and went back to pull some dishes from the dishwasher. We kept talking about every day stuff as she complained about her rough day at work.I watched her bend over time and time again that dress sticking between her meat mounds of her ass every time. I was so hard I was in pain. And just as I was adjusting my cock she happened to glance back. 

"Do you have a hard on?" she asked in disbelief. 

"Sorry I can't help it but you're driving me crazy with that dress" I said glancing up and down her body. 

"You bad, bad boy" she grinned throwing the towel she had in her hand. I was surprised by her reaction as she walked over.

"I'm just a man" I said. 

"Well are you going to do something with it or are you just going to walk around with a hard on all day?" she laughed looking at my bulge. 

"How about a little help" I said.

She reached down and grabbed hold of my cock rubbing it up and down. 

"Mm nice cock, this might be just what I need after a day like today" she purred. 

I stood up and kissed her as my hands kneaded her firm and round ass cheeks. I pulled her dress up and laid my hands on the bare skin of her ass sinking my fingers in the middle and spread her cheeks apart. 

"Follow me" she whispered taking my hand as I followed her into the bedroom. I walked behind her and pressed my cock on her ass as she placed her palms on the bed balancing her. I lowered my hands to grab the hem of her dress and raised it over her ass all the way to the small of her back. The sight of her bare ass in front of me made my cock twitch as I dropped to my knees and buried my face on her ass. My tongue darted into her pussy spreading her puffy lips. I wrapped my mouth around her shaved and smooth pussy my tongue exploring her inner walls.

"Ah-hum" she moaned placing her hand on the back of my head. 

"Your pussy is delicious" I managed to say as two fingers replaced my tongue and I finger fucked her.

"Don't stop" she said as she pushed my head back in and my tongue went straight to her puckered asshole licking around it and occasionally probing it with the tip of my tongue. "Oh God" she said her body trembling as my tongue worked her ass and I used my thumb applying pressure on her clit pinching it between my index finger. She backed onto my face trying to push my tongue further in her ass. I went back to licking and sucking her moist pussy which was dripping with juices by now.

"God Eddie never did this for me" she panted talking about her husband. 

"Well he is a damn fool because I love eating your pussy" I responded as I took her clit in my mouth sucking on it as if it was a thick milkshake. 

"OHHH YESSS" she moaned her body moving uncontrollably now as she was nearing an orgasm. I wanted to make her cum so I moved my tongue over her sensitive clit flicking it in all directions. 

"Oh fuck I'm coming" she moaned as her whole body froze and I wrapped my mouth around her pussy as a river of juices flooded my mouth. She grabbed my hair as she lowered her body on my face leaving me out of breath, but I didn't care as her pussy juice filled my mouth. After a few seconds she regained her composure and she laid her head on the bed breathing heavily. 

"Shit that felt good" she mumbled her breath still heavy as juices ran down the insides of her legs. I scooped it up with my tongue as she laughed and said "I will reward you just give me a minute". I got up on my feet and took off all my clothes leaving my hard cock dangling. She removed her dress as she turned around and dropped to her knees. 

"What do we have here" she said as she wrapped her hand around my cock and started sliding it up and down. 

"Somebody needs a release" she hissed as she raised my cock up and wrapped her lips around my balls, which were ready to explode since I had not jerked off in more than a week. 

"I want you to fill my mouth" she moaned just before she took my head in her mouth and started moving her head up and down sucking on my cock. I grabbed the sides of her head and pushed my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around it and her tongue working my cock. She grabbed my butt with one hand as she used the other one to play with my balls. 

I was in heaven as I watched my cock slide in and out of her pretty mouth her lips clamped around my cock, I knew I couldn't last much longer. 

"Oh fuck yes" was all I could mutter as my head started hitting the back of her throat making her gag. She took it out of her mouth making the sexiest slurping noises. 

"I need you to fill my mouth full of cum" she said as she took my cock back in her mouth and was now sucking it as deep as she could in long slow strokes. 

"I'm cumming" I said as I felt my balls tingle. I spurted loads of cum inside her warm mouth and she gulped every drop. 

She got up and we exchanged a very long kiss swapping our juices with each other. My cock was still hard as it pushed on her stomach her perky tits pressing into my stomach. I grabbed both of them and pressed them together as I let my tongue wander from one nipple to the other flicking my tongue over her nice hard nipples. I had watched these very tits bounce under her shirt a thousand times and now here I was sucking on them like a baby. I turned her around and held her from behind as I guided my cock into her wet pussy. 

"Sooo thick" she whispered as the head of my cock spread her pussy. I leaned down and kissed her neck and then her mouth as I pushed my cock even deeper into her hot snatch until I was buried balls deep. We just stood still there both of us savoring the feeling. I pulled out and pushed her head down. She got the hint and bent over placing her elbows on the bed as she curved her spine and spread her legs positioning that ass right in front of me. 

"Ohhh yes" she moaned as my head skid inside her.

I started fucking her pussy with long slow strokes. Feeling my movement she started backing up and slamming against me just before my balls touched her pussy. 

"Your pussy is so tight Ana" I said as her ass bounced against my body my cock pistoning in and out of her moist tight snatch. 

I knew she had a good body but I was even more amazed after seeing her bent over with her legs spread. Her ass was meaty but not fat and her legs were defined and muscular. Her ass cheeks shaking every time I was buried balls deep as she let out small moans. I knew I was going to enjoy this since I had just cum. We fucked like this for a while our bodies covered in sweat, her pussy taking a beating with every thrust of my cock. 

"Come on give me that dick" she said panting.

I reached forward and grabbed her by the back of her hair which gave me more control of her movements and started fucking her faster and harder now pounding her pussy. 

"Oh God yes" she started getting louder. 

"Fuck yeah?" I groaned slapping her ass. 

"Slap me again... harder" she moaned lowering her hand to play with her clit. 

I slapped it again and again as I watched my cock disappearing between those butt cheeks. 

"Give me that nice thick cock" she panted as she milked my cock with her pussy. I kept pounding her pussy even harder now probing her ass with my thumb. 

"Ah fuck" she yelled. 

I just held my cock in and enjoyed her pussy milking my cock as her ass moved in circular motions until my cock popped out. She pulled me on the bed and she leaned down and grabbed my cock. She held it at the base with one hand working the head with her mouth making smacking sounds every time she took the head out of her mouth.

"You are one cock sucking slut, you know that?" I said in disbelief. She had always seemed like such a traditional lady, yet here she was giving me the best blowjob I had ever had.

"Yeah, well you keep fucking me like this we might need the PC repaired more often" she giggled. 

"Are you ready for your ride?" I asked grinning. 

"Are YOU ready for the ride?" she answered as she straddled me guiding my cock in her pussy and sunk it in all the way. 

"Yeah baby, go ahead, take all that frustration out on my cock" I smiled grabbing hold of her hips. 

"You want me to punish you" she grinned slowly riding my cock. 

"Yeah show me the kind of slut you can be" I moaned. 

She placed her hands on my chest pressing her tits together between her arms. Her nipples were as hard as nails her hips gyrating on my cock in a forward-backward motion. I just relaxed and let her do the work. She slid her legs under my legs and started bouncing on me. As if her pussy wasn't tight enough already she was contracting her pussy walls working my cock really hard now. She moved up slow only to thrust back down until she was balls deep. Her face grimacing as both of us grunted. 

"Ride it baby" I moaned as I lay there my friend's wife riding me like a mechanical bull. Her tight pussy swallowing my cock with each movement as her ass bounced against my body.

I grabbed her hips and slid my body a few inches behind her. I planted my feet for support as I drove my cock up and down her pussy. I massaged her butt cheeks as my hips picked up the speed. 

"Oh fuck yes" she squealed when she felt my balls crashing against her puckered asshole with every thrust. Her tits bounced up and down her nails digging into my chest to the point where it hurt. She stood there frozen her mouth wide open as I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. I pulled her head down burying my face in her breasts my cock still pounding her pussy as I grazed her nipples with my teeth.

"Ah shit yes" she panted grabbing her ass to spread it open. 

"Give it to me good baby pound that pussy" she squealed dropping her head down. I slowed down and was now fucking her slow but hard making sure to push as much cock inside her soaking wet pussy. I could feel my balls getting ready to shoot soon as they bounced off of her pussy. 

As if her pussy wasn't tight enough already she was contracting her pussy walls working my cock really hard now. Her face grimacing as both of us grunted. 

"Oh God I'm coming" she moaned as her body trembled and she froze. I wasn't far either so I grabbed her hips and started fucking her pussy fast her juices washed down my cock. She just sat there her eyes closed as I felt the surge rushing through my balls.

"Where do you want it?" I grunted.

"Come inside me" she said and slowly started meeting my thrusts.

I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy one last time as I spurted shot after shot of cum inside her warm pussy.

"That's it pump it in me" she moaned.

She dropped on top of me as we lay there both of us spent after a fuck like that. 

"We are definitely doing that again" she said as we got dressed up before her husband came back.

"Did you fix it?" he asked as he walked in.

"I have to come back to install some more stuff, When would be a good day?" I asked glancing at his wife.

"Tomorrow afternoon" she responded before he could talk.

"Honey I have that dinner with my client" he complained.

"I will be here!" she countered.

"Tomorrow it is then" I said.

To be continued...



A Friend in Need



I was walking home rather tipsy from another lousy party. 

Well, maybe a bit more drunk than that. I couldn't believe I had actually wasted my time like that. Why did I even go?

I'd gone for one reason and one reason only. I wanted to get laid. I hadn't had sex for 5 months and I was getting desperate.

My roommate and best friend, Kate, had talked me into going. 

"If you don't go out, you'll never meet a guy," she'd said. She was right off course. So I went.

What a waste of time. Don't get me wrong. There were a couple of really good-looking guys at the party, but most of them were already spoken for,

and the rest were complete assholes. So I decided to go home. 

As I approached my flat I already knew that was a bad idea as well. I could clearly hear Kate having a good time with her boyfriend Frank.

I could hear her moans as Frank obviously was giving her a good time. One thing about Kate, when she enjoyed something, she let the whole world know,

and right now, she was obviously having the time of her life. I didn't know what Frank was doing to her, but I envied her.

Kate, bless her, knowing of my frustrations of not finding a guy had decided not to have sex while I was around. I really appreciated it. I love her.

Don't get me wrong, I meant as a friend. She was the nicest person I had ever met, so selfless and considerate to other people.

She deserved the fuck she was having. 

I slowly turned the key to the flat and sneaked in. Didn't want to interrupt anything. I quietly went to my bedroom, though with the noises them two 

were making, I didn't think I needed to make much effort.

I got undressed and went to bed. I normally wear pyjamas, but it was hot so I had settled for sleeping in my knickers. As I lay on my bed, trying to 

go to sleep, my head was spinning. Not sure if it was the excessive alcohol or the noises from the Kate's bedroom. My hands slowly drifted to my boobs, 

gently squeezing them as I imagined what my friend was up to when all of a sudden it went quiet. I started to think they'd finally stopped when Kate's 

moans started again, louder this time. What on earth could give her such a pleasure. My imaginations were driving me mad, and my hands started moving

all over my body. I was soaking wet, my fingers rubbing my pussy, when I suddenly realised what I was doing.

"Damn, stop it!" I told myself. This was not what I needed. I wanted a real dick, not some imaginative stuff that couldn't fill me.

I turned over in bed and pulled my pillow over my head. Were they ever going to stop?

I lay there for what felt like ages, but was probably just a couple of minutes, when I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I got up and went to Kate's bedroom, ribbed the door open and loudly said:

"PLEASE! Can't you keep the noise down a b..." What had I done? How stupid could I be? It must have been the alcohol, it must have been!

They'd both stopped what they were doing, staring at me.

But what met my eyes was beyond anything I could have imagined. Kate was lying naked on the bed with her legs pulled as far up towards herself while

Frank's dick was in her...

"Uh, I think Frank kind of missed the target?" I said hoarsely. Damn, that alcohol again. When will I ever learn to shut up!

"What do you mean?" Kate asked, smiling. How could she smile at me like that when I'd just interrupted her?

"Uh, he's up your ass!" I stammered, tears starting to get in my eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... It's just..." 

I turned around, ran to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. Now I felt really miserable. Not only couldn't I get laid, but I had just stopped my 

friend. How could I do that? 

I heard my door opening and knew Kate was coming in. Off course, kind, considerate, selfless Kate was more concerned about me, than the fuck of her life.

Great. Now I felt better.

I sensed her sitting on the bed next to me, putting an arm on my back.

"Didn't work out tonight, did it?", she said kindly.

"No," I replied. "Look, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Don't worry about it. I can understand."

She started rubbing my back. She always knew what to do to make me feel better. Her hands moved up to my shoulders and started giving them a gentle massage.

My body slowly started to relax. I loved her massages. I had never met anybody who knew my body so well. She would always find the right spots, and right now

I needed it more than ever.

I started drifting as Kate's hands rubbed my shoulders, every now and again moving down my back. I was in heaven. I thought I could even feel hands rubbing

my legs, slowly massagin all the stress and frustration out of my body.

Kate started kneeding my ass cheeks. I was a bit surprised, because she'd never done that before, but it felt so good and with the hands continuing to rub

my legs, I didn't even think twice, when she pulled my knickers down.

I moaned softly, as she continued circling around my ass. I could feel my pussy starting to react to the erotic carresses of my body, but it felt too good

to worry about it. The hands on my legs were rubbing up and down my thighs, ever getting closer to my wet spot. Without thinking I spread my legs slightly, 

so those gentle hands could reach a bit higher.

"Turn over," Kate said gently.

I complied, and soon felt her hands on my stomach, gently massaging and rubbing, while those hands on my legs continued to move further and further up.

"Mmmm...", I thought. "Didn't know Kate had four hands, but it felt great."

FOUR HANDS!!!

My eyes flew open and I was shocked to see Kate sitting next to me and Frank at the bottom of the bed, their hands rubbing all over my body.

They were both naked... As was I!!!

I stared at Kate, and she must have seen the panic in my eyes, because she only smiled at me, pushed my head gently back down on the bed and said.

"Don't worry, Liz. It's okay. Enjoy it."

Her hands kept rubbing my stomach, moving up towards my breasts, gently massaging them, while Frank continued to stroke my legs.

"But..." was all I could say.

Kate only smiled at me.

"Relax. This is your night."

I gave in. My body was so overcome with the emotions from their massage and my pussy was screaming at me, that this was my chance for a fuck and I was not 

to let it pass.

I started to relax and when Frank's hands moved closer to my pussy, I spread my legs to give him access.

I felt his gentle hands slowly rubbing up and down my wet pussy, my hips starting to move in sync with his carresses.

Kate looked down at Frank and nodded. He smiled up at her, then at me, and moved forward, placing a kiss right on my clit. 

It was nearly enough to make me cum.

My pussy was soaking, and his tongue started darting all over it. I looked at Kate, who just smiled at me. She started massaging her own breasts as she

was getting turned on by what she saw.

Frank spread my pussy wide with his thumbs before ramming his tongue into my soaking pussy. I gasped and moaned as I was about to explode in an orgasm.

His tongue surged up towards my clit and circled it fast. I screamed out as I was grasped by the first orgasm I'd had in such a long time.

Kate rubbed her pussy hard as I came and I couldn't help myself, but reached out for her and beckoned her to let me lick her pussy.

I'd never done anything like this before, but I was so caught up in the moment, and I wanted to please my friend who had willingly offered her boyfriend.

She straddled herself on top of me, placing her pussy just above my face, so I could see her pussy. I'd never seen one so close before and I was 

mesmerised by the beauty. 

I slowly let my tongue slide up and down her vagina walls while getting used to the sweet tastes of her womanhood. I had never tasted anything like it.

I had never bothered with trying my own juices, thinking it was revolting, but Kate's juices were so sweet and I wanted more.

Kate moaned loudly when I inserted a finger, letting explore and getting used to this new feeling.

Meanwhile, Frank was having a good go at my own pussy. I could feel, I was slowly building up for another orgasm, my hips moving in motion with his teasing

kisses. Kate could see I was getting excited again and her own juices flowed more vigourously. 

"Go on, Frank. Take her. Fuck her hard."

Frank didn't wait. He moved away from my pussy, only for me to feel the head of his cock rubbing against my vagina. I moaned, duck my head into Kate's pussy,

trying to muffle the sounds of anticipation coming from deep inside me.

Suddenly, Frank rammed his hard dick pass the pussy walls and all the way in. I instantly came. My muffled screams and moans must have triggered Kate off as

she came with me in a loud scream. She slammed her pussy into my face beckoning for my tongue to ram her pussy while she was riding the waves of ecstacy.

I complied, though it was hard for me to concentrate, as I was having a huge orgasm myself. My body was shaking from the longing and feeling of finally

having a cock inside me.

Kate's orgasm finally subsided and she climbed off me, allowing Frank more room to manouver. He started thrusting, gently at first, then harder and faster.

I couldn't believe it. I was actually being fucked! And by my best friend's boyfriend!

I moaned with every thrust, enjoying every moment. As I had just come down from my second orgasm, I much doubted, I would get another, so I lay there feeling

an ecstacy of the cock inside me. It had been so long. It felt so good.

Suddenly, Frank pulled out and I looked up in disappointment.

"Turn over," Kate told me. 

I happily complied. I lay on my front, pulled my legs up towards me, so Frank could get easier access.

Frank moved behind me and shoved his dick inside my pussy. We found a steady rythm and I could feel my body starting to respond again.

"No way," I thought. "Can I really be cumming again?"

Kate grabbed my cheeks and started to massage them, rubbing the inside and around the hole. That felt good.

Suddenly, I felt a wet finger pushing it's way inside my asshole. I opened my eyes in shock, but Frank's continual thrusting and the finger inside my ass at

the same time felt great, so I relaxed and my moans clearly showed the couple I was enjoying it.

I felt a second finger around my ass and I started to get worried.

"Please don't," I whispered huskily.

"Relax," Kate replied.

I was too far spent. The continual fuck of my pussy and ass was having it's affect and I didn't make any resistance as the second finger slided in.

It hurt a bit, but in a strange pleasing way. I moaned loudly as Kate moved her fingers in and out of my ass, stretching it and forcing it to get used

to the violation. Frank had slowed down his thrusts in order for Kate to have more room.

I couldn't believe the feelings that was raging through my body. Part of me wanted to cum again, but another part just wanted to prolong these amazing

feeling that were pulling my body apart. I started breathing harder and started thrusting my ass towards Kate's fingers forcing them deeper inside my ass.

"I think she's ready," I heard Kate say.

I felt Frank's dick pulling out of my pussy and Kate gently removed her fingers. I didn't have time to utter any disappontment, when I felt Frank's cock

at the entrance of my asshole.

My eyes flew open in panic.

"No, please don't," I said with a lot less conviction than I meant.

"Don't worry, Liz. It's fine. Just relax," I heard Kate say.

Frank pushed very slowly towards my rear opening. I could feel his dick slowly moving inside, but he soon felt resistance.

"I can't take him," I pleaded. "He is too big!"

"Relax," Kate repeated. "You will like it. Just let him move in slowly."

I felt Frank pushed farther in. It hurt, and I whimpered. Suddenly the head was inside and Frank started moving in and out in very gentle motions.

It felt amazing. With each stroke Frank managed to move a bit further in and the pain started to subside and change to something else.

I can't describe the feeling. My ass was filled with Frank's cock and I was enjoying every minute of it. 

I started screaming for him to fuck my ass faster. He complied and I could hear his grunts as he was obviously enjoying it too.

I was so hot and my pussy was dripping in excitement. I knew I was going to come a third time. 

"I'm cumming!" I screamed. "Harder. Please!"

Frank kept thrusting as hard as he could. Suddenly I felt Kate's hand on my pussy, rubbing my clit.

Frank started moaning, and I could feel he was about to come too.

"Come in my ass!" I screamed. "I want to feel your cum inside my ass."

Frank gave a big grunt and I felt his dick contract inside my ass, spewing liquid far up inside me.

I screamed out loud. My whole body shuddered in ecstacy. It felt like I came again and again. My body shuddering, my pussy contracting and my ass gribbing

tightly around the hard cock inside me, forcing every bit of liquid out of him.

Our bodies finally collapsed in a heap on the bed. I was still gasping for air, still feeling my body jerking as I realised what had just happened.

I looked up at Kate who sat over me, smiling gently.

"Still think he missed the target?" she teased.

I was too exhausted to answer, I just looked up at her, my eyes in shock over the gigantic orgasm I had just felt. I closed my eyes, remembering every

bit of excitement that had just taken place.

"Didn't think so," I heard her say.

Her gentle laughter was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to a pleasant dream.