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What Are Friends For

By: Mr_Neb



- A Ms. Neb Story -

She just came right out and said it. We were just having a casual lunch like we had done many times before. The subject matter was the usual girl talk and then out if the clear blue, she said it. 

"I need to tell you something Julie. Matt's and my sex life is OK but it really needs spicing up. My fantasies have been running so strong lately. They have been driving me crazy."

I just sat there in complete silence. I didn't know what to say. As she kept talking, there seemed to be an increasing sense of desperation in her tone.

"My thoughts and dreams have been getting so erotic lately but I'm so timid that I can't seem to be able to act on them. That has just made everything all the more frustrating. I'm scared even telling you this. You have always been so much more adventurous than I am. Can you help me, and us?"

"Am I hearing you right, Ann?" I replied. "Are you asking me to help me improve your sex life?" 

She nodded sheepishly.

"Well sweetie, "helping" can be interpreted several ways. What to you mean here? Are you just talking about suggestions or are we talking about something at bit more, shall we say, participatory?"

She lowered her head and looked embarrassed. I knew what the answer was.

"Ok, but how far do you want this to go? Are you really serious about this? I wouldn't want your feelings to get hurt when it's too late to turn back."

Ann seemed to be relieved at this point. "Oh Julie! I trust you completely. You are my best friend. Whatever you think is best is fine with me."

"Alright Ann. I guess you want me to take control of the situation don't you."

"Oh yes, Julie. Please."

"Ok then. This is what I want you to do. Make a light supper for you and Matt and have it out by the pool. Wear your sexiest bikini. Make it all romantic. By eight o'clock, I want you and Matt to be necking pretty heavy. I'll come in through the side gate."

The plan was set and I must admit I was already getting pretty moist in anticipation of the evening's fun.

I arrived at Ann and Matt's beautiful home right at eight. The summer sun was just setting and it was comfortably warm with just a gentle breeze. From the side gate I could see that patio and underwater lights wonderfully lighted the whole pool area. I entered through the gate wearing only my yellow bikini. Even at this point I was breathing pretty heavy, causing my breasts to swell and strain against the almost too small top.

Ann had done exactly as I had suggested. She and Matt were lying together in a chaise lounge chair. She was partially on top of him with one of her legs slipped between his. They were kissing very passionately. In mid-kiss, Ann glanced up and saw me approaching. Matt, with his eyes close, saw nothing. As I approached, I could see that Matt was pretty excited. His erection was pressing hard against his loose fitting swim trunks. There was a dime-sized wet spot in the middle of them. His legs were moving with lots of body language. He was desperate to have his crotch touched. Ann was adding to his frustration by just rubbing his face, neck, chest and stomach with her hands. She was intentionally avoiding the bulge between his legs.

I knelt down beside them, Matt still unaware of my presence. I heard Ann whisper to her husband, "Honey, keep your eyes closed. I have a surprise for you. Don't be startled. Just go with it."

Matt replied simply, "Ok baby."

Ann continued to lie on Matt but she stopped kissing him. I leaned over and planted a big wet-lipped kiss on him. Matt reacted with a twitch from the unfamiliar contact. He opened his eyes, saw me, glanced over at Ann, realized that all was well, and proceeded to surrender. Our mouths parted and our tongues wetly played with each other. At that point, Ann finally grabbed Matt's cock while we were still kissing. He moaned with delight. With a saliva-covered mouth, I got up and stood before my two best friends lying on the lounge chair.

"What's going on here?" Matt asked to no one in particular. Ann was lightly stroking his big cock, still covered by the thin swimsuit material.

"It's OK honey," Ann answered. "I asked Julie to come here tonight. She is going to help make this a wonderful evening."

"That's right Matt. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I promise to make this very memorable. You're off to a great start. That's it Ann. Keep stroking Matt and make him feel good. Let me put on a little show for the two of you."

The soft music playing in the background was just perfect. I seductively danced while I slowly caressed my body. My hands rubbed up along my thighs, over the string to my yellow bikini, over my waste, and up over the side of my breasts. Just the tips of my fingers quickly passed over my nipples. They were already hard and noticeable through the thin material of the tiny top. I continued my show with increasing intensity. I started rubbing all over my body but initially avoiding my breasts and between my legs. I must say, I was getting pretty turned on by all of this. I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist because the idea of Matt and Ann watching me just added to the excitement. While my hands caressed my stomach and the exposed areas of my breast, I could feel the warmth and wetness increasing between my legs. I was really getting into this. I was really turning myself on!

It was time to increase the heat. I ran my open hands over my breasts, rubbing them, lifting them and squeezing them through the flimsy bikini top. Eventually my hands made their way down between my legs. When bringing them back up, I could smell the sweet scent of my own wetness.

While I was putting on the show, Ann's face was buried into Matt's neck, kissing and nibbling. She had slipped her hand up the leg opening to Matt's swimsuit and was stroking him directly. Matt's eyes where riveted on me but he was returning his wife's favors by massaging her ample breasts and gently tugging at her nipples that were now quite evident through the pink top of her bikini. We were all enjoying ourselves.

"Ann", I said. "Why don't you ask Matt if he is enjoying himself? Does he like what he sees? Tell him everything is alright with you."

Ann had no problem getting the hint.

"Matt, honey. Do you like looking at Julie dance for you? I can tell that seeing her rub herself excites you. I don't blame you. She is such a beautiful woman. She is turning me on as well." 

Ann put her face right to Matt's ear and in almost a whisper she added, "Do you want to fuck her?" She was being intentionally provocative and doing a great job. "Do you want to fuck my best friend? Do you then want to see her make love to your wife?"

"Oh yes baby! I sure do!"

They embraced and kissed. When they were finished, it was time for my exhibition to move to the highest level.

"You two are making me so hot! It is so exciting to see your hand beneath Matt's suit, stroking him like that. My pussy is just dripping with the thought of what he looks like and what it would feel like to have him deep in my mouth or my pussy. Annie, I'll show you mine if you show me Matt's?"

She smiled, took her hand from beneath his suit, and pulled it down, fully exposing him. She resumed her grasp and gently pumped him. He was beautiful! Ann's hand barely made it around its girth. It was quite long, perfectly straight and completely hairless. Ann's caresses kept causing crystal clear syrupy precum to ooze out with each stroke.

"What a beautiful cock you have there Matt! I love seeing a hard fat cock leak precum like that. Let me show you where I'd like you to put that."

I raised my foot onto the corner of the chair, opening my legs. I ran my hand up and down the crotch of my suit and circled the hard bud of my clitoris through the narrow stretch over my pussy. The yellow material was soaked through and easily visible to my two friends. I slipped my hand beneath my thong bottoms and my middle finger instinctively found its mark, right between my slippery pussy lips. It felt so good to feel myself. I withdrew my hand and quickly removed both pieces of my bathing suit.

"My! It feels so good to be here naked. Look at me, both of you. Look how excited I am. Look at how my pussy is dripping with my juices. See it running down my legs? That is all in anticipation of what will happen later."

I moved closer to them, all the while rubbing my pussy and squeezing my large breasts for my friends.

When I was right next to them I said, "Look at my pussy Matt. Can you see how ready I am." I slid two fingers deep into my cunt, almost causing me to come right then and there. I moved them back and forth a few times. The sound of wetness were very clear. My fingers glistened in the romantic light. It was not difficult to smelling how aroused I was.

"Mmmm. That feels so good! Here Matt. Taste me. Taste my pussy juices!"

With two fingers I parted my lips and made another deep thrust into by dripping opening. After withdrawing I moved them over to Matt's mouth but instead of sliding them into his willing mouth, I made sure that I slid the warm slippery wetness all over his lips. His mouth glistened with my juices.

"Kiss her Matt! Kiss you wife quickly! Let her taste another woman's juices!"

He obeyed without hesitation. Before Ann had any time to react, Matt pressed his lips hard against her. His juicy tongue brought my taste deep into her mouth. There were both moaning and licking each other like wild animals! I had to get off! I was driving myself crazy. I wildly began rubbing my clit and sticking my fingers into myself until I came in a thunderous orgasm. I felt warm slippery cum seep out all over my hand and run down my legs. The gentle breeze caused it to evaporate, sending tingles throughout my body. My orgasm was just subsiding when the two of them finished kissing.

"It's your turn now Matt. Show me the beautiful body of your lovely wife."

Ann relaxed and laid on her back on the lounge chair. Matt lifted Ann's leg, showing me the damp soaked crotch of her tiny bikini bottoms. He deftly removed her top, releasing her luscious breast. Her nipples were so taught and erect. Matt pulled the tie string of her bottoms and in moments we were all naked. I continued to give Matt directions.

"That's it Matt. Kiss those beautiful breasts. Lick her nipples to get her even more excited. Oh yes Matt! Show me her pussy. Yes. Part her legs. Spread her pussy lips. Let me see her. Yes, like that. Oh my! Rub her gently Matt. Rub her mound and beside her beautiful lips. Yes, like that. She love that, see? She's so pink, juicy and inviting. She is dripping! Put them in her. Put your fingers inside her. Oh yes! Now make her come! Fuck her with your fingers. More! Faster!"

Ann was wildly thrashing on the lounge and screaming. "YES Matt! I'm coming! Oh it feels so good! I love you! I love you Matt!"

There was no mystery that Ann had her climax. I could see her pussy clench down on Matt's fingers. Like me, Ann sputtered plenty of cum during her orgasm. Matt's hand, Ann's thighs, and the chair were all wet.

While Ann temporarily recovered, I took Matt by the hand and had him stand up. Ann just lay there and looked over to us. Matt was a beautiful man. He was perfectly tanned and just the right physique. His hands and arms were strong and his stomach was flat and toned. He stood before me. His eight inch cock was sticking straight out from his body, his large balls were hanging tantalizingly below. I squatted in front of Matt, holding him at the hips to steady myself. I intentionally spread my legs in a very unlady-like way. The cool air continued to excite my pussy and my juices just continued to drip to the ground.

"Watch me Ann. Watch me. I'm going to give you a lesson on how to suck cock! All I ask is that you play with yourself the entire time."

Matt looked straight down at me while I began. I intentionally avoided the dribbling tip and instead, started licking the side of his cock. I ran my extended tongue all along the thick shaft and continued to talk as best as I could.

"Mmmm. His cock is so warm. I can feel the blood surging through it. I want it so bad! Look at me Annie. Look at me suck your husband's cock. See? I'm kissing and licking his balls. Watch this Annie. This drives them crazy! See? I put my fingers into my pussy getting them all wet and slippery. I know this drives men crazy. They really get off watching me rub my own juices all over their cock. They want you to lick and suck your own cum right from their cock. Men love the idea of a woman tasting a woman. Frankly, I love it too! I love sliding his dick across my face, smearing it with warm pussy juice and precum. If I'm not careful, he'll come right there but we don't want that, do we?"

Ann was living up to her part of the bargain. She had propped herself up to give herself a good view. She was busily rubbing her tits, squeezing her nipples and just about every time I glanced over, her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy or rubbing her exposed clit.

"That's it Ann. Make yourself feel good while I continue to suck Matt's cock."

Talking was now more difficult. I slid Matt's juicy cock deep into my mouth causing him to expel a great moan and a huge amount of precum into my mouth. The taste was incredible. His juice was so sweet, thick and quite warm. I had no problem tasting my own juices as well. There was something real exotic about sucking my own pussy wetness from a man's cock.

"Ann, watch what I am doing now. This is very special. It helps a man imagine what may come next. Matt wants to come so bad and he wants to come all over me. Here is how I show him that it is OK."

I began massaging Matt's balls and scratching at them with my long fingernails. I felt Matt grow even harder and bigger in my mouth. My head was moving faster and faster, sucking him in and out of my mouth. I made sure I was very noisy about it and very messy. I took him from my mouth and slowly slid my lips up from the base to the tip of his wet cock. Precum pressed out each time I repeated the stroke.

"Show him you like his taste Ann. Lick him like this."

I extended my tongue and slowly slid the tip through the clear juices that had emerged. Matt groaned and secreted more.

I returned him to my mouth and gently stroked his shaft with my hand. Plenty of sweet syrupy precum coated my willing tongue. I really love doing what I did next. I softly slid his thick member from my mouth. I added lots of my saliva to all that delicious precum and let it flow from my mouth in a slow stream. I intentionally wanted the thickened bubbled mixture to resemble cum in every possible way. I wanted him to know that I loved the idea that he may soon provide me with the real think. I made quite a show if it. I slowly slid Matt's cock across my parted lips while dribbling surrogate cum all around it. 

I really liked this. I really loved dribbling warm saliva from around a man's cock and feeling it warm and wet, flowing onto my breasts, between them, down my stomach and between my legs.

Matt was quivering now and loosing control. I knew that he would come very soon. I grabbed hard at his balls and slipped him from my mouth. Spit covered my lips and chin. I licked his shaft as fast as I could to keep him at the brink without going over. I looked at Ann. She had driven herself to the edge as well. Her breathing was fast and shallow. One hand was wrapped around her giggling breasts, the other was feverishly working at her pussy.

"Talk to me Ann! Talk to me!" I said as best as I could. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to keep going? Matt is so close honey. He is so close to coming! TALK TO ME!"

She was having trouble forming words. There were lots of groans.

"Oh Julie, Julie! I don't know! I've never felt like this. I am so excited! This is all so hot. I never thought it would be so exciting to see another woman suck my husband's cock! You are so beautiful, so uninhibited, and so sexy. I wish I could be more like you! I am about to make myself come!"

"Listen Ann", I continued while still slobbering all over Matt's magnificent dick. "Your husband needs your help. He is going to have a coronary if he doesn't come soon. Do you want me to do it? Do you want me to suck him to orgasm."

"ANNIE!", Matt shouted.

"Oh Julie! Oh Matt! I'm coming. I'M COMING! Make him come too Julie. Do it!"

It wasn't easy but I managed to start sucking hard on Matt while still looking at Ann. Her whole body shook and quivered while she made herself come. Her hand just froze with several fingers thrust deep inside herself. Erotic wet sounds came from between her legs. It was impressive. When her climax ebbed, her hand fell away to her side. Her legs were straddling the lounge, fully exposing herself to me. The brilliant pink flesh of her inner folds was soaking wet and contrasted sharply against her dark tanned skin. A small pool lay between her legs. I could smell her cum from where I was.

It was time to relieve poor Matt of his problem. When I was sure that Ann had recovered enough to watch me, I went to "work". I was like an animal. I was sucking wildly. Saliva was flinging all over. My breast where dripping. The saliva trickled down between my legs and joined with my juices before dripping away. Several times I brought the slippery wetness from my pussy and rubbed it all over Matt's thrusting cock. I had no hesitation to licking it all back off again. I could tell this was adding to his enjoyment.

My first indication was the deep grunts Matt started to make. His legs began to buckle and I was afraid the he would not be able to stand through to the end. I felt his balls in my hand lift up closer to his body. His cock was very deep in my mouth at that time so the swelling at the base was felt by my lips. Precum slid into my throat for the last time.

Matt threw his head back and let out a loud groan. My tongue, resting all along the engorged shaft, felt the knot of Matt's orgasm rocket through the entire length. A strong burst of cum pressed hard at the back of my throat and filled every void not occupied by the spurting member. Instantly my tongue was coated with the man's ejaculate. It was thick, like a milk shake, with a very strong but enjoyable taste. I was no novice to having a man's cum in my mouth but it felt unusually warm. With Matt's impressive cock filling my mouth, there was no way I could hold even that first eruption. Thick white cum began seeping from the around my lips. I felt it trickle from my mouth, coat my lips and begin to cling to my chin. 

With Matt just beginning his orgasm, I wanted this to be a spectacular sight. Both of my friends where watching me. I opened my mouth very wide. Matt could see how his creamy white semen was coating the inside of my mouth and my tongue. I flicked my warm coated tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock while he continued to spurt. A streak ran across my cheek and into my long blonde hair. I made no attempt to control anything. Another squirt spattered against my upper teeth causing some to slide into my mouth and the rest to cling to my lips and face. Other spurts struck my tongue and dangled in obscene threads. I made sure that Ann could see every long spurt strike me somewhere on the face or in my mouth. When Matt could no longer generate long strands, I laid his cock between my breasts, letting the warm oozing cum collect in my cleavage. Slowly his still firm cock slid through and smeared his sticky cum between my breasts.

When Matt was completely spent, I stood and walked very slowly over to Ann. I watched her eyes dart all over my naked body, stopping at every location dotted by her husbands sperm. His scent was manly, very strong and I loved it. I made no attempt to reduce what had just happened to me. I made no attempt to stop the cum from sliding further down between my breasts. I ignored the droplet that was dangling from my nose and tapping at my upper lip. I wished I could have seen the white streak of cum sliding down my cheek. I made sure that I did not swallow the heady cream that still coated my mouth and lay thick at the back of my throat. I did not wipe away the thick stringy threads that ran from one breast to another.


What Are Friends For?



Graduated! Yes! My best friend Tina and I had just finished school, and celebration had been a long time coming. We had agreed to make another year's go of it together by finding an apartment together, and by signing a one year lease, it made both of us stick to our goals...finding a good job, and maybe a good man too. We had a year to do it, but Tina lucked out with the man part of it early on. She had met Troy at the employment center of all places, but they hit it off right away. They were the same age, but he had just moved to San Diego and was still trying to find a job and apartment. He was indeed hot, really good looking with dark hair, tanned skin, tight body, and some very sexy looking tattoos. A little rough around the edges, more my type than Tina's, but hey, she found him first, and good friends know that means hands off and don't even think about it. Besides, I was more into the new job I had just landed with a great advertising firm. I was really fitting in so far, and life was looking good for Tina and I. 

Tina had been seeing Troy for about two months now, and even though we made an agreement that Troy was not moving in with us, he was staying over with her a couple nights a week. He was a sweetie, definitely not a mooch, but instead helping her out when he could. She seemed kind of distant from him though, like she was not telling him something. Whenever I asked her about their relationship, she would smile, but she was just not saying something on her mind. I was soon to find out what was going on. 

I had come home from work that day a couple hours early. I had a pounding headache that was not relenting, and even though I was new, my boss gave me mercy and let me head out. I pulled into the parking garage at our apartment, and reluctantly drug myself to the stairs. I slowly climbed the stairs to our floor, and as I felt the warm California air on my face, I knew I was heading down to the pool when I got in. I came in and all was quiet, I figured Tina was out, looking for the right job like she had been. I didn't hear a sound as I retreated to by bedroom to put on my bikini, I already felt more relaxed knowing the rest of the day was mine to enjoy.

After I slithered out of my clothes, I dug through my drawer to get my suit. I heard a faint noise, like a slight moaning, so I stopped moving and listened again. I heard the same noise, and I knew it was Tina, she was moaning kind of like she was in pain. I got my robe on and went across the hall to her door. I could hear her louder now from behind her door, but I began to think she was not in pain. She was moaning like a pleasure moan, and I was so embarrassed. I froze, not knowing whether to make some noise so she would know I was home, or just to get dressed and get out and let her have some privacy. Why on earth would she be masturbating when Troy was always around? I should have been the one playing with my pussy in the middle of the day...not her! I was a little irked at the thought so I knocked on the door. 

"Tina...I'm home, I didn't feel well so I left work early. Is that you?" I said through the door. A brief pause ensued, and then I heard her moving about the room. 

"Yes, hold on a sec...I'm coming." she said. Yeah, I bet you were, I thought. I backed up a little from the door so she could answer it, and when the door opened she too was in a robe.

"I didn't mean to wake you, I thought I heard someone, like they were sick or something." I said. She turned red, more than she already was, and for some reason I wanted her to admit what she was doing.

"Oh, yeah, I have some stomach cramps, I was just laying down to see if they would let up." she said, sweat glistening on her forehead. Boy she must have been ready to cum before I surprised her. She was almost breathing too hard for someone "resting."

"Do you want to go down to the pool with me?" I asked, "It might make you feel better."

"Nah, I'm gonna lay down instead. Thanks anyway. You go ahead without me." she offered. I smiled and said okay, as she closed the door. I was kind of giddy at the thought of catching her pleasuring herself. I knew she would be finishing herself off when I went out the door, but I wasn't going anywhere. I wanted to listen in, hear her cum as she played with herself. Hell, I wanted to see it, but I couldn't do that...how could I? My mind was racing at the thought of that closed door flying open and seeing her fucking herself with her fingers, or rubbing her clit with her legs spread. My heart was pounding, and now my pussy was wet. God, how horny was I? More like desperate to get off. I had to quit this, what was I thinking? I began to rummage through my drawer again for my suit, but I couldn't find it. Where the hell was it? I stood straight up, Tina had borrowed it last. She had it, maybe in her room. Could I get it out of there? Now I had a reason to go back to that door and I crept up to it. 

I was acting nuts, my heart pounding, my cunt dripping...I even untied my robe letting it fall open. I listened, hearing nothing, so I slowly turned the knob, the door ever so slightly falling open. I was so shocked at what I saw...it was Tina all right, face down on the bed, ass in the air, one hand working on her clit and the other hand trying to work something in her ass. She was oblivious to anything but her own body, and didn't hear me at all. I spied as she pushed ever so slowly on what I could make out to be a black dildo into her ass. She worked the head in with a popping sound and with that I gasped. She flipped around on the bed, naked and shocked to see me there in the same condition...robe open, naked and shocked! No one said anything for what seemed like forever, until finally I stammered to apologize. "I'm uh, so sorry, I was just going to get my bikini I lent you, oh god, I'm sorry," I was breathless. 

"It's not what it looks like, I was just, uh, well, Troy wanted me to try it, I was gonna try it by myself first." she stammered. I felt like an idiot, a horny idiot. She didn't know what to say, and neither did I. I turned to leave the room, but she yelled, "Wait a sec... have you ever?" 

"Ever what Tina?" I blurted.

"Ever been, you know..." she paused, "Fucked in the ass?"

Was I supposed to answer this??? Help! Oh, let me out of here, my brain said. Stay here and help her out, my pussy said. What should I do?

"Um, Tina, what's more important is you doing it what makes you comfortable. If you want to try it, then I'm sure Troy will be more that willing. If you aren't ready, then say no. I can't help you with that decision." I was struggling. She smiled sweetly at me and patted on the bed for me to come over. In my confusion, I forgot my robe was still open.

"Come here, don't be so embarrassed, we are two educated single girls, we can talk about this." she said. Apparently, my brain bowed out of this conversation and I went over to the bed and sat down. My naked and quite gorgeous best friend wanted me to sit next to her and talk about anal sex. This was definitely a first for me. I pulled my robe shut, and she smiled again. She poked my in the side, and I jumped. 

"Come on, talk. You just seen my in the most compromising position, the least you could do is tell me if you ever had your backside prodded...and did you like it if you did?" she said. She was killing me, I had to be redder than a lobster.

"Okay, here's the deal. Yes, I have, and yes I did like it. Happy now?" I shot back.

"See, was that so hard?" she said, "Now, how do I know if I will like it?" she grinned.

"You looked like you had a good start, so why don't I go so you can experiment?" I started to get up but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the bed. I fell sideways on the bed and my robe fell open again. Before I knew it, Tina was straddling me, naked and sitting on my hips with her dildo still on the bed. 

"Let's experiment together, I know you have to be horny after two months of abstinence." she joked. She reached down and pinched one of my nipples. I squirmed, and all I could do was lay there. She began to lean over me, and I could see her moving in to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and next thing I know, she was kissing me, deeply, wetly, slowly. It was achingly good, like I had needed it my whole life. Oh boy, I wasn't leaving now. I could feel her cunt on top of mine, her tits pressing into mine, her tongue in my mouth. She broke for a second and gently whispered to me, "Will you fuck my ass? I trust you so much...." I wouldn't have told her no if she were the devil himself. "Okay," I whispered, "If you really want to, I will."

She started to slide down my body, kissing me down my neck and chest. She moved slowly and started to suck my tits, swirling my nipples in her mouth. I was dying, ready to cum at the slightest touch. I felt her hand reach for my pussy, still sucking my tits, and then two fingers found their way inside me. I held my breath as she began to fuck me. It felt so damn good. I finally exhaled as she broke our kiss. 

"Cum for me first, cum all over my hand before you fuck my ass." she whispered. She was acting like nothing I had ever seen. I was so turned on as she lay on top of me, fucking my cunt and talking dirty to me. She put another finger in my pussy and her thumb found my clit. She gritted her teeth as she began to fuck me hard, slamming her hand in and out of my crotch. I couldn't take it and I felt my orgasm building.

"Oh god, Tina, I'm cumming, oh yes, oh yes, Yeesssssssss!" I yelled out and my pussy spasmed on her hand. 

"Fuck yeah, cum good and hard" she answered back as she invaded me. I grabbed the back of her neck as the strongest point of my orgasm hit, and I bucked against her. Oh god that felt so good, I thought, I wanted more. I laid back down, and realized I was out of breath. She wasted no time in getting me ready to pleasure her. She began kissing me again, harder this time, like she wanted to suck my tongue out. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her little pussy. I had never done this, but I wanted to badly. I cupped her cunt and like a dog in heat she humped he palm of my hand. Her titties were bouncing as she bucked wildly against my hand. I changed to two fingers trying to find my way to her wet opening, and all of a sudden I was inside my best friend. She rode my fingers like she had never been fucked before. I reached my other hand up to grab her tit, and she moaned out loud. I pushed my fingers hard against the backside of her pussy, stretching her out. 

"Oh fuck yeah, do me, fuck my tight little pussy, yeah, yeah, nice and wet for you..."

She was lost in the moment, ready to cum. I pulled my fingers out and sat up on the bed. "Don't stop now," she begged, "Make me cum." 

"I'm gonna make you cum alright, get on your hands and knees and show me that ass." I growled. I was like an animal, like I had to have her. I grabbed her dildo, the pretty black dildo that brought us to this point. I had to have some lube to assault her ass like I wanted to, and she must have known what I was thinking.

"In my nightstand, get it, make it nice and wet." she gasped.

I grabbed it, Astroglide, my favorite. I slopped up that black king with the intention of fucking her deep in her tight butt. I got behind her, facing her gorgeous pussy and pink asshole. I squirted a glob on her pucker and began to work my finger in.

"Yeah baby, stick it in, fuck my little ass." she said nastily.

I worked my finger in, poking and stretching that hole. I wanted to get her good and wet.

I pulled my finger out and positioned that dick just like a man would. Slowly, I pushed feeling her yield to the pressure. She was moaning loudly, like a slut in heat. Once again, I saw the head of that black dick pop into her ass, and it was so incredible. I let her get used to it for a second, then I went back to pushing in, till I sunk it in as far as it would go. What a slut, I thought. Practicing my ass, she took that dick in her ass like she had been doing it her whole life. In and out, fast and slow, I fucked her ass like she had begged me to. I reached down and stuck two fingers in her pussy while I invaded her butt hole. She bucked and rode like it was her last orgasm. 

"Now I'm gonna cum baby, yessss, let me squeeze that hot dick with my ass...Fuck me deep, oh yeah, here it cums baby, feel me cum baby, oh yeah, like that, harder, oh god, fuck me, Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!!" She sat straight up as she came on that dildo, bouncing it in and out of her ass. I had to stop her to pull it out, and slowly I withdrew it with a nice hot popping sound. Now she was exhausted, I could tell. She flopped down on the bed, sweaty as hell. She was a sight, a gorgeous little slut, satisfied finally. I was ready to cum again, though. She had made me crazy with lust after seeing her like that. I straddled her hips this time, wishing she had a dick. Tina smiled up at me, like she had planned the whole thing.

"Okay sexy," I said, "Something tells me that you knew what you were doing today."

She let out a little giggle, "Yeah, maybe I did. I've always wanted to fuck you."

"Are you okay with Troy?" I said quizzically. "You seem kinda distant from him."

"Sherrie," she paused. "I like boys like in a friend manner, but I'm really more into women. Troy is great, but I don't really have it bad for him. He is probably a great lover to other women, but I just can't stop thinking about tits and ass. I don't know if I'm a lesbian or what, but I know how I feel, and it hasn't changed since I was old enough to fool around. I thought you would freak if I told you, but I took a chance today."

I was shocked, I never ever thought of Tina as lesbian, she never acted like she wasn't interested in men. I didn't know what to say, I felt like this whole event would change everything between us. She must have known I was dumbfounded.

"Sherrie, I wanna make you cum again. Do you wanna cum again?" she whispered.

I knew I did, badly, but was this right? It took me a brief second to decide my life is mine to answer to, and if I wanted to cum, I had every right, no matter who I was with. I rolled over to her side and smiled at her pretty face.

"Have at it." I said. "What else are friends for if they can't enjoy each other's company?"

To Be Continued...



What Are Friends For?



For Amy, who has the first part of this in a much earlier draft, and who also let me know the story wasn't finished yet...

* * * * *

I came home pretty wiped out. The boss had been a king-sized shithead all day, and the maniacs on the road made the trip home a major pain in the ass. The primary thing I was looking forward to was an evening of simply sitting in a comfortable chair and vegetating.

The house seemed deserted when I got home. That was really weird, because usually everybody got home before me. Calling out, I got no answer. Cool. 

Suddenly, I had a burst of elated energy. I had the house to myself! There was no telling when anybody else would get home, but I didn't care. I was going to take advantage of the situation. 

Shucking my clothes right there in the middle of the living room, I reveled in being naked in the most public room of the house. If I have my druthers, I'd rather leave the clothes in the closet and the drawer, but of course, society frowns on public nudity. Damn prudes.

Anyhow, I almost danced into the kitchen to fix an impromptu meal, and within minutes, I had a sandwich and a drink sitting out for me on the coffee table in front of the TV. A few more minutes into my "secret" stash in the closet upstairs and I was prepared for an evening of "laying on of hands".

The tape I'd chosen was a favorite of mine. There was a sort of a story about a father and his daughter, but, as most porn tapes go, the story took a back seat to the sex. I knew the father and daughter in the vid weren't really related, but the naughtiness was what got to me. 

Which was odd, because I didn't really consider incest a possibility in real life. Sure, my daughter had grown from a gawky little girl into a softly curved, beautiful young woman, but I had never really given thought to her as a sex object...

Until that moment.

And subsequently, my cock stiffened at the thought. Without trying, my daughter Amy's body popped into my mind's eye, and wouldn't go away. It was like a moving slide show: I'd catch snippets of little scenes of Amy wrapped in only a towel, on her way from the bathroom to her bedroom; or where she'd forgotten to close her door completely and I saw her in just her tight cotton panties and bra; or in her too-tight bikini, the one she hadn't had time or money to replace before we went on vacation in Florida last year. 

My sandwich gone, my hand wandered to my hard-on. As I watched the sex scenes on the TV, the actors fucking on the screen were replaced by me and my daughter. I knew what I was thinking was evil and illegal, but I couldn't help myself. Amy became the young woman on her knees fondling and tonguing her father's cock, with me in the role of the father. It was my jizz spurting all over the young woman's face, and the face belonged to my Amy.

It was getting so I couldn't tell where the video let up and my fantasy began. My cock was stiffer than I could ever remember it being before, and I swear jacking off had never before felt this good. I was so wrapped up in the thought of fucking Amy's hot, wet teen pussy, I didn't realize I was no longer the only person in the room.

With a start, I discovered the object of my sudden fantasy was before me, in the flesh. Immediately, embarrassment took over. After all, here I was, masturbating in the living room, with my daughter, Amy, standing right there! This was not the sort of display a father normally puts on for his daughter. 

I started to get up, but Amy held out her hand and pushed me back to the sofa. While I wondered what was going to happen next, Amy reached down to the hem of her light sweater and deftly slipped it off. Now, my softening cock was again hard: My daughter wasn't wearing a bra! Her lovely teenaged tits were exposed to my unbelieving gaze, and she caressed her hands up and down her bare torso, finally cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together as if offering them to me.

While Amy pinched her nipples, I reached out to unzip her short little skirt and get that off her, too. To hell with propriety! I no longer cared who this was. All I knew is that it was a beautiful woman and she was coming on to me... And I wanted her!

Amy took her hands from her breasts and again pushed me back to the couch. She then reached down, unzipped her little schoolgirl-like skirt and wriggled her perfect ass as she tried to get it over her hips and off. I was mesmerized by the undulations her hips made as she tried to free herself from the clinging garment. I thought how lucky that skirt was, to be so intimately in contact with her ass.

Finally, the skirt was on the floor, and Amy stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her shoes, knee-socks and a pair of white cotton panties, which hugged every curve of her ass and crotch. The cloth was tight enough, I swear I could detect a faint depression where the material curved around her pussy lips and up and into her pussy. My daughter had never looked better.

Kicking off her shoes, Amy bent over with her butt in my face, and pulled off her socks, then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and wiggled her round ass at me as she inched the cotton material to the floor. Intentionally, I'm sure, Amy bent over until her hands went clear to the floor, then deliberately stepped out of her underwear, one foot at a time. All this time, of course, I had an amazingly unobstructed view of my daughter's wet, warm cunt! I wanted so much to lean in and kiss it...

But before my befuddled brain could get my astounded body to move, Amy dropped to her knees before me and swallowed my stiff cock down her throat in one hungry gulp!

I nearly hit the ceiling when I felt how deep Amy was able to take me into her mouth! She was even better at giving head than her mother! And that's saying something! At that point, not caring much where my daughter had learned to suck cock so well, I just sat back and enjoyed the feeling of the blowjob I was receiving from Amy and her daddy-sucking mouth.

Unfortunately, though, Amy was *too* good at cock sucking, because within only a few short minutes, I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. While I would have dearly loved to fill my little girl's mouth with cum, I was afraid that with the down time my cumming would cause me, that it would kill this fantastic, almost surreal, scene. I didn't want things to end so soon, so I picked my daughter up from the floor, turned her around, and lifted her bodily, slipping her carefully down the shaft of my cock.

Now, believe me when I say it took a herculean effort to keep myself from shooting Amy full of jizz right then and there. Her pussy was so warm, slick and tight that I almost considered it a mistake to have taken myself out of her mouth and slid my hard-on into her cunt. But, I was successful in avoiding cumming too quickly, and once the immediate sensation receded, I began pumping slowly into my beautiful daughter's hot, clutching pussy.

Of course, I built back to the edge of cumming in almost no time at all, so it was kind of surprising when Amy started to orgasm before I did. Her body tensed, vibrated, and while she let out with a panting scream, I felt my balls get suddenly warm and wet. Apparently, Amy was as excited about all this as I was.

Wearily, Amy bounced and wiggled around on my cock, trying to help her poor old daddy out. After not too long, I let out a yell and started to pump my sexy daughter full of hot, sticky daddy-sperm. 

My horny, lovely daughter came again while my cock twitched inside her grasping cunt, and when we both came down from our orgasms, I took Amy in my arms and pulled her in to me, cuddling her while we recovered. Amy let out a little whimper when my softening cock popped free of her pussy, but she then snuggled in close to me.

For a few minutes, we lay there together, just sort of basking in the wicked, wonderful afterglow of our forbidden tryst, then Amy stood up and took her place on the floor in front of me again.

She licked the combined juices off her grateful daddy's dick, lovingly tonguing every inch of my cock and balls. When she was satisfied with her work, she rose up, leaned in and kissed me, sharing the taste of our love with me.

Now, I'd tasted my cum before, out of curiosity, but I didn't really think much of it. Mixed with pussy juice, however, I wanted more.

Getting up, I reached around Amy and pulled her in close, kissing her more deeply. After a few more minutes of kissing, I sat her down, then took up a comfortable place between her legs, where I could get a close-up view of her fabulous pussy, now oozing with both cunt and cock juices.

As I said before, I didn't really think much of the flavor of jizz, but I now wanted to lap it out of my daughter's pussy in the worst way. With little hesitation, and with even less thought about who I was going down on, I dove into Amy's cunt and licked away, scooping up as much of our combined cum as possible.

I felt pretty proud of myself when I was able to bring Amy off twice with my tongue while I ate her pussy. Once I felt I had cleaned her up pretty well, I got up and sat back down beside her, pulling her in close and kissing her as she had done to me, sharing our combined flavors.

Eventually, though, Amy laid down on the couch, putting her head in my lap, and we both settled in to watch the rest of the video together.

I started to wonder what my wife would have thought about this, idly thinking how hot it would be for her to join us, when I was startled by a small sound.

Afraid it was my wife and that she'd be mightily pissed, I turned toward the sound and was surprised once again. 

Instead of Amy's mom, the sound came from Susie, my daughter's best friend. The sound I'd heard was the gasp of a girl on the brink of orgasm. Susie's skirt lay puddled around her feet, and the fingers of one hand were shoved down into her tight panties, and she was rubbing her pussy frantically, watching Amy and my fucking. In Susie's other hand, however, was the digital video camera I'd bought Amy for her eighteenth birthday.

Seeing the video camera, my cock twitched again at the thought of being able to watch myself fuck my daughter again and again, and a different part of me was afraid what would happen if anybody ever found out...

To say I was startled to see Susie would be an understatement. However, watching her masturbate so boldly from watching us was an enormous turn-on. I love seeing women masturbate themselves with their panties still on. It gives the impression that they're so horny they can't wait long enough to get their underwear off to satisfy their swollen little clits. So, I was really enjoying seeing Susie's hand working so hard beneath the material of her panties.

Amy saw me notice Susie and smiled, knowing why I had gotten hard again. With a light kiss on the tip of my again stiff cock, Amy got up, went over to her friend and took the camera from her. After setting the camera down, Amy wrapped a hand around Susie's waist and pulled her in close, then pushed her other hand down into Susie's panties. Both girls' fingers wrestled inside the close confines of Susie's underwear, and Susie writhed on the sensation, not trying to hold back her pleasure any longer.

I was a little surprised to see Amy lean in and press her lips against Susie's. I wasn't aware that Amy also liked girls, but if I hadn't been hard already, the sight would have certainly done so. While my cock throbbed watching the two girls making out, I decided that Amy wouldn't be the only one to taste Susie tonight!

Apparently, Amy had the same idea. Before I could make a move, she broke their kiss, reluctantly dragged her hand out of Susie's panties, and nudged her girlfriend in my direction. 

Susie came over and stood before me, a little unsure of what she was about to do. Of course, her shyness just made her sexier. I didn't know if she was a virgin or not, the kiss she and Amy had shared couldn't tell me that, but I didn't really care. If I was her first cock, then fabulous. If I wasn't, big deal. All I knew at that point was that I wanted to fuck this girl, as much as I had wanted my own daughter.

A frightened look came across Susie's face, and she looked up from her hypnotized stare at my cock and glanced in Amy's direction. Evidently, she received whatever response she was looking for, because immediately, her demeanor changed. From a shy little girl, Susie transformed into a panting, cock-hungry woman. 

With a sultry look, Susie pulled off her oh-so-nicely-filled top, then reached around and released the clasp on her lacy bra. She waited a bit, preparing herself for my reaction, then shrugged the bra off her shoulders and away.

Susie had a really nice pair of teen tits. I love my darling Amy's tits, but Susie's were just a little fuller, and they stood out proudly on her petite frame. I hadn't seen any other real tits in person except my wife's before today, and now I'd been introduced to, I think, two more sets of the most beautiful breasts in the world.

Once Susie was sure I'd gotten a real good look, she grinned and slicked her panties down in one smooth move. Here again was another added treat: Susie's pussy had a thick tuft of hair on it.

Now, don't get me wrong: I love pussy. Any color, hairy or not, I love pussy. It just happened that my wife keeps her pubic hair shaved because she knows I like being able to see what I'm getting right up front. And my Amy's cunt was beautifully trimmed, as well. So, Susie's fuzzy muff was amazingly arousing, in contrast.

With a coquettish smile, Susie started to turn around, to give me a good view of her shapely woman's form. She still had on her knee-socks and shoes. I never really understood the whole "dressing like a catholic schoolgirl" thing before, but the implied innocence simply added to the naughtiness of seeing her out of the "uniform".

As Susie turned, I drank in the sight of her intoxicating body. Her body was perfectly shaped, her her tits in perfect proportion to her size, her legs amazing, but I quickly discovered that Susie's ideal feature was her ass. When her fabulous butt spun into sight before me, I immediately reached out and grabbed her hips, stopping the turn with her back to me.

I don't think I'd ever seen such a perfect ass. My fingers caressed the soft globes for a moment before cupping each in my palms, then gave a gentle squeeze. Susie moaned a little at having her butt played with, and I quickly thought, "If she liked that, she'll love this!"

Again reaching to her hip with one hand, the other pressed into the small of her back. Susie got the idea, and slowly bent over, making her ass cheeks part, revealing her damp, furry cunt lips and tightly puckered little asshole.

For another moment, I absorbed the sight before me. My mouth quirked into a little smirk as I imagined what she was anticipating, and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise when I speared my tongue into Susie's tight, pink little butt.

Apparently, Susie had never played with her asshole before. Certainly, she hadn't had anybody else play with it. It didn't take very long, though, before the high pitched squeal of surprised delight was replaced with a low purr of pleasure.

I flickered my tongue all over this girl's fantastic ass, and Susie made the most wonderful sounds to let me know I was doing the right things. Reaching out while I rimmed her, I found and clamped down on the girl's stiff, dangling nipples. I think Susie came right then and there, with my tongue in her butt crack, and my fingers roughly kneading her taut nips. The sounds were definitely right, and her movements on my tongue indicated she was having a terrible time controlling herself.

When I leaned back for a breather from my delightful task, I discovered that Amy hadn't been content to stay back away from the action to film it, and had brought the camera up and was presently pointing it at Susie's sweating, panting face. I was pretty sure she had probably also filmed my tongue dancing around her best friend's butthole. That was fine with me. Right now, the only thing on my mind was to get as much of this young woman's body as I possibly could, and if I could re-live it on video again and again, that much better.

One way or another, I was going to get more, so I pulled Susie down next to me on the couch, so she could rest for a bit. Throwing an arm around her, I mugged for the camera, then looked over and saw Susie smile weakly in Amy's direction, too. 

When I was sure Amy had gotten a good shot of the two of us together, I pulled Susie into me. Susie lifted her face to mine, and we kissed. This was a much different kiss than I had ever gotten from my wife, and different even from the one I had shared with my daughter. Susie was a lot more unsure of herself, so she was much more tentative, more submissive, than I was used to. The gentleness of her kiss made my cock seem like it grew another half inch, and another degree harder. I was amazed at how this was affecting me.

After a few minutes of this, I realized that Susie wasn't about to make any more first moves than she already had. It was up to me to make myself and this girl feel good. Well, I was pretty sure I was up to the task. 

Gently, I pulled on the back of Susie's head. She got the idea and leaned over, grabbed my stiff cock in her slender hand, opened her mouth, and took as much of me as she could. I could tell she was trying to deep-throat me, because every once in a while, she would inch her way down the shaft, then gag her way back up. While I appreciated the attempt, it wasn't a very attractive sight, so I caressed her hair a little and whispered for her to only take what she could. I didn't want to turn this girl off to giving head by thinking she had to deep throat every guy she fucked.

Once she was assured I was happy with whatever of me she was able to take, Susie gleefully went to town sucking and licking my cock and balls. While she was definitely pleased with my stiff dick, Susie seemed even more fascinated by my scrotum and the firm nuts inside. She licked my balls, and marveled at all the movement that occurred when she tickled them. For a little while, she lay there with her head in my lap, gently stroking my cock and watching as my balls stretched and contracted on their own. 

When she'd had her fill of that show, Susie rose up again, and to my surprise, opened wide and gulped me down to the base. I nearly shot off deep in Susie's throat, but managed to hold back. Not that I wouldn't have gladly given her a mouthful of my creamy jizz, but as with Amy, I wanted to deposit it elsewhere.

Susie whimpered her disappointment when I pulled her off my cock, but when I took her hand and urged her to stand, she got the picture. She kept her back to me, expecting me to take her in the same position I had my daughter, but instead, I turned her around, again placed my hands on her hips, then pulled her in again. When her knees hit the couch, she climbed up and positioned herself so she could slide down the length of my cock. 

Oh my god, was this girl tight! Whether she'd been fucked before or not, her pussy was the tightest I'd ever been in! Thank god her juices were running so freely, or I probably would have never got in. An ecstatic moan filled the room as Susie settled her pubic bone against mine. Somehow, I got the feeling she'd never been stretched this wide before. And I probably wasn't the thickest cock she'd ever have in her, either. This girl was in for some wonderful surprises.

I just sat back and enjoyed the show as Susie rocked back and forth, and occasionally lifted herself up and slid back down my shaft. Watching her teen tits bounce as she rode my cock was a treat in itself, but what I really liked seeing were the looks of contented ecstasy mixed with wanton lust. 




What Are Friends For?



All this while, Amy was still moving around us, getting close ups of both our faces, kneeling down and getting shots of my cock sliding in and out of Susie's hot cunt, meanwhile rubbing her own pussy while she filmed.

A part of me wanted Amy to join in with the two of us, but I wasn't sure I could take on both of these little vixens at once: I most definitely wasn't as young as I used to be! Besides, with my lovely daughter "manning" the camera, there would be an enormously erotic record of this evening's activities. I'm sure both Amy and I, and probably Susie as well, would want to watch this movie again and again!

Susie was becoming a wild woman, and a few times, she squirmed so violently that I thought she was going to hurt herself. I couldn't tell if she was cumming, the signs seemed wrong, but then again, everybody's orgasms are different. If she was climaxing, it was the longest damn cum I'd ever seen. Susie's body thrashed, I swear, for over two solid minutes, with a low moan issuing from somewhere deep down in her throat. 

My own cum was nearly there, and watching this hot little slut getting herself off on my cock was pulling me ever closer. Finally, just as Susie started to calm down a little from whatever the fuck was happening to her, my cock throbbed, and I yelled as I pumped a hot, sticky load deep into my daughter's best friend.

The moment I came, Susie started to vibrate again, and I found out that she *hadn't* actually cum earlier. Her scream nearly deafened me, and I felt a wet warmth cover my balls. Susie was a squirter! Fantastic! I truly hoped Amy got a shot of Susie cumming all over me. I didn't know, because my eyes were clamped shut tight as I squirted my own juice into this blazing girl! 

Once we were both breathing more normally, Susie regretfully stood up off my cock. Amy was still filming, and I noticed she was getting a good shot of both my cock and Susie's pussy. The amazing thing was, Susie was still so tight, nothing leaked out!

Now, granted, I had already cum, so I probably didn't give Susie nearly as much jizz as it felt like. Nevertheless, I expected at least a *little* bit of our lovemaking to show. 

I didn't have much time to worry about it, though, because Susie knelt on the floor, and started to lick my messy cock and balls clean of our combined juices. Amy handed me the camera, and I filmed while these two naughty little sex pots licked and sucked the cock and cunt juice off my wilting genitals.

The attentions of these little lovelies sent a twitch through my genitals once again, but it was only wishful thinking on my cock's part. I didn't have the energy to get it up again. Which was too bad. One of my fantasies always has been to have two women orally sharing my cock, and to see them wear my cum afterward. Of course, several fantasies, and several taboos had been fulfilled and shattered here in the last hour or so, and I was pretty sure that this wouldn't be a one-time-only occurrence.

When the girls were done cleaning my cock and balls, Amy stood up, pulling Susie up with her. She then pushed Susie down to the couch, and once Susie's ass hit the cushion, my daughter knelt quickly, grabbed her friend's legs and buried her face in Susie's oh-so-tight cunt.

Susie shrieked when Amy's tongue wiggled inside her, dipping out the juices that lay within, and my lovely girl kept her on that high ledge the whole time she ate her. Soon Susie was writhing around on the couch, rubbing her crotch all over my daughter's eager mouth, and Amy was equal to the task. Never once did Susie lose Amy's mouth from her pussy.

Once Amy had eaten her best friend through two quick orgasms, she stood and helped Susie get up, too. The girls then faced me with big smiles on their faces.

"Well, Daddy, what did you think?"

It took a few seconds for me to respond.

"I'm speechless."

Amy giggled. "Well good. 'Cause we're yours for the rest of the night! C'mon, let's go upstairs where we can be comfortable."

My weary soldier started to perk up a little at the thought of spending the night in bed with these two hot little sluts, but I couldn't help wondering where their mothers were, and what they would think of all this... 



What Are Friends For?



The rain was still coming down. It had started raining that morning, and had not let up all during the day. Now it was steady drizzle, slacking to a mist at times. Enough to keep the streets slick and pedestrians miserable.

But in the bar, the rain was forgotten. Amidst the blaring music, the bright neon signs, and the cigarette haze, all was forgotten. She and I sat drinking at battered wooden table. We were drinking in our usual style. Rounds of pitchers, one for each of us. It was the fourth round and the beer was taking its toll. I wasn’t stumbling drunk, but was getting close. 

“What say we get out of here before the rush. Gonna be a bitch of a walk back to your dorm anyway.”

She gave me an odd look. “You coming home with me?”

“No, was going to be nice for once and walk you home.”

“OOOHHH!!! I see. Now you’ll be nice.”

Sarcasm is not a good thing when coming from drunks. Especially when you are also drunk. But I forgave her. After all how many people have a drinking buddy who is a 5’11” blonde who still has the washboard stomach from her high school athlete days? The fact that she was drop dead gorgeous didn’t hurt matters either. 

“I’m always nice to you. Don’t’ I let you bitch and moan continuously about Dave, without complaint. Don’t I let you cry on my shoulder whenever he doesn’t call daily?”

She didn’t say much, just stared at her beer.

“Yes, I know. You keep me sane.”

“So don’t say I’m not nice. Now lets go.”

We headed out the back door of the place, and headed up the alley on the side. The rain was still fine drizzle. We crossed the street back onto campus and stumbled the half-mile back to her dorm. By the time we arrived, we were not totally soaked, but by no means dry.

“Well, thanks for the escort. You alright to walk back to your place?”

As she asked this, there came a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning, and we looked out to see the rain suddenly increase. In a minute it was a downpour. I stared out through the dark and contemplated the mile walk back to my dorm, through these lovely conditions.

“Can I come up and wait this out for a bit? Need to clean your hat anyway.”

We entered her dorm, and slipped up the stairwell to the 3rd floor. We tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing the consequences for both of us would be unpleasant if I were caught here.

We slipped in her room and hit the lights. Bekhas room always smelt like a floral shop I thought. Her and her roommate kept several candles around and some sort of potpourri. 

“Angie gone for the weekend?”

“Yeah, she headed to Dallas to see Phillip.”

I took off my straw hat and stepped to her bathroom to retrieve a towel. I began cleaning and drying it off, while she checked her messages.

“Damn, he didn’t call.”

“Hey, it’s Friday night, he’s on a base in a partying town, he’s out with his buds. Much like you my dear.’

“I know, just annoys me.”

I could tell that this was more than simple annoyance. Bekha and Dave had started dating almost a year ago and had fallen hard and fast for each other. The in the spring, Dave got tired of college, and joined the Army, needing only 10 hours to finish his degree. Bekha supported his choice, and they had done well with the long distance thing. But I knew it was rough on her. She saw other couples sometimes and the fact that she had no one to hold at night hurt deeply. I had become almost a surrogate boyfriend. Acting as a vent for her anger, listening to her problems, and offering sage, well sort of, wisdom on relationships. 

I myself was not in a relationship. I had several female friends who could be considered “fuck-buddies” so I seldom had to worry about sex. If I wanted to get laid, I could easily find someone.

Bekha saw my loose and wild ways and envied them to a point. At the same time, I envied her ability to find someone that truly cared and loved her. It may have been the empty spots in each of our lives that drew us to be such good friends.

I continued working on my hat, and then walked across the room to retrieve Bekha’s. She sat on the foot of her bed, trying to pull off her boots, and obviously bothered by something. 

‘Need help with those?”

“No, I got them. They’re wet and being stubborn.”

“Need help with what’s in your head right now?”

She struggled with the boots a moment more, finally pulling them off. I took them from her and dried them a bit, placing them by her closet. She sat there in silence, as I resumed working on the black felt hat she had been wearing. It was less than 2 weeks old and was now drenched. I tried as best I could to dry it off. It would require reshaping and cleaning after drying it was obvious.

“Well your is broke in now I guess. Bad way to do it though.”

She looked up at me, her gloom seeming to deepen. I finished toweling of the hat and sat it in the bathroom, along with the other, on towels to dry. It was obvious Bekha was depressed and I would do my best, as usual to cheer her up and help her cope. But as I stood I the doorway staring, other thoughts appeared. She was a truly beautiful woman. And much of our usual conversation revolved around sex. Both us were self-admitted fiends for oral sex, and Bekha would freely admit that she loved to swallow. Maybe my helping as a friend could include some recreational carnal exercises well. I tried to shove the thoughts down remembering I was a friend with Dave also and that I had already broke up one serious relationship that way this year.

That’s another story.

I walked in the room and sat down on the bed next to her. She stared sadly at me, her wet hair clinging to her face. I brushed it back and put my arm around her, then hugged her close. She seemed to melt into me, pulling close to me. We sat for many long moments, no sound except for the AC and our own breathing. 

“What are you thinking?”

“That I don’t’ know If I can do this long distance thing much longer. I sit here every night and wait to here from him, and when he doesn’t call I feel, like I’m wasting my life waiting for him. I can’t keep doing this.”

Her voice started to crack as she finished saying this. Within moments, I could feel the tears dripping of her face onto my shirt, feel the sobs starting to build. I pulled her close and lay back on the bed, holding her to me. She snuggled up closer to em and cried, letting all the pain and anger and frustration come out.

As I lay there, the thoughts in my head started up again. I felt how warm and firm her body was under my arms. How her full breasts were pressed against me. Her perfume filled my mind with its seductive scent. I tried to relax my hold a bit, to let these thoughts go, but she pulled me closer, holding onto me. Her sobs had decreased, but her tears still flowed.

I moved around so I could see her face. I brushed the hair back from her forehead, and wiped some of the tears of her cheeks. She looked at me and tried to smile a little, but only broke down again. I hugged her close and let her cry, let her release the feelings.

After a few more minutes she looked up at me and started trying to compose herself. I stroked her hair and just tried to look sympathetic and open to listen. She relaxed her hold on me a bit, and we lay there, her staring off into space, obviously thinking hard. 

“Are you okay, Bek?”

She looked at me and smiled a little smile. 

‘I think so. Thank you for being here.”

‘Is my job, supposed to watch out for you.”

“I know, but I ask too much of you.”

‘Ask all you want. You’ll make more money than me one day and you can pay me back then.”

She laughed at this and it seemed to lighten her mood. She rolled away from me and stretched. I couldn’t help but stare at her, how her shirt pulled tight across her breasts and how every inch of her seemed to exude sex. She noticed my stare and smiled.

“Everything all right?”

“Fine, just sitting here watching you.”

She got off the bed and walked across the room to cut of the lights. The light from the bathroom lit the room very dimly, almost none at all at the far end were her bed was. She came back and sat down beside me. 

“You said I could ask all I want of you?”

I gave her a suspicious look and cautiously answered yes.

‘Then I’m asking you to stay here tonight and hold me, cause I don’t want to be alone.”

Part of me leapt at hearig those words. Part of me punched a mental wall, knowing it was wrong of me to want her like I did.

“Okay, I’ll stay. Gonna have to loan me some shorts and a toothbrush though.”

She smiled and walked to her dresser, and pulled out a pair of flannel boxers.

“These do?”

“Fine. You go change then I will. Need to get my boots off and dry them.

She walked into the bathroom after turning on a desk lamp, and shut the door. I pulled off my boots and started drying them. Next I emptied out my pockets and took of my belt, placing all of it on a table out o the way. My mind was racing to stay in control. On one hand I knew I wanted her, wanted to ravage that beautiful body. On the other hand I knew she was a friend, and that she had a 6’2” Airborne ranger boyfriend. The choice was not a clear one.

She walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of what seems to be silk short pajamas. Not too short but with legs as long as hers, they made your mind wander. 

“Your turn.”

I stepped to the bathroom and changed into the boxers. They were the kind with a button in the fly thankfully. Otherwise my cock would be introducing me all the rest of the night. I brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush to get the beer taste out of my mouth and walked back into the room. I saw Bekha laying there, staring at me. I cut off the lights, plunging us into darkness and walked to the bed. 

“Which side you want me on?”

‘I’m on my side. You sleep here.”

“Fine with me.”

I climbed in to bed, pulled the covers up and slid my arms around her. She cuddled up close to me, and sighed with what sounded like great relief. I fought in my mind to keep my cock from becoming a flagpole. Luckily the alcohol was still helping so I pulled her close and tried to drift off to sleep. I lay there for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, not moving, fairly comfortable. Bekha scooted around a little, adjusting to someone else being in bed with her. Finally she pushed my arm off and rolled over to face me. She snuggled up against my chest and finally seemed content. I lay there, somewhat dazed, but very content.

We lay there, both drifting off to sleep. I rubbed her back a bit, a nervous habit I have, and she relaxed more. Every few minute, one of us would shift a little and I realized that our bodies were pulling closer together, our faces coming closer to touching. The heat from our bodies was growing more intense and I felt myself start to get erect. Just pretend you’re asleep and she won’t mind, I told myself. 

As I lay there holding her tight, I grappled mentally with the situation. Then I realized I was worrying about nothing. I had little to loose here. She asked me to stay and she didn’t want to loose Dave I knew. So I relaxed, and I decide, if it is meant for us to make love, then it will happen.

It was if this sudden realization flipped a switch. Bekha scooted up higher on the bed and was suddenly face to face with me. I ran my fingers through her hair, pulled her closer and our lips touched. It was if fireworks exploded then. It was soft and searching for a second only. Then hungrily our mouths came together, our tongues dueling with each other. If any doubts had remained in my mind about how to handle this, they were gone now.

Bekha rolled over on top of me, her lips and tongue seeming to try to devour me. My hands ran down her back and gripped her firm ass. She moaned softly at my touch. We kissed like two people who had been starved for physical contact for a year might kiss. I rolled her back onto her side and slid my hands under her pajama top, my fingers sliding over her nipples, feeling them harden at my touch. Bekha moaned even more at this. She suddenly sat up and jerked the pajama top off. She then fell on top of me again, pushing her breasts into my face.

“Suck my nipples, please. God I need you to suck them.”

As you wish, I thought. My mouth closed on her left nipple and I sucked hungrily on it while flicking it with my tongue. Her head arched back and a long soft moan issued from her lips. The more I sucked and licked, the louder her cries got. It seemed that every little touch sent shock waves through her.

Bekha sat up and looked down at me. In the dark, I could barely see her face, and couldn’t tell what she intended to do next. Then she leaned down and kissed me softly on the mouth, her lips dragging down my chin, down my neck, kissing my chest, biting at my nipples and then kissing her way down my stomach. She stopped at the boxers, and I felt her grab the waistband with her teeth and begin to drag them off of me. I raised my hips to assist her, and my cock was suddenly free, hard and throbbing in front of her. She moaned approvingly of my manhood and I felt her tongue begin to slide up the shaft. Bekha then took the head in her mouth and sucked hard, her tongue swirling. Now it was my turn to moan, the feeling being so good, I couldn’t begin to describe it. She slowly took my length in to her mouth until I felt her lips touch the bas, her nose pressing into my abdomen. She slid back up and released me with a slurping pop. 

“Now how long have you fantasized about me doing that to you?” she asked with a devilish chuckle.

“I’d say longer than you’ve fantasized about doing it to me.”

She laughed at me reply and returned to giving me a truly fantastic blowjob. Bekha sucked and stroked my cock, ran her tongue down the shaft to lick my balls. She took them into her mouth and gently sucked them, and licked that ultra-sensitive spot right under my scrotum, the one that she knew I’d have. After a heavenly few minutes she stopped and slid back up beside me.

“So now what?’

“So now I pay you back the favor”. And with that I rolled her to her back and began kissing my way down her firm body. I paused to worship her breasts. 36D with big, coral colored nipples, breasts just made to be sucked on. My journey ended with me lying between her thighs, her trimmed blonde pussy in my face. I slowly licked around her outer lips, teasing her, wanting her to get so aroused she begged for my tongue. Slowly I slid my tongue up and down her slit, pressing gently against her lips, but not sliding inside her. After a few moments of this, she grabbed my head, and ground her pussy into my face.

“Lick my clit or I’m going to hurt you.”

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I complied. I slid my arms under her legs to allow me to use both hands on her pussy, began to spread her open slowly and began to flick at her clit as quickly as she could. Bekha let out a gasp, more a scream and began bucking against me. I held tight to her and begin to lick her like there was no tomorrow. I was possessed of a singular drive and mission. Make her cum and make it big.

I felt her orgasm building, her body starting to shake, the moans and gasps getting louder and louder. Suddenly she grabbed my head with her hands and her thighs squeezed tight around me, almost cutting off my air. As her orgasm m hit, she seemed possessed, her body, shuddering and bucking, me holding tight my tongue never loosing contact with her clit. Suddenly her gasps of passion turned into laughter. Her clit, which had been so sensitive to my touch, was now ticklish as hell. 

“God, please stop that. You know I get ticklish after I cum like that.”

I sat up and smiled at her. Why some women get ticklish after an orgasm from oral sex is a mystery I’m going to have to research one day. Can only imagine the fieldwork I’ll have to do.

But that’s another story.

I slid back on top of her and kissed her, my hands roaming to her breasts. She returned my kisses, and then stopped to look em in the eye.

“I want you to make love to me all night. I don’t care about tomorrow or what’s going to happen, I just want you inside me now. “

I reached down to place the head of my throbbing cock against her lips. As my mouth touched hers again, I slowly began to slide my length inside of her. The feeling of her wrapping around me was indescribable. As the base of my cock ground against her body, She wrapped both of those long legs around my back and seemed to try to pull me in deeper, tried to make us as close as humanly possible. I slowly began to pull back and then in again, starting a rhythm. She responded and in a few seconds our bodies were moving together as if this were something we had done a thousand times before. 

Her hands roamed over my back, through my hair. As I kissed her neck and sucked on her ear lobes, she responded with more moans and began raking her nails down my back. The sharp sensation of pain mixed with the incredible feeling of sex drove me wild. I began to thrust faster and reached down to grab her ass. I pulled her to me on each thrust, driving my cock deep inside of her. 

“God you are so tight, so wet.” “You’re pretty fucking hard too. And so big, God if I’d known you were this well hung, we’d have been doing this a long time ago.” We continued fucking, our bodies beginning to sweat, and the heat from our passion making us want more of it. As I held her ass, I began teasing her asshole with a finger. Her juices were flowing like a river and my finger was soon well lubricated. As I slid the tip of it in, she responded with my raking of nails and bit down on my shoulder 

“Yes, slide it in my ass, please.”

I slid my finger into her ass and began to slowly fuck her with it as my cock drove into her. We fucked like this for what seemed like hours, the alcohol still in my system seeming to keep my orgasm at bay. Bekha on the other hand seemed to be unable to stop cumming. Time after time her body quaked with the spasms, her hands clawing at em. She cursed and begged me not to stop. We drove each other on with heated talk, “Fuck me you big dicked bastard Ram that cock in my cunt.” Oh yes you little slut, show me how you like being fucked. Show me what a hot little bitch you are.”

Suddenly I felt that feeling in the root of my cock. I slowed to make it last longer, but Bekha pulled me close and begged me to cum.

“Please cum in me, please do it. I want you to explode in me, please Dan, please.”

For some reason hearing her say my name with such passion with such lust and emotion, was the most erotic and sensual part of the night. Her words sent a shock through me and I felt my orgasm began. I fought to stop the feeling and then rammed into her, my semen shooting into her. Bekha cried out once more, another orgasm set off by my own and we held each other tight, seemingly hanging on for dear life as our bodies trembled in the throes of ecstasy. After many long moments, I pushed myself up to where I could look down at her. A smile was o her face and in the dim light she looked more beautiful than I had ever known her to be. Her eyes opened and we silently looked at each other. “So now what Bek?” “Now…. We get a shower…. And we go to sleep together. “ “Sounds like a plan.” I got off of her and let get up first, following her to the bathroom. We took a hot shower, soaping each other and enjoying the feel of each other’s body in the soap and steam. My back was a mass of scratches and a few minor cuts. The hot water stung, but feeling her body press against me as she washed me took all the pain away. We walked back in to the bedroom and got back in bed, snuggling together and slowly drifting off to sleep. As I drifted off, I heard her say, “Thank you Dan.” “No problem, that’s what friends are for.”

EPILOGUE 

We spent that night together as she had said, sleeping till dawn, then making love one last time. And it was the last time. A few weeks after that night she flew out to meet Dave and that weekend he officially proposed. Nine moths late they were married and oddly enough I was an usher. We never told any of our friends about that night and she never told Dave of course. We still talk and both have families and busy lives now. Yet everytime I see her, and everytime I go walking I the rain, I can’t help but think of that night. And I smile.



What Are Friends For?



It began with a relatively innocent prank. It was as innocent as pranks between old friends go. Matt and Dave were lousy drinkers and just could not manage to keep up with me some times. I had come from an Irish family and had been drinking since I was 10 or 11 years old. A few tours in the army added to my tolerance to heavy drinking. Matt and Dave always did their worst to keep up whenever we had a boy's night out. The problem was that I had no mercy on them when they got so drunk that they passed out. On many occasions I used the opportunity to embarrass them in the most creative ways possible. These pranks would include anything from painting moustaches on their face with felt tip markers, to getting them in compromising photos with strippers or what have you. I knew that they had both plotted revenge many times but they were never able to get me to pass out drunk before they did themselves. I always kept my eyes open around them, as good as friends as we all were, they could not be trusted. 

On this occasion, my girlfriend, Roxy and I were newly engaged and the boys decided to make a celebration of it. They promised a night out of town to go to on the piss, drinking at every strip joint and pub we came across. We drove 125 miles to the city and booked into a cheep motel room on the strip near one of the strip joints. The party began with some in room drinks then we made our way out by taxi and hit as many bars as we could find. As usual, Matt and Dave tried their best to get me drunk again but it was a normal pattern. I wasn't too worried yet. Finally at midnight or so we ended up at the strip joint across from the motel. Now if I have a weakness in my armour, it is for dancers. I love everything about them. To me they personify womanhood. They are the sexiest creatures on the planet whose sole purpose is to seduce men. They are perfect women to me. Their bodies, their scent, their moves, all have a profound impact on me. I truly zone out when a hot dancer is working on me.

The boys were generously buying me private dances and I wasn't refusing. One dancer had me completely under her spell and I was in another world. My friends brought me drinks from the bar while I enjoyed the company of Buffy. After taking a hard swig of one drink after a song ended I started feeling very light headed and dizzy. The colours were blending together and balance became a problem, suddenly I felt like I was in a hole and everything went dark. I was out.

When I awoke with a massive hangover to an alarm clock that read 11:30 I tried to get my bearings. My head was thumping and it quickly dawned on me that the boys had slipped me something in my drink to do me in. I shut off the horrible alarm and picked up my naked body from the floor. I realized soon enough that I was in the motel room but I was naked. I looked around for some cloths but couldn't find any. My two friends were nowhere in sight, and neither were my things. I looked out the window and the parking lot was empty. Were they coming back? I decided that this was the revenge prank I had always been dreading and went into the bathroom to inspect the damage. To my surprise I was not covered in writing or marker and had no obvious tattoos or body modifications. I didn't look too bad, even at 29years of age. I have always been very fit, not muscular but slim from swimming. I still had my shaving kit, either they forgot to nab it or left it on purpose. Either way I could clean up. I hopped into the shower and turned it on cold. 

During my wake up shower it dawned on me that check out time was noon. Had the room been paid for or did the guys stick me with it. If my wallet were gone what would I do? I shut the water off and jumped out in a panic. I searched frantically for my wallet but to no avail. Checking the time I realized I had ten minutes to do something. I looked around the room for something to wear. Since it wasn't the Grande Hotel, there were very few things and no bathrobes. What would I wear? The curtains, bed sheets, towels were not comforting alternatives. I had to get out of there fast and needed to move quickly. I chose a towel. I peeked out to look around. I saw the maid cart a few rooms down and the maid entering a room. At the end of the corridor was a utility closet with the door left open that the maid was probably using to store the cart but left open while doing her rounds. Leaving the door wedged open, I sprinted down to the closet in my towel and looked inside for anything to use. It was pretty sparse, towels mostly but I did spot a maid uniform neatly pressed on a shelf. Running out of time and options I grabbed it and sprinted back to my room. When inside, I quickly threw on the grey dress. For a moment I felt kind of funny, kind of sexy wearing a dress with nothing on underneath. The maid was done with the room she was in and was now going into the room next to mine. I had to move now. I grabbed my shaving kit and made a run for it. 

Outside in my bare feet wearing a cheap motel maid uniform I made a run for it getting clear of the motel as quickly as possible. I ran across the street to the parking lot behind the strip joint. I don't know how many people in passing cars saw me but was only concerned that nobody from the motel spotted me. Checking that the coast was clear, I sized up my options. I was 125 miles from home, with no money, no ID, no shoes and wearing a maid uniform, which was beginning to feel kind of nice. As I sat lurched behind some garbage cans I noticed the front part of my dress tenting up with an erection. I wrote it off to an adrenaline rush and gave it no more thought. I figured if I could find a pay phone, I could phone one of my bonehead friends collect and demand them to come and get me. I definitely didn't want anyone else to see me like this. In order to get to a pay phone I would have to go looking dressed like I was. It wasn't as if I could pass for a woman and inconspicuously stroll through public looking for one. I have very short hair, a goatee and my legs were hairy. It would never work. I thought if I could find some male cloths to steal and change that would be better but looking around did not see how I could work that.

As I sat there going over my options while fighting a hangover I gazed around the parking lot. One car was present. I had no idea what to do. Suddenly, I was alarmed by the sound of a door opening at the back of the strip joint. I hid quietly as I watched a grubby, dirty looking man taking out the garbage. He filled the dumpster with some trash bags and then went back inside. This was obviously the janitor doing his morning after clean up. It gave me an idea but I would have to wait until he came out again. I snuck around the garbage bins to the other side of the back door. And hid behind some boxes. Soon enough, the door opened again as the burly man brought out some more trash bags. I quickly and quietly slipped inside the unlocked door without being noticed. Once inside I had to find a hiding place since the janitor would soon return. I ran into the back and up some stairs and found myself in a change room with a bathroom and a window facing the back. I jumped in the shower stall and pulled the curtain closed. I waited quietly and listed as the janitor went about his rounds down stairs. After twenty minutes or so I heard the door again and looked outside the window as the man got into his car and drove off. It appeared that I was alone for a while. I had no idea what time anyone would be returning as the place was closed on Sunday until 8:00 pm. 

I ventured out and looked around. It was quiet so I was sure I was alone. I soon found a bottle of aspirin and took a couple for my headache along with some whisky. I could find nothing in the way of men's clothing to change into just a dressing room full of stripper's costumes. I looked at myself in one of the large full-length mirrors in my shabby maid uniform. It seemed so un-sexy compared to all the hot outfits in the change room. I pulled some outfits off of the rack and held them up to myself in the mirror and began getting very excited. I thought of how sexy I would look in some of those cloths. That gave me an idea. I took my shaving kit and hit the shower. I took off the maid uniform and slipped into the hot shower. I took my razor and shaved my legs, armpits and the sparse chest hair I had. Then I gave my entire face a good close shave. I tidied up some more, brushing my teeth, and such and put on a silky black robe. There was a shelf full of wigs most of which were outrageous and I selected a subtler redhead wig that was long and curly. I sat at a mirror and went through the makeup items. I began experimenting with everything, including false eyelashes, eyeliner, lipstick, everything. I even trimmed and tweezed my eyebrows. I was fair-haired to start, so I didn't have too much to pluck. I lost track of time as I made myself up. It was incredible to watch myself transform from plain old me into a hot looking babe. I even painted my toenails. Eventually I could not recognize the pretty woman looking back at me in the mirror. She was magnificent. I was so turned on my hard-on was straining. I leaned back and began stroking it and in record short time I exploded all over myself in a gusher I had never witnessed before. As I sat there still staring at the sexy creature looking back at me I scooped up some of my come with my fingers and like a practiced porn star began to seductively lick it all up off my fingers. It's as if it wasn't me, it was the sexy redhead in the mirror. I had never done that before. I loved it and made me even hornier.

I tried to wipe it out of my mind after realizing how much time had passed. I fixed my lipstick and started picking out an outfit. Most of the cloths were very skimpy and very few could be worn in public by anyone. I found a black leather mini skirt that I recognized from one of the dancers the night before. I then found a sexy purple bustier with black lace trim at the bust and a short sleeve black silk jacket. Searching around I found some padding for the bust, black silk panties, and some black fishnet stockings with seems. I put on a garter belt and hooked up the stockings. Shoes were tough as they were all pretty small and all outrageously high. I finally found a pair of black open toe platform stilettos that I could just squeeze into. I looked at myself again in the mirror. The effect was amazing. I looked as hot as any sexy stripper I had ever seen. I didn't think it was possible, but I looked like the fantasy girl I had always dreamed of being with. I definitely looked slutty given the wardrobe I had to choose from, my stocking tops showed below the hem of the leather mini but I did look like a woman enough to go into public. I found a little bag and loaded it with lipstick, mascara, compact, eyeliner and perfume. The perfume I wore added to the effect of femininity and I was so turned on I had to stroke myself off again. I couldn't go out in public with that tent in my skirt. I came quickly again and I again hungrily licked it up while watching myself in the mirror. I was convinced I was as hot as any porn star I had ever watched. One final touch up and I was ready to split. I searched around the bar for some cash to no avail. I took another drink for courage and left.

I tried to get clear of the strip joint and that motel as quickly as possible by walking back toward the city. Walking in high heels was no easy chore however and my feet were soon killing me. I had no idea how far the closest store or gas station would be with a pay phone. Just after five minutes of awkward walking an SUV pulled over just ahead of me. It was black with tinted windows. As I got closer the window came down, and there was a man inside waiting to talk to me. He looked about 40, with a businessman's haircut and golf cloths on. He lowered his sunglasses and asked me if I wanted a ride. I hesitated, thinking it might be a bad idea, but the pain in my feet decided for me and I got in. He introduced himself as John and in as breathy a voice I could muster I replied, "Mary" not being able to think of anything quicker. He tried making small talk. He said stuff like, "I've never seen you around here before, and I would remember a girl like you." He pasted me with compliments about my legs, my cloths, my hair, etc. I just kept smiling and blushing at his flirtatious remarks so I wouldn't get kicked out and loose my ride. In a way, I did get a satisfying feeling at the compliments and it made me feel more confident about looking like a woman. It wasn't as if he was a loser. This guy was good looking I guess and obviously successful. I occasionally would glance over and bat my big eyelashes. Flirting was kind of fun from the female perspective.

We drove into the city and I noticed a gas station with a pay phone. I softly said, "Here please." He looked a bit disappointed and casually slowed down and drove a bit passed the station and into a nearby ally. At first I figured he couldn't stop in time and was going to turn around and go back but he stopped and put the vehicle in park. I waited for a minute to see if he was going to put it in reverse and back out. After that I nervously looked over and saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was pulling out some bills from his wallet and slapped $50.00 down on the console. I gasped in shock. My eyes were glued to his very big dick rising from his pants. I was like a deer in the headlights, not knowing whether to open the door and run or punch this guy, or do as he wanted. What was I thinking? I would never do that. I wouldn't but would Mary? So why haven't I moved yet? I could not take my eyes of it; it was so big. I was hypnotized by it. 

"Okay, twenty dollars more, but that's all I got on me," he spoke out as he dropped a twenty on the pile of cash. I don't know how it happened because it was something that I never would have considered doing but I wasn't myself at that moment. I suddenly found my lips wrapped around his big cock head with my tongue licking it all over. As if on autopilot, my mouth and tongue began working his meat like I was an accomplished porn star. I wanted to suck him like a pro. I wanted to give him the best head of his life. I started jacking the base of his dick as I licked it up and down. I spotted a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip and licked it off. It tasted like mine but I savoured it like a guilty pleasure. I was really getting into it, licking and sucking his balls, kissing the shaft, and trying to take it deep into my throat. It was during a very deep plunge when he suddenly grasped the back of my head and began shooting hot jets of cum down my throat. It was about to blow out nose when I figured I should swallow. He held my head in place as he dumped his load in my mouth. I swallowed down every last drop. It was so hot! I was licking his shaft clean trying to get every last drop when he suggested that I should split. I really didn't want to leave his cock but I suddenly remembered that I was trying to get home and scooped my money and left. I made my way down the alley as the SUV pulled away. It suddenly dawned on me that I had just sucked a man's cock. Was I turning gay or what? I was getting myself confused. I had to straighten my head out and think about getting home. At least I had $70.00 toward the cause.

I stopped and pulled out my compact to fix my makeup, I still had a drop of cum on my chin. I wiped it off with my finger and gave it a good suck clean. It was so good. I then repaired my makeup and reapplied my lipstick. Looking extremely hot again, I headed for the gas station where I saw the phone. On the way, I got several wolf whistles and "hey baby!" from passing cars. That made me want to work it even more and I really swung my hips as I walked. I even got one "Filthy whore!" from a female voice passing by. I ignored her and kept walking. I got to the phone and my feet were aching again. I leaned on the wall of the phone booth and took off a shoe to massage my foot. It was swelling a little so I quickly put my shoe back on before it got too fat to fit back in. I dared not attempt the other one. I tried calling my 'so called friends' collect but there was no answer at either place. They may not have made it home yet, they might be taking their time, they might be somewhere spying on me for laughs, they were probably ignoring me. It then began to cross my mind on how I would ever get them back for this one. Another thought crossed my mind. What if I called Roxy to come get me? How would I ever explain this one? I decided that anything would be better than that. I tried calling a cab company but the phone wanted money for that so I went into the store to get some.

The store clerk wouldn't give me change for a twenty. I said in the airiest voice I could do, "I need it for the payphone." He pointed to the prepaid phone cards on the counter. The cheapest ones were $10.00 so I bought one along with some gum and aspirins. I went back out to the phone and called a cab company and asked how much for a trip back to my town. They said that it would cost $75.00, which put me about $25.00 short. I hung the phone up and thought it out. If I just made $70.00 giving a blowjob, I could make enough money by doing it one more time.

I had dropped my phone card on the ground and was bending over to pick it up. My skirt must have been riding way up my ass. Before standing back up I heard a car squeal its brakes. I looked over and saw a big silver Cadillac behind me on the road. It turned into the parking lot and came up beside me. The tinted window came down and I saw two black men in gangster cloths staring out at me. They were both big guys. "Damn! Look at your fine ass!" the driver stated. 

"Hey Baby, want to go for a ride?" the passenger asked smoothly. It was my chance but had to play it real cool. I just flashed up three fingers to them. The passenger leaned over and confabbed with the driver for a second. He looked back and whispered, "One-fifty".

I flashed two fingers back and he nodded. He then opened his door and got out. He was even bigger than I thought. He stood about 6' 2" and was very muscular like a football linebacker. He had a mild growth of chin hair and a shaved head. He opened the back door and ushered me in. The man then climbed in with me and shut the door. The car was off in a shot. I didn't even notice what direction we were going. The guy sitting with me introduced himself as Ricky and his friend driving as Antoine. I did my best girly voice to say, "Mary" once again.

Ricky quickly rolled out four fifty-dollar bills from a huge roll in his pocket and handed them to me, which I stuffed into my bra. He dispensed with formalities at that point and began feeling me up starting with my leg. I couldn't let him get too close so I put grabbed his hand. As I turned to him, his mouth was pressed on mine and his tongue forced deep inside. I was still trying to psyc myself into sucking another dick but had not anticipated a kiss. It was strangely erotic and exciting to be kissed so forcefully. He could really kiss too. Ricky's tongue worked the inside of my mouth and played with my tongue and his full lips moved all over mine. It felt very sexy and I found myself sighing as I melted into his arms. His hand worked its way up to my ass. I had my legs squeezed together to prevent finding my secret. Still, I had to make a move so I pulled away reluctantly from his kiss and grabbed hold of his crotch. I could feel the outline of his cock threw his loose pants. I could tell it was huge. 

I unzipped Ricky's pants and he helped to pull them down to his knees. I was caught like a deer in the headlights again staring at his cock. It was dark brown and easily 10" or bigger and massively thick. My mind was telling me that there was no way I could take that thing into my mouth but like before my body just moved toward it and I was soon worshipping it with soft kisses and long licks. I was in total shock at the size of it. I really wanted to suck it badly and made sure to get it nice and wet with my tongue. I got it nice and shiny and then went down to suck on his large balls. They were each too big to fit into my mouth, like a baked potato. I took in the musky smell of his groin and found myself getting aroused. I started working on the cock head giving it a good lick and suck. I could sense Ricky's frustration and attempted to take his shaft into my throat. It was too big for me and was making me gag as it lodged in my throat. I backed off and concentrated on sucking the head and began stroking the base with my hand. He liked this and I kept giving him the best head that I could. Antoine was asking Ricky if I was a good cocksucker. Ricky would moan his answer. 




What Are Friends For?



I was sitting on the floor of the back seat so no one could touch my crotch and discover my ever-growing secret. I tried to get Ricky off as fast as I could and was taking more and more of his shaft down my throat with each plunge. My red lips were now going more than halfway down his pole, which I now estimated at closer to a foot in length. Antoine was also growing impatient. He had been driving the whole time and was wanting in on the action. His whining was continuous and I eventually heard Ricky tell him, "Pull over there. Go in there, down to the end." I had no clue of where we were.

"Now I'm getting' me some head," Antoine claimed. Ricky hadn't come yet so I figured he could wait while I made love orally to Ricky's meat.

Ricky had other plans however and pulled his unit from my lips. I reached for it like a baby missing its pacifier. "Ya, I want me some booty anyway. I'm gonna tap this fine ass," Ricky claimed as he removed his pants completely and took me hand pulling me out of the car. His massive dick bounced and bobbed as he dragged me to a picnic table. I looked around and figured that we must be in a roadside park off a highway. It was starting to get dark out and I wondered where the time had gone. The park was deserted and unlit. I was glad because my makeup must have been getting messy and I needed the extra darkness. Antoine sat himself up on top of the table and Ricky guided me in front of him. I was getting scared because I was getting hard and it was becoming tougher to hide it. I was also scared because Ricky wanted to fuck me with his monster cock. He already had my skirt hiked up over my hips and was pressing his big dick against my ass. I didn't want him fumbling around down there with his hands so I took hold of his cock and slipped my panties to the side with my other hand. I guided the head to the entrance to my asshole. I was feeling very sexy at this time with two black men both wanting to plunge their dicks into me. Ricky's dick didn't feel like it was going to make it into my tight virgin hole. I actually really wanted it inside me. I put my fingers into my mouth and wet them with gobs of saliva and pre-cum. I plunged them into my ass as deep as they would go and tried to stretch the opening. I took Rick's dick again and started guiding it in. He pressed gently in and it hurt like I couldn't believe. I worked through the pain however; until he was lodged securely inside my rectum. I could not get over how fat it felt as it stretched me open. It must have been tight to Ricky too as he asked me if I was an anal virgin. I just nodded yes to his delight.

Meanwhile Antoine had his big black dick out and was pushing it against my lips. I figured it would help take my mind off of the pain and opened wide to suck it. I was soon sucking Antoine like a vacuum cleaner. Ricky was at first slow and gentle but eventually he began really fucking me hard. His strokes were long and full. I could feel his nuts slapping against my panty covered pair. Antoine was in heaven. "Man, this bitch can suck a lollipop!"

"Rides like a philly too," Ricky added. I loved it too. I could really work Antoine's cock, which was a bit smaller than Ricky's but only a bit. I could deep throat most of it and pumped the base fast with my hand. Getting drilled from both ends was having its effect on me too and my own erection was finding its way past the waistband of my panties. Luckily for me, both of Ricky's hands were firmly on my hips as he ripped in and out of me. I was a human fuck doll. Antoine was begging Ricky to let him have a go at my ass too. Ricky said that he was almost done. He was really jackhammering into my asshole and as I began to feel his burning seed flooding my rectum he grabbed hold of my panties and tore them clean off. In the post-orgasmic haze Ricky reached under me and his hand touched my hard cock. He was so busy coming it took a moment to figure it out. I was frozen and could not move. Suddenly, it became clear to him and his wet cock slid out from my bum. As cum dripped out my ass, Antoine jumped up to take Ricky's place. Ricky backed away a step and I looked at the horror in his eyes. Fear rushed over me. "Looks like our philly is a gelding," Ricky frowned.

In frustration, Antoine grabbed my hips and in one motion fully inserted his cock in my over worked asshole. "Whatever it is, I am getting my nut!" Antoine stated. He mercilessly fucked my ass with pounding strokes. Ricky shook his head to clear his haze and stepped closer pushing his receding tool in my face. 

"Suck it clean faggot!" he demanded. I didn't want them to beat the shit out of me so I did what he asked and licked and sucked all of the cum off of his funky unit. Antoine finally was ready too and shot a blistering load into my already full bum. He filled me to overflowing and then did as Ricky did and made me suck him clean. I was now afraid for my life as I didn't know if these guys were going to shoot or stab me and leave me here or worse cut off my dick or beat me to a bloody pulp. I tried to cover myself from an attack but Ricky came up to me with an angry look on his face. He pulled the money from my bra, which included the money from my first blowjob and put it into his pocket. He then punched me in the gut, which made me drop to the ground in a heap. "Your lucky you was a good fuck faggot, or you would be dead for tricking us like that," Ricky said 

"Maybe we'll see you in the joint sometime princess," Antoine added. I was reeling on the ground. The bustier that I had on absorbed some of the blow, but it was still harsh. I guess I should feel lucky as the car pulled away that it wasn't worse. I found my makeup bag that had been tossed out on the ground. I got my compact and checked my makeup. My lipstick was smeared, and my eyeliner was running. I did a quick fix up as best that I could and picked up my torn panties. I tied a bow in the torn waistband to keep them up. Through all that I noticed that I still had an erection. I couldn't believe how slutty I had become since putting on women's cloths. I began stroking myself as I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of having Ricky's massive dick pounding my asshole while I was sucking on Antoine's. In only a few seconds I sent a gusher threw the air. I caught some of my own sperm and began licking it from my fingers again. 

Just then a pair of headlights came rushing up the road in my direction. "Oh my god! I thought they were back and going to kill me," I imagined. I tucked myself away and thought about running for it. But I realized that in spike heels and a miniskirt it is damn near impossible to run for it. The car stopped and there was another set of lights, flashing red ones on the top of the car. Cops! I was relieved in one sense but realized that I now had a new set of problems. A cop came out of one side of the car pointing a flashlight in my face. Soon both police officers were out of the car and in my face.

"Are you okay?", "Are you hurt?", "What are you doing out here?", "Are you alone?" The questions came flying at me. I realize that I would have to blow my cover here and bite the bullet. I started speaking and they both looked at one another with knowing glances. "So you're a transvestite, what are you doing out hear alone in this park?" one of them inquired. It dawned on me that they assumed I was a prostitute, and I couldn't blame them considering my outfit, and I was in trouble. I tried explaining that I was lost and just trying to get home. I told them I didn't have a ride and that I was just dropped off here. They made me get in their cruiser and began running the questions again, this time asking me how many tricks I had seen and how much money I had made. I denied all these claims and they searched me for money and anything else. They made me give my real name that they checked for a criminal record. Once they found out that I was clean and had no money on me to convict me of anything they were ready to get rid of me. They began reading me the riot act; "If we ever see you around here again we will put you in the pen with the low life scum of the city." 

I was more then happy to oblige them for not taking me to jail. Then they asked how I would get home. I told them that I didn't know and had no money for transportation. They confabbed with each other for a minute then the older cop turned to me and said, " There is a bus stop on route five where the bus to your town can pick you up. It will be there in an hour. We can do you a favour and drop you there and give you the bus fare." I was so pleased I smiled and thanked them for their generosity. 

That's when the other cop looked at me and said, "We do you a favour and you do us a favour, right?" I was a bit confused but understood that I was not welcome back there in the future. So I answered, "You'll never see me back here again ever, promise."

"That's a given princess, we mean do us a favour," he reiterated while lifting an eyebrow then looking down at his crotch. Then it became clearer. 

"Oh, sure, whatever you want. I am grateful for your generosity," I mumbled back. The first trooper, the younger one hopped in the back seat with me and got comfortable. I slowly undid his pants and pulled out his semi-erect penis, which was uncut. He grabbed my head and held it down at his groin. I got to work licking it like a lollipop, like I had to the three cocks I had sucked earlier. It started to grow as I wrapped my sweet red lips around it. I pulled the foreskin down and I got the full musky taste of his cock head on my tongue. I sucked it hard and long. The trooper held onto my head as his hips thrust up at me, fucking my face. His actions got harder and faster and he began panting and calling me "whore" and "suck slut" under his breath.

Thankfully the younger trooper didn't last to long. My rapidly developing cock sucking skills were getting him ready and he soon blew his load down my throat into my hungry belly. He held my head in place as his balls were pressed firmly against my chin while I continued to swallow every last drop of his sperm. His orgasm soon subsided and he returned to the front seat as the older of the two cops joined me in the back. He was a bit grey on top but he looked in good shape for his age. I started to slowly unzip him. "If you take too long and miss your bus you'll have to wait for the 7:00 am one," he coaxed. I got busy and in one gulp deep throated his hard 7" cock. After the two black guys I sucked off earlier these guys' dicks were no problem. They were as big or bigger than my own but my throat had adapted to accommodate extra large meat. I got his unit nice and wet with my tongue and began pumping his shaft with my hand. He moaned with ecstasy and told me what a good cocksucker I was. He had much more stamina that the younger guy and I had to slobber on his dick for a good twenty minutes before his balls tightened up and he unleashed his salvo of cum into my awaiting mouth. I again swallowed it all and licked his shaft clean. I don't know if it was because I had not eaten in twenty-four hours but I was really savouring every last dollop of cum I could drink. When he was finished he straitened himself up and returned to the driver's seat. I got out my compact and once again fixed up my lipstick. True to their word they dropped me at the bus stop with a fresh twenty dollar bill and watched as I boarded the waiting coach.

I was happy that I could finally go home. The bus was pretty empty with the exception of a few diverse people. I opted for a secluded part of the bus so I could be alone and get a nap on the trip back. I settled into a seat and looked at my reflection in the window. I still could not recognize the woman looking back at me. I noticed the police car drive away with two very satisfied cops. I got comfortable and began to drift off. Before I could actually doze off, a guy sat down in the seat across from me. He was younger but looked like he had been around. He had long brown hair and a goatee. He wore baggy jeans, a baseball hat, sneakers, a tee shirt and a worn leather jacket. I caught him staring at me. He smiled. I gave a sweet smile back, not trying to be flirtatious. He opened his jacket and pulled out a mickey bottle of whisky. He took a pull from it then looked over to me, offering it to me. At first I thought I should decline but I really did want a drink and he looked kind of innocent so I took it from him and had a very unladylike swig. As I passed it back to him, the man across from me tried to introduce himself. I didn't want to yack back and forth across the isle so I moved over to the window seat and patted the empty seat next to me as an invitation to come over. He handed the bottle back to me as he sat down and I took another hit. "Jesse," he politely introduced. 

"Mary," I whispered after swallowing the cheap booze. We didn't say much to each other but there was an air of electricity between us as we passed the bottle back and forth. After my third pull on the bottle, Jesse leaned over and pointed to a drop on my face and gently licked it off. I looked at him deep into his brown eyes and suddenly found myself pressing my lips against his. He kissed me softly and passionately. I don't know what had come over me but I found myself making out with this stranger like it was prom night. He was a sweet kisser too with a gentle but firm tongue. We shared our whiskey kiss for the next twenty miles without letting up. Somehow my hand had landed on Jesse's lap and discovered a very large bulge in his jeans. I was completely out of control now and soon had his pants undone and was stroking his nice, thick ten inch cock. Almost instinctively by now I made my way to his velvet love pole and my mouth instantly sank down around his shaft. It felt so nice in my mouth. I made slow oral love to Jesse's cock. He moaned lowly as I gave him head. The drone of the bus masked his grunts and my wet slurping sounds. I deep-throated him until my throat was sore then took a break to suck on his juicy balls. His eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. I liked back up to the top of his cock and began sucking him again. After what must have been half an hour Jesse finally tensed up and his burning hot cum filled my mouth. I greedily swallowed every jet of white sauce that he launched.

I made sure to lick Jesse's sweet cock clean. He lifted my chin up to him and softly kissed my lips. I can't tell you how hot that was. He then offered me a drink, which I took and then he took one himself. I still had his cock in my hand and was stroking it slowly. It didn't go soft at all and soon I could tell that he wanted more. "Look who is ready for seconds," I commented.

"I could do you this time," Jesse offered. Before I could let that idea go any further I told him I was out of commission at the moment. I was thinking of going down on him again but my jaw was starting to ache. My bum was getting twitchy and anxious for another fuck. The two big black cocks I had inside earlier left me hungry for more. I whispered to Jesse to hold still. I then hiked my miniskirt up to my hips. I slid over and straddled Jesse's lap. While I was up I looked around the bus to see if anyone was the wiser. The four or five other people on the bus were either wrapped tightly in their own worlds or were fast asleep. I quickly lined Jesse's cock head up with my bum crack. I slipped the panty to the side and sat myself down thus impaling myself on his dick. I placed my hands over Jesse's so that he could not touch me and create a repeat of my earlier discovery. I sank deep down until my cheeks touched his lap. He was buried completely in my ass. I didn't feel as much pain as I did earlier. I had been stretched pretty well. His cock felt perfect inside me and I cautiously and slowly began moving up and down on my new lover's shaft. I purred and cooed with each stroke. Jesse was in la-la land. He nuzzled against my neck and whispered how he had never fucked a girl in the ass before. 

I was in heaven too and again had a hard-on straining to get out of my panties. We fucked like this for miles and miles. I had lost track of time and before I realized it we were approaching the bus station. Just then, Jesse thrust himself to the hilt inside my rectum and emptied his balls inside me. The bus pulled to a stop and I lifted myself up and adjusted my panties and skirt. Jesse asked for my phone number. I was caught a bit off guard by this. Truthfully, I wanted to give it to him. I made a face as to tell him sorry but it would have to be 'no'. I decided to just leave as quickly as possible and gave Jesse a peck on the cheek. As I fumbled with the others to get off the bus Jesse handed me a slip of paper from behind. It was his name and number. I smiled at him and put it in my bra. It was as I was leaving when I swore I saw him mouth the words, "I know".

I left and began my six block walk to my building. The walk home was uneventful other than the torture to my poor feet and ankles. It's true when women say, "until you have walked a mile in my shoes." I would respect them for this from now on. I knew I had an extra key on a magnet behind my mailbox so I could let myself in. Despite how electric it felt being dressed as a hot woman, I was so looking forward to getting undressed and having a good night sleep. I opened the door and let myself in without anyone seeing me. It was pretty late.

"Well hello sweetie! This is going to be a good one," giggled a female voice from the shadows of my living room. Terror was setting in. Roxy appeared from the dark and approached me with a stern, somewhat angry look but was also ready to burst out laughing. 

"Okay honey, what did you do to my fiancée?" she got out before collapsing in laughter. She obviously knew it was me and began teasing me relentlessly. I was too exhausted to fight it and just sat my satin covered ass down on the couch and kicked off my high heel shoes. "Well? I'm waiting," she pursued as she sat next to me. I began explaining that my 'so called friends' had drugged me and stole my cloths and wallet while we were out of town. I told her that I had to steal cloths to get home and that I got them from the motel we had stayed at. I left out some of the details of my eventful day like sucking off strangers for money or getting double fucked by two well-hung black guys. I did mention that the police put me on the bus but left out why they were so nice to me. Roxy was trying not to laugh throughout my explanation which she seemed to have a lot of difficulty doing. 

"I was worried about you," Roxy began. "…and I saw Dave earlier, he told me that you left them during the evening with a stripper and they lost you. They thought you might have come home, so they returned here looking for you."

That story could actually have been half true and with the memory loss I was suffering from prevented me from fully denying it. "What a crock of bullshit!" I defended. "Those guys were out to get revenge on me from the beginning and planned this whole thing."

"You do believe me don't you honey," I pleaded. She paused and drew a breath. She was mulling it over and our future together was on the line. After another sigh Roxy moved closer to me and planted a loving kiss on my mouth. For a second I got the image of two hot babes kissing each other, which is what Roxy and I would have looked like, and it made me seriously turned on. Roxy is five foot five and in great shape with brown shoulder length hair and green eyes. Kissing me would for Roxy seem like a lesbian kiss. She pulled back briefly, smiling and cooing. Her lips were smeared with my lipstick and it turned me on even more. It was a fantasy of mine for ages to watch Roxy with another girl and now I was experiencing it first hand as the 'other girl'. 

"Baby! I never knew kissing another girl was so hot," Roxy exclaimed. She kissed me again firmly and stuck her tongue into my mouth. She was purring and for once I was kissing her back like a girl would, softly and tenderly. She was really getting into it saying stuff like, "what a pretty girl you are, you're making me so wet!" and "I have never had lesbian sex before but I really want to try it with you," and " I'll bet your soft girl mouth will feel so good on my pussy."




What Are Friends For?



It was obvious that she could tell how turned on I was and was playing right along. I wasn't about to argue and went with the flow. After some heavy making out and some nice fooling around, Roxy removed her jeans and sweater and was on the couch in her black bra and panties saying, "come on girlfriend, I want you to eat me, I bet you can do it better than my boyfriend. Boys don't know how to really please a woman like another woman does." Her words were inspiring me and I kissed my way down her full round breasts, lovingly licking them like I thought a girl would do it. I removed her bra and suckled her nipples, which were already hard as bullets. She was urging me further down and I kissed my way to her love box and kissed her threw her panties. I pulled them down slowly and kissed my way up her thighs back to her pussy. She really was wet. Her lips were in full bloom and pink as a rose. I licked them softly and kissed her sweet clit. I had eaten Roxy out many times before but this was different. I was going at her like I pictured my ideal lesbian love scene. I was trying to give her ultimate loving pleasure as apposed to preparing her for a fuck. 

Roxy held onto my long red mane of hair and grinded her pussy into my face. I licked and sucked her with all my power and she cooed and purred. "Oh girlfriend! You eat my pussy so good! I am never doing this with boyfriend again, from now on I want you to be my lesbian girlfriend," Roxy moaned. It seemed a bit over-the-top but I really didn't mind. I took the compliment and enjoyed my girl-girl experience. She began seriously humping my face and her pending orgasm soon loomed. I thought at first she might be faking because she never came that quickly from me eating her pussy but when her body tensed up I felt a huge flood of her love juices filling my mouth. I continued my rapid tongue movement as her orgasm stretched out for several minutes. The whole time she gushed waves of her love all over my face. Finally she began breathing again and relaxed her grip on my head. She calmed down slightly and pulled my smeared face up to hers and began licking it clean. I was again shocked because that had never happened before. She would never kiss me after I had gone down on her. Roxy was kissing me like it was our first kiss ever and it was passionate. 

"Common lover, put on that strap-on dildo and fuck me with it," Roxy went on. My cock was already peering out from the panties and I just easily slipped into Roxy's soaked snatch. I would have dropped my load in one stroke if I had not already come a few times earlier. We had a sweet, beautiful two-girl fuck and after we both climaxed together we held each other close and I began to drift off. 

I was shook awake a little later as Roxy got up and was getting dressed. "Come on, we got to go back to my place." 

"Can't I just sleep?" I begged.

"No, hurry up, we have to go now," she continued as she shook me. I got up realizing that I was still dressed as a girl. 

"Just let me get cleaned up and changed first okay?" I tried to compromise.

"No time, you can do that at my place," Roxy persisted.

Realizing that I couldn't win I obliged and slipped my slutty high heel shoes back on and we set out. I don't know how late it was but it was still dark. I kept falling asleep in the car on the way back to Roxy's apartment. 

"What's the big hurry?" I asked as I awoke.

"Do you want to get back at your friends?" Roxy asked with a raised eyebrow. She had devised a plan but wasn't letting me in on it yet. I went along with it glad that she was fully on my side. Once inside she hurried me to the bathroom and had me strip down. "Shower and shave quickly but be careful. You are starting to get five-o'clock-shadow," she ordered. 

The hot shower was soothing and heavenly and cleaning off the previous day from my body felt nice. I shaved closely as instructed. I guess Roxy did not want me to grow my beard back. I could live with that. Once I had dried off Roxy called me out. She had several items of clothing placed out for me. None of them were my male cloths. 

"First we have to do your make-up again sweetie," Roxy asserted. I had no idea that her plan would involve me dressing as a girl again. I tried to fight it, but realized that I didn't have any male cloths at her apartment. "Come on honey, we don't have much time," Roxy urged. 

"Time? Time for what?" I went on.

"To get ready. Hurry up, you have to be dressed in thirty minutes." Roxy coaxed me into her chair at her make-up table. Her steady hands expertly applied the make-up much better than I had done the day before. Years of skill made me look even more convincingly feminine than I thought were possible. She brushed out my red wig and squirted me with her finest perfume. I was soon looking back at the prettiest redheaded fox I had ever laid eyes on. 

Roxy dragged me over to her bed and began dressing me up. We started with white thong panties and a lacy white bra, which Roxy stuffed with silicone pads. She gave me her white garter belt next and a pair of white stockings with lace trims on the tops. I then put on her grey cashmere sweater that fit me very snugly. Next, I slipped into her black and white plaid miniskirt with pleats that made me look almost like a schoolgirl. Roxy's shoes were too small for me so I put my stripper 'come-fuck-me-pumps' back on. I looked at myself in the mirror, and again was totally infatuated by the incredibly beautiful reflection looking back at me. 

Roxy had changed her cloths while I was in the shower. She was wearing a black print mini dress. It had red flowers on it in an oriental style. She complimented the dress with black stay up stockings, black panties and a black push-up bra. The dress was unbuttoned enough to expose some cleavage. She had fixed her own make-up with her eyes brightened and her lips glistening red. I don't remember her ever looking so good.

"Oh, I almost forgot, what the hell is your girl name?" Roxy asked.

"Mary," I gave back. She nodded and then told me my last name would be Callahan. When I asked why, she said she had a roommate in college with that name. I still didn't know what her plan was but before I could inquire again there was a knock on her door. The sudden impulse to panic was coming back to me again.

Roxy gave me a sharp look and demanded, "Stay calm, try not to talk too much, and stay cool. Follow my lead and do everything I say. You look great honey don't worry, you'll be great."

The rap on the door continued. Roxy opened it up and in walked Dave and Matt. I had to keep telling myself not to panic over and over. Dave said, "Hey we came as soon as you called."

"Did you bring the pictures?" Roxy asked. He nodded and pulled an envelope of pictures from his pocket. She quickly opened it and scanned through them. She was shielding them from me and I was clueless as to what was on them. She tucked them away and put them in her purse. Matt and Dave were both staring at me trying to figure out who I was. I was glad that the lights were dim. Roxy came back and introduced me, "Guys this is my best girlfriend Mary Callahan. Mary this is Dave and Matt." I quietly greeted them both and it became clear that in the dimmed lights they did not recognize me. 

Roxy continued, "When we talked earlier this afternoon, I was so upset that I called Mary to come over." Upset? This was getting worse. Roxy came closer to me and snuggled up close to me on the couch. "Mary and I were extra close back in college, in fact we were lovers." I looked at Roxy and smiled continuing to go on with her plot. She gave me a light little girly kiss. "I was so pissed at that snake-in-the-grass, soon to be ex-fiancée, that I knew the only one for me was Mary," she went on. "I'm sorry Dave. I know that you love me like you told me earlier but I am not going to go back with another man," Roxy confessed. It was getting thicker. I realized that Dave had been harbouring feelings for Roxy for some time and was now trying to sabotage my relationship to get her. Nice friend! Matt was on his side I guessed since he had helped out with the plan. Matt was terribly unsuccessful with women. He was nice enough and certainly not ugly just had a lot of bad luck. Maybe he was jealous of me too. 

Roxy brought my face to hers and we shared a delicate girl-girl kiss. "You're a lesbian?" Dave puzzled. 

"Not lesbians silly, just two girls in love. We both like men, in fact in college Mary was probably the school's most notorious slut." I started blushing and knew that I couldn't argue back. Little did Roxy know how much truth there was in that statement. 

"I don't care what you call yourselves, that kiss was fucking hot! Please don't stop on our account," Matt provoked. I knew that these guys were just as turned on watching two girls as I was. 

"You guys want to see more?" Roxy asked. The two guys nodded like a couple bobble head dolls. Roxy again took my face and really began making out with me. It was as sexy as our private kiss earlier. Thank heaven she put smear proof lipstick on me. I had never seen Roxy so aggressive and the entire situation was turning me on. We French kissed passionately. We were really putting on a good show. Roxy's mouth was feminine yet aggressive while mine was receptive and equally as feminine. I was lost in the kiss. It was the most romantic kiss I could remember. I almost forgot about our audience and was ready to climb aboard my fiancée and fuck her senseless but still remained ladylike. 

Roxy again took control and began making me kiss my way down her neck to her heaving bosom. I kissed and licked her breasts, which looked very sexy in her lacy black bra. She pulled the bottom of her dress up exposing her stocking tops and panties. She pushed my head down between her thighs and locked her legs around my back. I licked her sopping wet panties with the tip of my tongue and she gyrated her hips into my face while letting out a little moan. I could hear another moan from Matt and Dave who were obviously enjoying what they were seeing. It gave me a rush knowing that I was putting on one of the hottest looking lesbian shows ever. 

Roxy slid her panties right off and threw them across the room at the guys and her bare snatch again was before me to lick. I began eating her out like I did earlier with long licks and gentle clit sucking. She was so wet, I thought her juices might wash all my make-up off. Roxy loved it. She held my head in place with one hand and rocked her hips in time with my licking. She also panted sweet things to me like, "Oh Mary! God damn girlfriend, you know how to eat pussy!" I gave it my all including licking her anus and using my fingers to fuck her pussy while I had her clit in my lips.

I was licking and loving her pussy with all my passion and lost track of other things going on. I soon became aware of these things. I looked up while sucking on Roxy's sweet clit and noticed that Dave was standing beside her with his crotch at her face level and she had already taken his big cock out of his pants and was stroking its nine inch length. She looked down at me and saw me looking back. She smiled and opened her mouth taking Dave's cock all the way in. I felt a prang of jealousy but was helpless to do anything about it. Roxy kept my head in place with her thighs and her hand. I watched intently as she put on a real cock sucking show for me. I had to admit that it was a turn on. Dave had a big, thick cock and Roxy was working it with her tongue and her lips, making it wet and sloppy. She made loud sucking noises to add to the effect. Next I felt a hand caressing my ass and was about to panic. Matt was starting to feel me up. 

"Wait Matt!" Roxy interjected. "Mary is riding the cotton pony, if you know what I mean," she continued as she stroked Dave's swollen member with her hand. Matt removed his hand from my ass. Roxy signalled him to her with her finger and he walked around to the other side of her opposite Dave. I could see the tent in Matt's pants showing that he was hard as a rock and ready to go. Roxy unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Matt wasn't as big as Dave but he was still large and thick. Roxy wrapped her lips around his bulbous head and sucked him hard. She began alternating between Matt and Dave, taking about two minutes a time with their big cocks in her throat. They were each feeling up her tits that by now were completely exposed. I continued to tongue fuck her pussy as best that I could.

After watching Roxy blow my friends for twenty minutes, she stopped. She unhooked her legs from behind my back. I continued to lap at her box and awaited her next move. "Boys, Mary is getting jealous," she started. "I'm hogging all the cocks, we have to give her some," she added as she pulled my head up to hers. We sat with our stocking legs entwined facing each other as she held Dave's cock to my face and smiled. She wanted me to suck it. The evil grin on her face told me that she wanted to humiliate me but the twinkle in her green eyes told me that she was excited to watch me. I really didn't have a choice and took Dave's massive cock between my lips and slid it all the way to the back of my throat. Roxy's eyes lit up and she looked shockingly pleased. I sucked his cock with the practiced skill I had and Roxy cooed with pleasure. 

"Mary! Wow, I forgot what a great cock sucker you are!" Roxy grinned. "Boys, Mary taught me everything I know about giving head." That gave me incentive and I took Dave deep in my throat until his balls touched my chin. Roxy went back to blowing Matt. Our faces were just inches apart while we sucked cocks. It was seriously hot watching her so close up with her mouth stuffed with meat. Dave continued to give my tonsils a good work out.

Roxy again changed the action, "Here honey try this one for a while," she said as she passed Matt's cock to me and grabbed Dave away. I went at Matt's tool without even batting an eyelash. He moaned as he fucked my soft mouth. Roxy took Dave and pulled him on top of her. Her legs were spread wide as Dave plunged his dick into her waiting snatch. She screamed a little as he bottomed out. Now I was beginning to feel more jealousy, which was made worse when Roxy told Dave, "Baby, your cock is the biggest I have ever felt."

I watched as Dave's skinny ass humped up and down between my girlfriend's thighs. Meanwhile Matt was thrusting in and out of my mouth. I had no problem taking his full length and would lick his balls with my tongue when he was all the way in. I was upset as Roxy moaned and clawed at Dave's back in passion. She writhed in orgasm while he pounded her love nest. He soon was tensing up and exclaimed that he was ready to come. Roxy locked her feet around his ass to hold him in deep as he unloaded his pent up sperm inside her womb. It was a major blow to my ego watching them kiss in post orgasmic bliss. I could sense that Matt was growing impatient as he humped at my face. "I really need to fuck too, how about it Roxy?" he asked.

Roxy rolled off the couch, sweaty and exhausted. "I'm a bit worn out honey, I don't think my pussy can take any more," Roxy told him to his disappointment. "How do you feel about anal sex?" she added. I couldn't believe my ears! In all our time together Roxy had never given up her bottom. Was she about to let Matt be her first? I was being naïve of course. Roxy came over to me and positioned me so that I was on my knees. She lifted my skirt to my waist and began shifting the panties from the crack of my ass. I felt her tongue on my crack and she began licking my smooth bottom hole. This was a first for her but she licked my asshole without any hesitation. She was also careful not to let my equipment be seen by just holding the panties a little to the side. Her sweet little tongue felt so nice. She got it good and wet with spit. It soon ended however, as she took Matt's cock into her mouth and coated it with her saliva. She then pulled it out and held it against my bum hole. She regulated the force by which he entered me. It slipped into me easily. It felt good and I had to fight back the urge to yell out, "Fuck my sweet ass, baby!"

Roxy was really enjoying this. I think she loved watching me enjoy it as much as she loved putting me into the position in the first place. Her hand casually touched my pantied covered cock and could tell how hard I was, which greatly excited her. Matt had grabbed hold of my hips and began driving his fat cock in and out of my tight backdoor. He was really getting into fucking his first asshole. 

While Matt savagely fucked me in the ass, Roxy excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving me alone with both guys. Dave slid over and presented his still erect cock to my face. It was shiny with the juices of Roxy and himself. I started licking up the shaft getting a taste of both of their cum. The mixed flavour was delicious. Dave slipped the head between my lips and shoved it to the back of my throat. He was still horny as hell and began face fucking me hard. I was getting it hard from both ends. They were both moaning things to me like "take it bitch!" and calling me a 'slut', 'cock-sucker', and 'horny cunt'. It just egged me on to give them the best fuck they ever had. 

Roxy returned after fifteen minutes wearing her stockings and a black silk bathrobe. She had cleaned up a bit but still had that "just fucked look". She smiled at the scene before her. Dave and Matt were pounding away at my mouth and asshole like pistons. Roxy opened her robe and began rubbing herself. She played with her clit and urged the guys with, "Fuck her boys! She loves your cocks."

Matt was soon ready and grabbed my hips tightly burying himself in my hole up to his balls. His warm seed soon flooded my bowels. Dave was there too and launched his load into my stomach. I drained both sets of balls. Roxy was excited at watching me take their cum and screamed, "Yes, fill your best friend with cum!" 

I was shocked. Did she slip? Did she forget her plan? Was she caught up in the moment? I thought it might go unnoticed as both guys were in a post orgasmic daze. Roxy came over to us and put her hand on my panties. What she did next almost gave me a heart attack. She grabbed the waistband and ripped them right off of me. My raging hard-on flopped out for all to see. Dave and Matt both jumped back. Roxy began laughing in hysterics. "You guys are so dumb. You didn't even know you were fucking a guy, your own best friend!" she blurted as she rolled over laughing.

Dave and Matt quickly grabbed their cloths and started getting dressed. Matt said something like, "I'm going to throw up." They threw on their cloths and made a beeline for the door. Roxy was still laughing. I was mortified. What the fuck had she done? She calmed herself down and came over to the couch. I was sitting there panting and exhausted, wearing a wig, women's cloths and had jism running down my chin and from my bum. She straddled my waist and sat down on my hard cock. It slipped right up inside her moist box. 

"Now don't cum! Not until I say so," Roxy instructed. She squeezed my erection tight with her vaginal muscles. She pulled some photographs from her pocket and showed them to me. They were pictures of me from the night before with my face buried in a stripper's cleavage, kissing a stripper and with my face buried in a stripper's naked lap. I gulped. They must have taken them after drugging me and tipped the girl very well. Dave had a plan to show them to Roxy in order to get her pissed off with me then run crying into his arms. He had succeeded in getting her pissed off all right but underestimated her a little. I explained what had happened at the club to Roxy. She told me that she believed me but was still very hurt. She was wise to Dave's plan and wasn't about to fall for it but wanted to punish us all for our behaviour. 




What Are Friends For?



I missed being in love. I missed holding hands, cuddling, and the soft kisses. But what I really missed was having a girl’s lips wrapped around my dick. Maybe it was just sexual frustration, but for some reason I found myself lusting after her. We hung out together and seemed to get along ok, but there was a problem: she was dating my best friend.

The three of us had planned this trip all summer, and I found myself fantasizing about being in a hotel room with her. Of course, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. Bryan was my friend after all, and fooling around with his girlfriend would be tantamount to stabbing him in the back. Even if Heather actually wanted to fool around with me, we’d probably never get a chance to be alone anyway. 

Our plane had touched down at around five-thirty, and we were now on our way to a hotel in Times Square. Heather was sitting in between us in the backseat of the cab, and every now and then I stole some glances down her shirt. She had fantastic cleavage. It was almost hypnotizing. Her breasts seemed to call out to me, begging to be touched. They looked to be about a handful; probably a C-cup. I imagined sucking on those perky little nipples that poked through her shirt, but what really turned me on was the thought of cumming all over her tits. 

While she was standing at the desk in the hotel lobby, I couldn’t help but admire the way her kakis covered up her sweet ass. Of course, it wasn’t all about the booty. She also had a great, upbeat personality too. She reminded me of my ex-girlfriend. I swear there’s nothing more erotic than a sexy girl on the brink of womanhood, especially one that flaunts what she has without being too promiscuous. 

The hotel room was fairly nice. It had two beds, and also had a couple of chairs and a table in front of a large window that ran from the ceiling to the floor. It was around 50 stories up, so we had a great view of the surrounding area.

As we were unpacking, Heather and I happened to be putting some things in the bathroom. Apparently she thought it was odd that I had both an electric shaver and a regular razor.

“What’s the razor for?” she asked with a weird look on her face. “Do you shave your legs?” she teased.

“No,” I laughed, “but you’re close.”

Then she looked kind of intrigued. “Oooooh, I get it,” she said as she went through her makeup. “I think that’s kind of sexy. Bryan shaves his balls too.” 

“Really?”

“Yep, and it’s a definitely a good thing, if ya catch my drift,” she said with a wink. 

“Oh, I know it is. That’s the main reason I do it,” I chuckled. 

Once we were finished unpacking, we all decided to take a quick nap before exploring the city.

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I woke up about an hour later to the sound of a hairdryer. Bryan was still sleeping and apparently Heather had taken a shower. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey, can I use the bathroom?”

The hairdryer shut off door and the door opened. “Well, I guess so. Is it ok if I stay in here?”

“Uh, if you promise not to look,” I stammered out as I noticed she was only wearing a towel.

It was a fairly small bathroom. Above the sink was a mirror that covered the entire wall. On the other side of the room was the shower and in the middle was the toilet. It didn’t take me long to realize my dick would be in plain view for her to see. 

As she continued to blow dry her hair, I tried my hardest not to be turned on by that wonderful just-out-of-the-shower smell coming from her direction. Not to mention the fact that a towel was the only thing in between her and nakedness. Oh, and I love wet hair on girls. It just doesn’t get much sexier than that. 

I looked over towards my profile in the mirror as I stood at the toilet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen myself pee before. It was kind of turn on. Then I noticed Heather’s gaze was directed towards my dick. Was she checking me out? Maybe she was curious about the fact that I shaved and she wanted to see for herself. My heart started beating faster as my dick grew in my hand.

She quickly looked up to meet my eyes in the mirror, and gave me a little smile. Slightly embarrassed, I turned my head back down and stared into the toilet as I tried to come up with something to say.

“So, uh, do you have any ideas for what we can do tonight?” I asked her in a slightly raised voice to make sure she could hear me over the blow dryer. 

“I don’t know, what do you wanna do?”

I tried suppressing the image of me and her in a sixty-nine as I adjusted the grip on my dick. “Hmm.. Doesn’t matter to me. I guess we can find somewhere to eat and then walk around for awhile,” I said, and then stuffed my dick back into my pants and flushed the toilet.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she grinned as we made eye contact on my way out of the bathroom. 

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We returned to the hotel room later that night with sore feet and some souvenirs. It was a great experience to walk around Times Square, but now we needed to unwind. The hotel’s mini-bar was overpriced and didn’t have anything good, so we had planned ahead and brought back some alcohol.

Heather left to go fill up the ice bucket, and I kicked off my shoes and went to the bathroom. As soon as I was out, Bryan went in so he could take a shower. After I had turned on the TV, I grabbed a beer and got comfortable in one of the chairs.

A few minutes later, Heather came back with the ice and poured some wine into a cup, and then put the wine bottle in the ice bucket. When she sat down in the other chair and put her feet up on the ottoman, she “accidentally” bumped against my feet. “So what do you wanna talk about?” she grinned with a certain twinkle in her eyes.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter to me.”

Then she blurted out, “Did you ever think you were gay?” 

What the hell kind of question was that? I was taken aback, but answered a truthful, “No.” I was certain I would never fall in love with a guy. And I had no desire to kiss, cuddle with, or fuck one either. However... sometimes I did wonder what it’d be like to give a blowjob. But even then, I wasn’t really attracted to guys. I was only interested in their dicks, nothing else. So I was basically a curious straight guy with a cock fetish.

Trying to take the heat off me, I then asked her if she ever thought she was a lesbian.

She took a sip of wine and said, “Well, I used to think I was bisexual.” 

Acting all nonchalantly, I coughed up, “Really?” as I nearly choked on some beer.

Then she went on to tell me how she was attracted to a friend of hers but nothing ever happened.

“Hmm.. well that’s cool that you’re open-minded like that,” I said.

“What about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

She quickly got to the point, and out came, “Have you ever wanted to fool around with a guy?”

There was no way I’d admit to being curious. “Uh, not really.”

Just then, Bryan came out of the bathroom wearing only his boxers.

“So what’s going on?” he asked as he opened a beer.

“Oh, nothing much,” Heather grinned. “Hey, do you guys wanna smoke?” she asked excitedly as she jumped out of the chair and went to her purse. 

“Hell yeah,” Bryan said as he took a swig of beer.

I didn’t really feel like smoking pot, so I said I’d just watch them instead. 

“Yeah, I bet you will,” Heather said with a mischievous voice.

Trying to play it cool, I shrugged off the sexual innuendo, and went back to drinking my beer. I had to admit it’d be damn cool to watch them get it on though.

She packed up the one-hitter and lit it. Then she took a couple of big hits and promptly blew the smoke in my face.

“You bitch,” I said jokingly.

“Come on, you know you want some,” was her reply.

“Nah, I don’t wanna get too fucked up. I think I’ll just stick with drinking beer.”

“Fine, don’t smoke, it’ll leave more for us,” she said as she passed the pipe to Bryan.

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We continued talking about random bullshit for the next hour or so, and eventually we ended up sitting on their bed watching TV. They were lounged back against the headboard, and I was lying on the side of the bed. Bryan and I were probably on our fourth or fifth beers, and Heather was just about done with her bottle of wine. All the lights were off except for the one between the beds, giving the room a nice atmosphere.

Heather suggested that we get one of those pay-per-view porn movies. We didn’t need much convincing, and fairly quickly we found a movie that seemed worth watching. 

It was a typical porn, and we made comments about it being cheesy or how bad the acting was. Then a scene came on that seemed to kill the conversation. A girl was getting ready to perform oral sex on a guy. I’ve always thought blowjobs were the best part of porn. They truly were a performance. There’s nothing better than watching a beautiful girl give head. 

I’m sure the booze and pot made us even hornier as we watched the girl slobber on his dick. Finally, after about ten minutes, the guy pulled out of her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her face. I loved cumshots, and I knew Bryan felt the same way.

My briefs were getting way too restrictive, so I discreetly tried making some adjustments. Then I looked over to see Heather whispering something to Bryan as she rubbed his crotch. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited she was. I was thinking about how I’d be able to jack off later after they fell asleep, when I heard Heather say, “Hey, try to pretend we aren’t here, ok?”

What was that supposed to mean? And before I knew it, she had pulled Bryan’s dick out from the slit of his boxers. Holy shit, I’m supposed to ignore that? 

“Hey man, it was her idea. We can go in the bathroom or something if it bothers you,” he said as Heather stroked his dick.

“pssft. Whatever. I don’t care,” I said in disbelief, as I tried to watch the movie. Just how far were they going to take things?

Every now and then I looked out the corner of my eye to watch them. They were making out as she pumped her hand up and down his cock. Fuck, screw the movie. If they’re gonna put on a show, then I was gonna watch.

Heather slowly kissed her way down his stomach and took his cock in her mouth. I could hear Bryan take a sharp intake of breath as I unconsciously did the same thing. I couldn’t believe what was happening. One of my fantasies was to watch her give him head, and now it was happening right in front of me! 

She bobbed her head up and down and took more of him into her mouth. It was obvious by the dopey look on his face that he was enjoying the blowjob. She then took her mouth off his dick and starting to lick the underside of his shaft. After licking him up and down a few times, she stopped and started pulling down his boxers. 

I was beginning to wonder if they forgot I was there. Then Heather threw his boxers on the floor and grinned at me.

“Enjoying the show?” she said with a mischievous grin.

I nodded and licked my lips.

“Maybe you can help out,” she said just before she dropped the bombshell. “I wanna see you guys sixty-nine.”

“No way,” Bryan said.

“Come on, honey. Please?” Heather begged.

“No, I’m not sucking his dick,” he said with a disgusted look.

I wasn’t really surprised, because I figured Bryan was totally straight and would never suck another guy’s dick. But that was ok with me, because I didn’t want a guy’s mouth on my dick anyway. In fact, I didn’t want a guy touching me in any kind of sexual way at all.

Then she put her hand on my thigh and tried persuading me as she moved it up towards my crotch. “Pleeeese, it’ll be fun,” she begged as she rubbed her fingers over my briefs. I definitely wanted her to keep doing that, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to get her to do more.

At that moment, I seriously contemplated sucking Bryan’s dick. After all, if I could get a blowjob or even a handjob from Heather, then it would be totally worth it.

Feeling my heart pound faster and faster, I started scooting over to get closer to Bryan’s crotch. “What the hell am I doing?” I thought to myself. Just then, I felt Heather squeeze my dick. Oh, yeah, now I remembered. I started to reach out for his dick, but then he stopped me by covering his dick with his hands.

“What are doing?” he asked, obviously not wanting me to touch him.

Heather noticed his resistance and moved up the bed to try comforting him. “Relax, honey. Do it for me,” she said as she started kissing his neck.

Within a few minutes, she got him to reluctantly let go of his dick. After he moved his hands away, I took that as a sign to proceed and got in position.

Noticing that he wasn’t trying to stop me, I took his cock in my hand and immediately felt the warmth of it as I gave it a little squeeze.

My eyes wandered down the trail of hair on his stomach and the trimmed hair around his dick. He had a great cock. I’m guessing it was about average, maybe six or seven inches. It was circumcised, and just like Heather had said, his balls were shaved and so was the base of his shaft. 

I ran my hand up and down his cock a few times, and put my other hand around his balls. I was definitely enjoying this.

My heart pounded in my ears as I realized what I was about to do. Without looking up for his approval, I took the plunge and licked the drop of cum that had formed on the tip of his dick. After being satisfied with the taste (or lack of), I took the head of his dick between my lips. Then, instinctively, I started running my tongue underneath his cockhead. It was firm but not quite hard or even soft. It was definitely a unique feeling. 

Encouraged by the way his hips moved up in the air, I opened my mouth wider and started taking more of it in. I had managed to get about halfway down his shaft when I felt his cock at the back of my throat. 

I paused for a moment and marveled and the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth. It was easy to see why some people loved giving blowjobs. Then, as I rubbed his balls in my hand, I swirled my tongue around and started taking his cock out.

After reaching the top of his dick, I licked it some more and gave it a few pumps with my hand. Then I went down again until it filled my mouth. When it reached the back of my throat, I repeated the same process over and over. Up, down, up, down. And before long I was sucking cock like a pro.

I continued this bobbing again for a few minutes and kept rubbing his balls and pumping his shaft. Then I decided to try and get all of him in my mouth. After all, how hard could it be? I tried forcing his cockhead past the back of my throat, but I just wasn’t able to do it. Apparently, deepthroating was harder than I thought.

So, resigned to the fact that I could only get half of it in my mouth, I took out his cock and began licking the underside of his shaft. As I looked up, I could see Heather watching me with lust in her eyes as she sucked on Bryan’s nipples. I also noticed that her hand was in her panties and rubbing her pussy. 

Watching her was such a turn on. I moved my head further down and licked his smooth balls a few times as I continued to pump his shaft. Then I licked my way back up his cock and took in my mouth again. 

I wanted him to make him cum. So deciding to speed things up, I kept my tongue moving as I bobbed my head faster and pumped his shaft. 

His hips where bouncing off the bed as he got closer and closer. Continuing to bob my head, I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Fuuuccckk!” he said under his breath as he thrust his hips one last time.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for. I made sure my lips were sealed around his shaft and kept my tongue moving firmly along the underside of his cock.

And then it happened.

His cock flexed, and a stream of cum squirted out on my tongue. He must have been holding back, because it took a full two seconds before he starting releasing the rest of his load. When his cock pulsed next, a shot of cum slammed into the back of my throat, nearly gagging me. Then in quick succession, I felt a wave of spasms through my lips as his cock pulsed and shot stream after stream of cum in my mouth. I was surprised at how warm it was, and the fact that I loved feeling his cock unload. His cum was quickly filling up my mouth so I pulled back so only his cockhead remained between my lips. Then the pulses slowly tapered off as I sucked and licked the tip of his dick.

When he started to soften, I suddenly became extremely self-conscious of what I just did. I was also aware that I now had a mouthful of cum that I had no intention of swallowing. So trying not to breathe through my nose, I got off the bed and avoided eye contact as I headed towards the bathroom. 

Once I was bent over the sink, I turned on the water and let the cum drip from my open mouth. After most of it was out, I spit a few times to get rid of the rest. Then I made my hands into a cup and filled my mouth with water so I could try to get rid of the taste. Ugh. I could still taste it. Only after using some mouthwash was I able to get rid of it all. 

I forced myself to look into the mirror. I couldn’t believe what I just did. Not only did I suck my best friend’s dick and let him cum in my mouth, but Heather watched me do it. How was I going to go out there and face them?

I decided to take a long shower and jack off while I was in there. About a half hour later, I emerged from the bathroom feeling uneasy. It was dark and they seemed to be sleeping. Perfect. I got into bed and fell asleep with thoughts of what had happened and would happen in the morning.

Looking back on it, I feel some regret. Even though it was an awesome experience, I’m not sure it’s something I’d want to do again. I supposed that’s the thing about fantasies - once you act them out, the thrill is gone and it’s one less thing to wonder about. Oh well, live and learn. Here’s to keeping life interesting.



What are Friends For?



It all started when Megan came home to find Mike fucking her little sister. Megan had been burned before, but this was her fiancé and it was the last straw. After a huge blow-up Mike was gone and Megan had sworn off men forever. Now I'd known Megan for close to seven years at the time, and in those seven years she'd been with as many men as women. So, Megan going completely lesbian wasn't that big of a deal. The problem was that she chose her women as poorly she chose her men. More than once in the next few months bitchy, deceptive women hurt Megan. 

It wasn't long before she decided that a dildo was all she needed in the bedroom, and her old friends were all she needed for relationships. Now we've all made choices like that before, but they seldom last past the next lonely, horny night. Not Megan though, she held fast for fourteen months. Fourteen months, dozens of vibrators and hundreds of batteries later, we decided something had to be done. Megan was serious, and solo sex was not healthy when it was the only kind of sex you ever had. We took it upon ourselves to show Megan what fun sex could be and how important partners were when we were all on vacation in North Carolina.

Matt, Jenn, Megan, Amy and I met in college, and we've been fast friends ever since. Only two of us have paired up, me and Jenn, aside from that, the normal sexual banter, and a couple lesbian experiments in the dorms none of us had been sexually active with each other. But desperate times call for desperate measures, as you'll soon see. Matt and I are both about six feet tall and weigh in at about 185. Matt is dark skinned and swarthy being of Greek descent, while I'm the classic Californian blonde. Matt and I have both done some acting, and I've done a little modeling as well. Matt is also very bisexual; I love to tease him by walking around naked or brushing against him when we're out. Megan is 5'9", blonde and stunning, with long legs and beautiful hands and feet. Amy and Jenn are both about 5'5", petite and brunette. 

Jenn has the classic hourglass figure, curvy in all the right places with great tits and an ass you just have to grab. Amy on the other hand is an athletic icon. Trim and sleek with muscles that, while not bulgy and masculine, are clearly visible with every move she makes. All three girls are well built and favor clothing that shows this fact. Mini, leather, backless, clingy and strapless are some of their favorite words when it comes to clothing. Megan and Jenn both have a thing for feet as well. They collect shoes, favor sandals and love to fuck in stilettos. Jenn especially loves to foot jack me into her shoes before we go out so she can spend the night with my cum squishing between her toes, every now and then she'll remove a shoe and lick my cum from the shoe or her foot, it's sexy as hell.

We had rented a beach house for a week as we do almost every summer. It was one of our favorites in the area with a large private pool, two hot tubs and a whirlpool bath in every room. On the first morning, Megan went shopping, Matt and Amy went for a swim, and Jenn and I were in our room. She had her toes firmly clamped around the base of my cock, the head was as far down her throat as she could push it, my balls were in her hand, and we each had a finger or two in the other's ass when I came. Jenn gagged on my load and spilled some onto her toes before she slurped up the cum and swallowed.

"I love your jizz, baby!" she cooed as she spun on my finger and rubbed my cum between her toes. She reached for a pair of vintage pink jelly shoes and caught the last of my ejaculation in the heel of her left shoe and transferred some the right. I lay back and sighed as she slipped her jizz covered feet into cum filled jellies and pulled on a pink bikini. "What do you think, semen, sandals and swimwear for the day?"

"Sounds perfect to me." I paused and groaned, "What should we do about Megan? This solo gig has got to stop. It's not healthy, you have to fuck other people, not just rubber dongs."

"I'm wearing your sperm and you're thinking of Megan?" she laughed. Bending down she stuck a finger between her big and second toes and licked the cum from the tip. "Mmm. Seriously though, I agree. She's literally terrified of being in a relationship again. But she won't fuck a stranger, anyway how is that any better than masturbating to a porn, there's still no real interaction. Aside from fucking her ourselves what can we do?"

Now Jenn was not the type to share her lover, neither was I really, but the idea just seemed so perfect. "That's it, but not just you and me, all of us, a sort of friendly orgy."

"No, I don't-

"Just think of it as an intervention. Besides, I know you and Amy and Megan have pulled a threesome before, and you can't tell me you haven't thought about Matt's meat in your cunt."

"Thought about it yes, but actually doing it..."

"If you don't want to we won't even mention it, but how else can we show Megan that sex with people you care about is worth the risk of being hurt?" I was as surprised as Jenn about what I was suggesting. She finally agreed, and I walked to the kitchen, balls in the wind, to find Matt and Amy. They were both at the table, "Come upstairs, we need to talk to you." I said.

"Should I bring the pussy or are you providing it?" Matt gestured to Amy and grinned.

"Amy, why don't you bring the dick, we may need a spare." I replied with a smile of my own. They followed me upstairs; needless to say they took very little convincing. We called Megan on her cell phone to find out that she wouldn't be back until dinner. We set to work.

After preparing a great dinner and setting it to cook, we set to work on wardrobe. The girls put me in tight low-rise leather pants, and Matt in his Speedo. Matt's cock crept over the top of his suit as he took in my shirtless body. "Easy there, Tiger. You'll probably get your chance tonight." I flicked the tip of his cock, and went into the bathroom where Jenn had told me to meet her.

On the floor she had set a pair of strappy, silver stilettos. She took her still slightly moist feet from her jellies and set them next to her stilettos. She pulled my cock from my pants looked at me and said, " I need a lot of cum." And proceeded to fuck me with her throat. After about a minute of this I noticed Amy standing in the doorway watching, at the same time Jenn started yelling "Cum!" which sounded more like "Guhhm!" as she yelled around the meat in her mouth.

She did this five or six times and I obliged her. What she caught in her mouth she drooled into one jelly, and caught what was still coming from my spasming dick in the other. Amy watched in fascination as Jenn poured my cream all over her stilettos, leaving ample amount in the jellies. Jenn then removed Amy's thongs and placed the spunk filled shoes on her feet. Amy giggled as my juices covered her heels, soles and toes. I wiped myself off as Jenn strapped on her cummy sandals, kissed me and left with Amy.

We met on the back deck, the one facing the beach, to eat dinner and await Megan's return. Matt and I were setting the table when Amy and Jenn reappeared, their feet still glistening with jizz. Jenn had traded her pink bikini for silver crotch-less panties and a silver bikini top. She had an inch long diamond chain dangling from her cilt piercing. Amy had opted for a shiny pink, backless napkin top and blue leather miniskirt. We were a fuck ready group.

Megan missed dinner and showed-up just as we were finishing. She was wearing a red bikini top, black and red sarong, and black thong sandals that wrapped around her foot and laced around her ankle. She took in our states of undress, and the bewildered question died on her lips.

Jenn crossed behind Megan and shut the sliding door, clit chain tinkling between her thighs. Amy stood, lifted her shirt and started massaging her pert little breasts. She looked Megan in the eye and said, "You have got to stop this masturbatory madness. You can't stay afraid of relationships and sexual encounters for the rest of your life. So, as your friends we're going to have ourselves a little orgy, and you are going to watch until you join in and have you brains fucked out, or we die of exhaustion. Your choice."

With that Amy tore my pants off and told Matt to suck me off. Matt jumped willingly at the chance and was soon giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. Amy continued massaging her breasts and took a seat directly across from Megan. Jenn kneeled in front of Amy, put Amy's jelly clad foot in her mouth and proceeded to suck my drying cum from between her toes.

Jenn eased back and started to grind her bare pussy against Megan's sandaled foot. Megan had started to masturbate her self when Amy told her to stop. I took my cue, and my penis from Matt's mouth, removed her sarong and bikini bottom and started to eat Megan out. Jenn rolled onto her back and jammed Megan's foot, sandal and all, deep into her pussy, she reached up and took my cock into her hungry mouth.

Amy saw the way both Megan and Jenn shuddered when Megan's foot plunged into Jenn's hole, and decided she needed a foot fucking too. She took Megan's other foot and eased just the toes and tip of sandal into her pussy. As her lips parted in ecstasy, Matt filled her mouth and throat with his 9 inches of meat. Amy gagged but pushed her face harder toward Matt's pelvis. Matt viciously fucked her face; Amy choked and gagged but kept Matt balls deep in her face.

Amy came first, she was a squirter. In between gags and coughs, she came and sprayed Megan's foot, sandal, and leg with her juices. Jenn "Oohed" at the sight and went to lick Amy's cum from Megan's foot. Almost immediately after Amy, Matt exploded in Amy's mouth. Her head fell back and she took a shot in the face. Jizz burbled out of her mouth and she croaked, "More, more cum." She pushed Matt away and reached for me. She pulled my cock from Jenn's mouth and rammed her face onto my meat.

She gagged repeatedly on my shaft and I pushed deep into her throat, I had to reciprocate. I pulled my face from between Megan's legs and watched Jenn move in. As I licked Amy to orgasm again, I heard Jenn yell, "Yes!" Amy and I both paused to see Matt ramming into Jenn from behind. Jenn yelled again, "Yes! Your best friend is fucking your wife in the ass! Yes!" Jenn continued to scream her way to orgasm.

As Jenn came I came massively into Amy's throat and pulled out trailing semen across Amy's face and breasts. As I moved toward Megan, Jenn ripped off Megan's Bikini top and moaned, "My husband is going to fuck you like a cheap whore!" I pulled Megan to the ground, put her legs in the air and buried myself in her pussy. Megan yelped and Amy came to sit on her face. As I pounded Megan and she tongued Amy, Jenn licked the spunk from Amy's face and chest. In between Jenn's grunting caused by Matt's anal abuse, she and Amy exchanged snowballs, Amy even lifted herself to drool some cum into Megan's mouth.

Jenn and Amy swapped places, although Amy didn't want anal so Matt settled for doggie style. Jenn turned toward me on Megan's face and we took turns kissing and licking Megan's feet and sandals.

Eventually Matt and I retired to let the girls work on each other. Jenn asked Amy to fuck her and Megan with her feet; Jenn insisted that Amy leave her jellies on. Amy did both gladly. At one point Amy went inside. Jenn got up went to get two pairs of red pumps, then jerked me and Matt off into them. She and Megan both donned a pair, our spunk squishing over the top and onto the deck, and Jenn then disappeared onto the beach. Megan went inside to find Amy

I thought we were done, but within minutes Jenn had returned with fifteen or twenty guys from the beach. "What's going on?" I asked. She just smiled. Amy and Megan returned to the deck, Amy looking slightly nervous. Jenn took Amy's hand, led her to the table and bent her over the table so that Amy's cunt and asshole were clearly visible. The group of guys cheered.

"Here's the deal," announced Jenn and licked her finger. "Amy's going to pull a train." The guys cheered "You can fuck her here," Jenn pushed her finger in to Amy's pussy, "or here." Jenn moved her finger to Amy's ass. 

Amy jumped and yelled, "No!" the group of guys just laughed. 

Jenn continued, "She's an anal virgin," again cheering and Jenn pushing Amy back over the table. "But you have to cum here." Jenn passed a hand over Megan's face who was kneeling beside Amy and rubbing her leg. "Once you cum, you leave. Deal?" more cheering.

A large black man removed himself from the crowd. He pulled out what must have been a twelve inch cock and pressed it into Amy's wet slit, she groaned with joy. As this happened Jenn came over to me and Matt and said, "Matt, fuck my husband in the ass while I watch and fuck him with my feet." Matt lubed his dick with spit and I spread my legs while Jenn lay on her back and grabbed my dick with her toes. It hurt at first but Matt was gentle, and Jenn kept egging us on saying things like "Fuck my husband til he cums" and "I want you to cover me with your cum". Eventually I got into it, watching Amy and Megan was a perk.

The black man moved from Amy and shot a huge load all over Megan's face. She laughed and licked her lips. The next guy in the line pressed into Amy's virgin ass. She screamed and cried, but she didn't try to stop him. In fact she pushed toward him, the next two or three guys used her ass as well, when they moved to Megan she finished them with her mouth, hands or feet, which were still soaked in spunk. The fifth guy tried to use Amy's pussy, but she insisted on anal, by the eighth guy she was screaming, "Fuck my ass! Oh yeah! Just my ass, my pussy's been fucked for years, my ass has to catch up!" Each guy left after cumming on Megan. 

After Matt pulled out of me and blew his load on Jenn, she finished me with her mouth then moved under the table to watch Amy. Jenn pushed the pointy toe of her punp into Amy's cunt and savagely fucked Amy with her shoe as guy after guy had his way with Amy's ass. The last two were Matt and me. By this time I could've fisted Amy's ass, and Megan was covered with jizz. Her hair was soaked, there wasn't a dry spot on her body, and there looked to be enough semen on the deck around her to fill a kiddie pool. Jenn and Amy curled up with Megan in the pool of cum and proceeded to clean her with their tongues. Megan looked at all of us and whispered, "Thank you."

"Hey," I spoke, "What are friends for?"



What Are Friends For?



When the phone rang, his Mom answered it, then called him over. "It's Candy for you, son."

"Thanks Mom. Hi, Candy."

"Hi, Harry." There was a giggle on the line. "Harry, you said you have a digital camera, didn't you?"

"Yeah, a Canon."

"Great. Can you come round for a swim this afternoon? About two?"

"I'd love to."

"Bring the camera with you, Harry, it will be worth it. Bye, Harry. Don't jack off, I need you." Harry stared at the dead phone in his hand for a moment, then grinned. What now? He and Candy had been an item for almost eight months now, since that magical time at Halloween when Candy had surrendered her virginity to him. From her closing remark it seemed he might just get to sink his prick in her juicy pussy again.

"Mom, I'm going round to Candy's for a swim this afternoon, okay?"

"Sure thing, son. Will you be staying over?"

"She didn't say." He'd stayed overnight at Candy's a few times. Her dad and mom sometimes were away overnight, because her dad didn't like driving at night, and on those nights he slept with Candy. A couple of times he'd used the guest room. Candy's folks seemed to like him, and he was made welcome.

"Ring if you are, otherwise I'll worry." Liz smiled at her son. He had never actually said so, but she knew her son and Candy were lovers.

"Will do, Mom."

"Lunch?"

"Yes!"

Two o'clock found Harry ringing Candy's doorbell. There was a short delay and she answered the door in a towelling robe, her hair wet, water splashes on her skin. As soon as the door closed behind him she was in his arms, her kiss hot, a promise. Gently, she broke away, a smile in her eyes.

"Mom and Dad are away tonight. Will you stay?"

"Try and stop me. I need to tell Mom, though, or she'll worry."

"Plenty time for that. Um, Harry, we have company. Did you bring your suit?"

"I always do, as you know." Harry grinned. "Mom never asks me why it's usually bone dry when I go home."

"Do you think she suspects?"

Harry laughed. "Heck, yeah, I think she does, in fact I'm pretty sure. She likes you, so don't worry."

"I like her, too."

"So, who's the company?"

"Milly."

"Milly Thornberg?"

"Yeah. She and I, we've been talking about various things. She's the reason I asked you to bring the camera. You did bring it?"

"In my bag. I brought a couple of extra lenses, too."

"Good. Harry, have you ever done any nude photography?"

Harry was startled. "No, I haven't." He grinned. "Now you've given me the idea, I'd like some of you."

"And you shall have them, lover." Candy's grin was broad, lewd. "But it wasn't me I was thinking about, it was Milly."

"Milly?" Harry was stunned. Candy's pretty friend didn't seem the type.

"She wants some for Jackie."

"Does she now? Why me? And who's Jackie?"

"Ah. Yes. She thinks I'm going to take them. Jackie's her Australian pen-pal."

"She wants you to take them? I guess she'd be shy with me taking them. Fair enough, I'll show you how to use it and the two of you can play without me." Harry gave Candy a mock pout, and she grinned.

"Harry, I behead people regularly taking photographs. What makes you think I'll be any better with yours?"

"Well, it's a reflex, so what you see through the viewfinder is what you take."

"That would help." Candy grinned. "I'd still feel happier if you were the one taking them. We just have to persuade Milly." She took Harry's hand. "Come on, she's out at the pool. We've been topping up our tans, naked of course, but she's probably hiding in a robe by now."

Harry frowned. "Why does Milly want to send nude photos of herself to her pen pal?"

"Jackie's a naturist, and she's been trying to persuade Milly to try it. I think she's teetering, but she's shy. Anyway, the only place round here is the beach at Dover Point. Milly certainly wouldn't go by herself. She asked me, but I said I wouldn't go without you."

Harry blinked. "Whoa! Are you trying to get me onto a nude beach?"

Candy grinned. "Why not, it might be fun. You know Kirsty Anderson? She told me she went with Jeannie Evensen. She said it was great." Candy giggled. "That's when she started going with Jimmy Perez. She says he's great in bed."

"Does she now?" Harry grinned at Candy. "I guess, if you want to get me onto a nude beach, sure, I'll come." He made a face. "You two will look right at home, but I've still got some tanning to do on the middle bits."

Candy gave him a quick kiss. "Thanks, lover. I'll reward you later." She chuckled. "We might get your prick tanned if you kept it out of my pussy, but neither of us wants that!" Candy paused. "Milly showed me some photos Jackie sent. She's a knockout!"

"Nudes?"

"Yeah. She reminds me of me, a little, except she's bigger in the tits department."

"No worries there. I love yours just as they are."

"Me too. Shit! Milly's still naked! Wait here, lover, I'll just make sure she knows you're here." Candy made her way over to the prone figure of Milly and crouched down beside her. Harry couldn't hear what was said, but Candy stood up and discarded her robe, revealing the slender body that Harry loved to caress. She waved to him to come out and made her way to meet him, laughing.

"Milly says, if you get naked, she'll stay naked. She's shy, I think, but she wants to act as naturally as possible." Candy giggled. "You know what she told me? Today is National Nude Day!"

Harry laughed. "You're kidding!" Candy shook her head. "You're not kidding. Practising for the nude beach, then?" Harry laughed again. "I'll dump my clothes in the spare room, okay?"

"Put them in my room, Harry. Milly's in the spare tonight."

"She's staying over?" Harry was surprised.

"Yeah." Candy gave him a quick kiss. "We arranged it before I knew Mom and Dad were away, and that you'd be staying. We'll still sleep together. But for now, shoo, go get naked."

"I'll leave the camera and lenses," said Harry, taking them from his bag. He switched the camera on. "It's switched on, so point, zoom if necessary, focus - it's autofocus, so just take up a light pressure on the release - and shoot."

"Just like that, eh?" said Candy, taking the camera.

"Just like that. Back in a minute." Harry went back into the house and up to Candy's bedroom, a familiar place to him now. He grinned to himself as he stripped and took himself back out to the pool. At first there was no sign of Candy and Milly, until he realized that they were in the pool. Candy waved and Milly looked back over her shoulder and smiled, a little awkward, a little flushed.

Harry dived into the pool and swam towards the girls. Candy stopped, letting her feet find bottom, and stood, water level just below her tits, her nipples stiff little buttons. A flush on her face, Milly stood, too. A little bigger in the bust than Candy, and in the hips, she was a very attractive girl. Harry stopped, letting his own feet find the bottom. He leaned over and kissed Candy, brief, but with promise, then turned to Milly. Not giving her a chance to duck out, Harry gave her a quick kiss.

"You look good, Milly, really good."

"Thanks, Harry. I would say the same about you, except I haven't seen anything, yet." Milly grinned, her flush fading.

"As long as you promise not to judge me by my prick size, we'll get on fine," said Harry, laughing.

Milly giggled, turning to Candy. "Is that how you judge him, Candy."

Candy smiled, shaking her head. "No, Milly. It's not the size of the wand, but the skill of the wizard." They all laughed. "Milly, those photographs?"

Milly looked uncomfortable for a moment. "What about them?"

"Harry is much better with a camera than I'll ever be, so why don't you let him take them?"

Milly gnawed her lip for a moment, then turned to Harry. "You won't tell anyone?"

"Absolutely not, I promise."

"Well, okay, but I want to take some of you two, right?"

Candy and Harry looked at each other. Harry shrugged, turning to Milly. "Same promise as I made?"

Milly nodded. "I don't tell anyone. Okay, but I'd like permission to tell Jackie."

"Your Australian friend?"

"Yes. She sent me some photographs, so I want to return the favor. She's coming over on a month's holiday, starting in two weeks time. Her parents are quite well off, apparently, so they're paying for a trip over here before she starts her degree course." 

"Lucky Jackie," said Candy. "Okay by me. Harry?" He nodded. "You'll have to bring her over here for a swim," said Candy. "Maybe we'll get her naked, too."

Milly grinned. "Why not? She's a naturist." She let herself sink back into the water. "I'm going to swim for a while."

Candy turned to Harry. "Swim, or photos?"

"Nudes of you?"

Candy nodded. "And you," she said with a grin.

Harry laughed. "Okay. Come on, naked one and let's get the camera."

Harry wasn't sure later if it was his skill with the camera, or whether Candy was just a natural model. They had fun, and Harry knew that the only ones he'd dare show the pictures to were himself and Candy, for she made no coy protests nor awkward poses to hide herself, but was natural and uninhibited, just as she was when they were making love.

"Now you," said Candy when Harry had finished, "Quick, before that lovely erection goes down."

"Not likely, while you're there naked and I'm feeling horny."

"Just a couple, okay, and then we'll fuck."

Harry laughed. "Well, since you put it like that." He sucked in his gut, turned three-quarter view to Candy and flexed his erection. Candy was laughing, her shoulders shaking, trying to aim the camera.

"Stop it, idiot," she said, "or no fucking."

"Cruel. I'm trying to give you a better picture."

"And you are, sweetheart, you are. Just hold still." Candy quickly took several pictures, reframing and zooming as she worked, then carefully laid the camera aside, moving into Harry's embrace and pressing herself against him, her lips coming up for his kiss. She smiled at him as she gently broke the kiss.

"Fuck me, Harry, fuck me here, now."

"Milly?" Harry began, but Candy put her fingers over his lips.

"Milly can watch if she wants, but I want to be fucked!" Candy grinned. "No need for foreplay, lover, I'm wet and ready." She held out her hand and drew him down with her onto the colorful beach towel they'd been using. She flung her legs apart and Harry could see the gleam of moisture in her cleft, her labia flushed, ready for him.

He knelt between her legs and leaned forward, weight on one arm, the fingers of his other hand holding his prick, guiding it into her, her soft hiss welcoming him into her body.

"It feels good, Harry, it always feels good," said Candy, her voice soft and warm. Harry paused, deep inside her, and bent to kiss her.

"For me, too, sweetheart, believe me." Harry thrust into her, once, twice, deep. "I just don't have the words to tell you how it feels, but it's good, fucking great, in fact!"

Candy squeezed down on him with her internal muscles. "No need for the words, Harry, love, just action. Let's fuck!"

Harry grinned. "Yes, boss." He began to move, pushing deep into Candy, puling back until he almost left her and pushing deep inside her again. She grinned up at him and blew a kiss. Harry began to move steadily, pushing deep, pulling back until he almost left her, then pushing deep again, pulling back, pushing deep.

Candy's pussy got wetter and the now familiar swish of his prick moving in her juices came to their ears. Candy grinned up at him, a faint sheen of sweat on her face in the summer afternoon warmth. "We're getting noisy again."

"My favorite symphony."

"I love to feel you inside me, Harry, I just wish I had the words to describe it."

"Go on, try," said Harry, never ceasing his rhythmic thrusting.

Candy grinned, squeezing down on Harry as he pushed into her. "Exciting? Yes. Stimulating? Definitely. Satisfying? Of course! They all say part of it, but I think I'd have to settle on awesome."

The familiar sound of a camera shutter came to their ears. Startled, they paused. Milly was crouched about six feet away, Harry's camera to her eye. She lowered it and grinned at them, a spot of color burning on each cheek.

"Awesome is definitely the word I'd use." She pouted. "You're not stopping there, are you?" she said, raising the camera suggestively.

Harry felt Candy's pussy pulse around him. He looked down, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks.

"Yes," she said, her voice hoarse, excited, "I want the pictures, Harry, I want to see you fucking me!"

Harry glanced across at Milly, the camera at her eye again. "Yeah, I do, too," he said, beginning his rhythmic thrusting again. Candy groaned and her heels hooked behind his ass, pulling him in to her, her breathing deepening. Harry was vaguely aware of Milly moving around them and the occasional noise of the camera shutter, but Candy's approaching climax, and his own, were the focus of his concentration.

Candy's climax was violent, her strangled scream loud in his ear, and the clutching spasms of her pussy triggered Harry's own, his hips bucking in reflexive spasms as his seed jetted into Candy's pussy. For a few moments, there was only the sound of tortured lungs trying to replenish oxygen supplies. 

It was Milly's voice that broke the silence, awe in her tone, wondering. "I have never seen anything like it," she whispered. "That was totally fucking incredible." She giggled, high, nervous. "I am absolutely fucking soaking."

Candy reached out with her hand and squeezed Milly's fingers. "Was it good to watch?"

"I told you before. Awesome!"

Candy grinned up at Harry. "Good for you, too, baby?"

"You know it was."

"Yeah. I thought you were trying to drill through me and into the ground," said Candy, her tone droll.

Harry laughed. "I thought you were trying to pull me there!"

Beside them, Milly giggled again. "I guess that's what being nailed means."

Candy squeezed down on Harry's now-shrinking erection. "Pull out, lover. We'll shower and have something to eat, huh?"

"Sounds good," said Harry, easing back onto his heels, half-erect prick gleaming with his and Candy's combined juices. He glanced across at Milly, still holding his camera. "How many did you take, Milly?"

"Huh?" said Milly, tearing her gaze away from his erection. "I dunno, maybe thirty."

"We'll look at them after we've eaten," said Candy. She laughed. "Anticipation!" Harry grinned and Milly giggled again. 

"I hope my hands weren't shaking too much," she said.

"We'll find out soon enough," said Candy. "Come on, we all need a shower. Harry, come in with me. Milly, you can, too, if you want. The shower's big enough."

Milly shrugged, tits jiggling. "Why not. It seems to be a day of firsts for me. First time naked with a guy, even if he is someone else's. First time seeing sex live. Definitely the first time photographing it!" She laughed. "So why not share a shower with the couple I just photographed fucking?"

"Great! Come on, then," said Candy, taking Harry by one hand and Milly by the other."

The shower was fun, because Harry and Candy, used to being together, did what they always did and washed each other, laughing and teasing as they grabbed at each other. Milly, startled at first, surprised them by joining in and Harry was amazed at the shy, modest Milly grabbing his prick and squeezing it. He retaliated by cupping her tits and she winked at him as she pressed his hands to her. Candy laughed, and smacked her friend's hands down.

"Naughty! He's mine!"

"Well, can I borrow him?"

Time stopped for Harry as the enormity of what Milly had just asked hit all three of the friends. Candy stared at Milly, who flushed crimson and opened her mouth to speak, stopping as Candy put a gentle hand across her lips.

"Borrow him for what?" Candy asked softly.

Milly gestured helplessly. "I don't know," she cried. "I wasn't thinking straight."

"Milly," said Candy, her tone coaxing, "come on, the truth."

Milly made a face and shrugged. "Okay, to fuck me, that's what. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Then why say it?" said Candy. She turned to Harry. "What about it, lover? Would you like to fuck Milly?"

"Huh?" said Harry, cursing himself for his inarticulate response. "No, of course not!" Candy arched her eyebrows and just looked at him. Harry flushed. "Okay, I'll admit it. I'd love to, but I'm doing nothing that might spoil things between us."

Candy looked at her friend, and at her lover. "Milly, are you serious? You want to be fucked?"

"Yes, I do. I think watching you two got me the horniest I've ever been. I'm sorry, Candy, I didn't mean to upset you. If you want me to, I'll go home tonight instead of staying over."

"And tell your Mom what? Forget it, you're staying." Candy chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then laughed. "Oh, fuck it! Harry, love, if I say, okay, would you fuck Milly? And let me watch, and maybe take photos?"

Harry stared at Candy for a moment, a strange excitement in him. "Just this once?"

Candy shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, you're sleeping with me tonight. We usually manage a couple of fucks during the night when you stay over. I guess I don't mind if one of them ends up in Milly's pussy. Like you said, just this once." She turned to her friend."Milly?"

"Are you serious?" said Milly, a curious expression on her face.

Candy nodded. "I am. I want to see what it looks like. I trust you, Milly. I don't think you'll try to steal Harry away from me, and I trust Harry."

"In that case," said Milly, her tone hesitant, "I'd like to say, 'yes, please,' if you're both sure it's okay."

"It's okay with me," said Candy. She glanced at Harry, brows raised. He shrugged and nodded. "And it's okay with Harry." Candy laughed. "We're getting too clinical. It's going to happen, so let's all just let it happen at whatever seems to be the right time. Come on, we're clean, let's get dried and get something to eat. It's nearly six and I'm starving, and I want to see those pictures!"

Candy turned off the shower and they all grabbed towels, drying each other's backs and whatever other portion of anatomy was within range. Eventually, bodies dried, damp hair combed back, the three went down to the kitchen.

"It's still National Nude day," said Candy, "so no-one dresses, okay?".

"Suits me," said Harry with a grin. "It's not every day I have such fair maidens to ogle."

"And fuck," said Milly, flushing at her friends' sudden attention.

"And fuck," said Candy, nodding. "What do we eat? Raid the freezer, or send out for a pizza?"

"Pizza sounds good," said Harry, and Milly nodded agreement, her flush fading.

"Pizza it is," said Candy, going to the phone.

The three friends sat chatting, mainly about school, and friends, and who was dating who, and twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. They were all still naked, and looked at each other.

"Who goes?" said Candy.

"Me," said Milly, holding out her hand. "Money, please." Candy gave her the bills and Milly strolled towards the door, still naked, apparently unconcerned, an exaggerated roll in her hips.

"Too much sun," said Candy, shaking her head. "She's gone loco! She's the shyest girl I know. Getting her naked when there was just me, or me and Trudi, was one of the hardest things I've tried." She shook her head again, looking after Milly.

They heard a brief discussion at the door and then Milly came back with the pizza boxes, a spot of colour on each cheek, suppressed laughter sparkling in her eyes.

"Come on!" said Candy. "Tell!"

"You'll never guess who it was," said Milly, fighting giggles.

"No, we won't," said Candy. "So tell!"

"Charlie Adams."

"The computer geek?" said Harry.

Milly nodded. "That's the one."

"You must have knocked him on his back," said Harry. "He blushes if a girl even looks at him."




What Are Friends For?



My wife Rita and I were, as usual on long weekends, staying over the weekend with a couple that we had known for years. Craig was an old college buddy of mine. In fact I had been best man at Craig and Tina's wedding about 15 years ago. This weekend started out like all the other weekends we had shared: bringing in the usual wine box, tossing our overnight bag into their spare bedroom and sitting down to plan the rest of the weekend. If things went as normal, we'd be visiting a museum or garden in the morning and in the evening playing various card games and board games like rummy, mahjongg and others. This weekend however, was going to be different. 

Craig and Tina are about the same age, a couple of years older than Rita and me. Craig is about 5 foot 9 and mostly slender, but he has a bit of potbelly from a little too much beer. He keeps his light brown hair long, about halfway to his shoulders and wears a beard. Tina is a big lady, about the same height as Craig, but carrying about 40 extra pounds. She has a plump bottom and breasts, shoulder-length dishwater blond hair and a pale complexion. My wife is short in stature, about 5-foot-3, with a plump, curvy figure that some might call overweight, including her. I think she's just perfect, but sometimes she doesn't listen to me. She has a light olive complexion and wears her golden-brown hair rather short. I'm just an average guy, about 5-foot-7, average build, average everything, dark brown hair and beard. My wife and I are the same age, early forties.

The first evening was uneventful, we arrived at their place on Friday night after work, had dinner and a planning session and then off to our beds. Most of the next day was spent just puttering around their place except for a visit to a local showcase garden, which gave us a refreshing walk in nature. That afternoon, my wife confided to me that Tina was having some marriage trouble. It seems that Craig wasn't servicing her as often as she needed, in fact it was over a year since they last made love. Rita and I conspired on a plan to help Tina. Rita would select a romantic movie from their collection, or else sneak out to rent one, and we would maneuver them into sitting together on the couch. Sometime during the movie, Rita and I would start making out. The idea was to get Craig horny enough to pay some attention to his wife. I would also help things out by keeping the wine flowing just before, during and after dinner. 

I'll say this for Craig and Tina: they certainly eat well. We had some wine and cheese before dinner with some assorted tasty crackers and five different kinds of cheese. (Trader Joe's, if you must know.) A bottle and a half were emptied by the time we sat down for the main course, accompanied by yet another bottle of wine. We cleaned up quickly and wandered into the living room where Rita and I put our plan into action. I brought out a sweet dessert wine, but Craig decided that he'd rather have his single-malt Scotch. Rita had picked out a very appropriate movie with just enough romance to keep the ladies interested and a bit of skin for us guys. The lights were turned low to help with the mood. About halfway through the movie, Rita and I started kissing. 

Rita was sitting partly sideways in one of a pair of large, overstuffed armchairs and I was perched on the right-hand arm. Tina and Craig were on the couch to our left, the armchairs making a right angle to the couch. The TV was at the other corner of the square made by the couch and chairs. By just turning their heads a little bit, they could clearly see anything Rita and I were doing. I had been idly massaging Rita's neck and back for a while and leaned over her shoulder to give her a kiss. She responded quite well and our tongues spent a while twining around each other. Every so often I would come up for air and glance over at Craig and Tina. At first they were just sitting there, barely touching. After noticing us, Tina put her left hand along Craig's upper leg, which he seemed to ignore. I guess it took a while for the sensation to sink in, but he finally put his right arm around Tina's shoulders. I know that Craig isn't stupid, he's got two bachelors degrees in very technical fields, but sometimes he can be socially dense. I had enough wine in me by now that my normal caution was severely impaired, and I decided to take things a small step farther. 

I was standing behind Rita and leaning down to kiss her so that Craig and Tina could see what we were doing. My hands were still on her shoulders and I let them slide forward, past Rita's collarbone and started massaging the upper slopes of her breasts. She didn't complain, so I let my hands wander even farther, rubbing the sides of her breasts next to her arms, alternating with massaging the valley of her cleavage, pushing part of her tee-shirt down into her bra in the process. I was staying away from her nipples for the moment, partially for a tease and also because I wasn't sure how Craig and Tina would react. 

I glanced over at the couch and saw that Craig had moved his hand down onto Tina's upper arm and Tina had her right arm around his neck, pulling him close for a kind of sideways kiss. Rita must have been tired of the teasing, so she caught my hands and moved them fully onto her breasts. I could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her tee-shirt and bra. I took this as an invitation and slowly pulled her shirt up, exposing her bra. 

Tina now had both arms around Craig and one of her legs thrown over both of his so she could turn sideways and kiss him fully. It looked like our plan was working, but how far did we want to go? How far would it go? I knew that Craig and Tina were definitely not into group sex, I had heard him mention another couple that was and his tone was full of disapproval. Truth to tell, Rita and I weren't into group sex either, we preferred to have our sex in private settings. However, there's no telling what will happen under the power of enough good wine. 

I slid across the arm of the chair and perched next to Rita on the seat with my arms around her. Our lips and tongues locked together again and I fumbled a moment with the clasp of her bra. When I tugged up on her bra to let her breasts fall out of the cups, she pulled back from me with a momentary flash of surprise. Then she tugged her bunched-up tee-shirt off and quickly chased it with her bra. Her breasts were now bare for Craig and Tina to see. I didn't bother to check their reaction. I just dipped my head down and took Rita's right nipple into my mouth, leaving her left breast open to their view. My wife was making happy noises by this time and I heard a bit of an echo behind me. I glanced over to the couch and Tina had pulled her sweater off exposing a bright blue, heavy-duty satin bra. Craig had his face buried in her generous cleavage and her head was tilted back. I pulled my own shirt off, tossed it on the floor behind me and continued working on my wife's nipples. Next time I looked over, the blue bra was draped across the back of the couch and Tina's mammoth breasts were being massaged and kissed by Craig. Her aureoles are very wide and pale, the nipples are just a bit darker and well proportioned to her immense breasts. Her breasts are quite large, I won't even hazard a guess at the cup size, and were hanging down a bit. Craig was hoisting them one at a time up to his mouth. 

Rita leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Looks like we got them started, let's get into the bedroom." She rubbed the bulge in front of my jeans to entice me further. 

Some wildness overtook me, or else it was all that wine. I shook my head. "We started this here, let's finish it right here." I whispered right back and reached for the clasp of her jeans. I undid them and pulled down her zipper. Stifling any protest with another deep kiss, I slid my hand into her undies and found that she was already getting wet. I teased her by running my finger along the length of her outer lips, occasionally reaching deeper to wet my finger. I didn't want to give her any friction burns, she had always been very sensitive and disliked being rubbed with a dry finger. She was still holding the front of my jeans, letting her fingers wander along the fly. I checked behind me, Craig was still playing with Tina's breasts and wasn't reaching into her pants yet. Tina was rubbing the front of his pants with her hands still on the outside. 

I deepened the massage of my wife's pussy, dipping my finger inside her and pulling her juices up along her inner lips, up to her clitoris and back down again, several times. After a while her wetness increased to the point where it was dripping on her panties. I figured it was about time to get her pants and panties out of the way. I slid down off the chair, kneeling on the floor and eased her jeans and panties down over her round bottom. I had stayed to my left so that Craig and Tina would get a good look at what I was doing and maybe take the hint. I started kissing and nibbling my way up Rita's legs, starting at her knees, first one side, then the other. I think the skin along a woman's inner thigh is the softest bit of skin that I know. It's extremely kissable and I took my time making sure that Rita would be very ready when I got to her sweet snatch. I knew by now I was blocking Craig and Tina's view, but I didn't care. When I finally plunged my tongue between Rita's pussy lips, she was moaning and lifting her hips slightly off the chair, trying to get me to move quicker. I still took it nice and slow, licking along the length of her sex, playing with the inner lips and dipping my tongue into her wet hole. I eased sideways a little bit when I moved up to lap at her clitoris. That way I could get a look over at the couch. 

Tina had her pants and blue panties around her ankles and Craig was massaging her pussy. He still had his pants on, but Tina had reached inside past the waistband of his cords. I saw Tina turn her head toward me so I went back to eating Rita's pussy. Behind me, Tina's noises were getting louder until after a few more moments, she cried out as she came. Rita was soon nearing her peak and it wasn't long before she came, too. Rita inhaled a deep, ragged breath, held it a moment, then let it out in one long, low gasp. I kept a slight bit of pressure against her clit to make sure her orgasm lasted. 

Part of me was wondering how I was going to get my cock into my wife, since the armchair wasn't large enough to let her lie back and the seat was too high for me to reach her when kneeling, and too low for me to stand. I solved the problem by swiveling Rita around so that her bottom was up on the arm of the chair and her head was lodged against the other arm. This left her legs dangling off the edge of the arm with no support. Not the most comfortable position for her, but I was hoping to keep her mind off any discomfort. I stood beside the chair, dropped my pants and eased my cock into her waiting hole. With Rita's bottom higher than her head, I could easily play with her clit. I could see Tina lying flat on the couch with Craig on top of her, thrusting away. I stroked slowly, feeling my own orgasm building bit by bit, when Rita came again. I could hear Craig and Tina making their own orgasm noises. A few more strokes and I was too, squirting my cum deep into Rita. 

We stayed connected for a short while; then I let Rita up to ease the bent position of her neck. Craig had crawled off of Tina by this time and was sitting next to her with a dazed expression on his face. I grabbed the tissue box off the coffee table and handed a few to Rita before passing the box over to Tina. Rita suggested that she would like some water, so I headed off to the kitchen, filled two glasses and grabbed the other open bottle of wine, bringing them back to the living room just in time to see both ladies head off to the bathroom to clean up. Neither one had put any clothes back on. Craig hadn't either and still had that dazed expression on his face. I handed him the water and just to say something, wondered aloud why women had to make bathroom trips in a group. All I got in answer was a questioning grunt. Okay, so he wasn't going to be very witty right now. I sat down and waited for our wives to return. 

Both of them came back in, Tina sitting on the couch again, Rita sitting half in my lap with one arm around my neck. We all sipped the water and I refilled our wineglasses while we chatted, forgetting completely about the movie, which had ended some time before. Suddenly Tina asked me an unexpected question. 

"Can you teach Craig how to do that?" She said with an innocent expression.

"Uh, do what?" It was my turn to be dense.

"The mouth thing, where you got Rita to cum the first time." 

"Oh you mean eating pussy. Okay, sure."

"The proper word is cunnilingus." My wife corrected me.

I turned to my wife and nuzzled her ear. "Yeah, I know, cunnilingus from the Latin. It is okay if I use you to show Craig?"

She nodded and I stood up and motioned Craig over. I turned on the floor lamp between the armchairs and gently pulled Rita's right leg up onto the chair's arm, leaving her other foot on the floor. This turned her towards the light and spread her legs enough to give Craig a good view. She leaned back, exposing herself even more. She had cleaned off well and I didn't see any traces of my cum on her.

"Look here," I said to Craig, "Don't just dive in and start lapping like a thirsty puppy. Get her excited a bit. First, I like to nibble on Rita's legs as I'm moving in on the target." I illustrated my point with the same actions, starting at Rita's knees and licking up and down her thighs. Rita squirmed a small bit in pleasure. I moved my head back up and pointed to the outer lips of her pussy. "Run your tongue around the outside a few times before getting to the inner parts." I gently spread my wife's outer lips giving Craig a splendid view of her sex. She had cleaned very well. "First get your tongue into her hole to get some lubrication from her juices, then lick along her inner lips, up and down here, so that she's really ready before you start on her clitoris." I was pointing at each part, gently brushing it as I mentioned its name. "Don't bear down very hard, especially on the clit. A woman's parts are delicate and you'll spoil the mood real quick that way." I dipped my head between Rita's thighs and demonstrated what I was saying. Craig just stood there with his mouth open, but I noticed that his cock was beginning to stir. 

"What does it taste like?" He asked. "Is it, uh...?" 

I came up for air and Rita looked disappointed. "It's actually a rather pleasant taste, but it might take some getting used to. I like it. Rita's flavor is musky and slightly earthy with a touch of lavender."

"It sounds like you're describing a wine." Tina laughed.

"That's it, something new." I answered. "Wife tasting. We can have wife tasting parties."

Rita blinked. "So that's why you like that lavender air freshener and the lavender soap that I use."

"Yeah, and the lavender potpourri and all the other stuff. I like lavender because it reminds me of you, my love." I turned back to Craig and continued the lesson. "You'll notice that Rita's clit is pretty well hidden, it takes a lot of licking to get her to cum. Sometimes I like to suck on her clit to make it a bit more sensitive. Another thing to do is to get your finger inside and massage the G-spot, that will usually make her cum really quick. But Rita's is too sensitive and she doesn't like me to do that. You might want to try it on Tina, though, she might appreciate it." I licked Rita a few more times. She sighed. 

I stopped again. "Okay, that's the lesson, now it's your turn to practice." I waved towards the couch and I thought he was going to go back to Tina to start on her, but to my surprise he kneeled down in front of the chair, gently pushed me out of the way and started licking Rita's legs. She looked really startled at first, but didn't do anything to stop him. After a moment she took hold of his head and guided him to where she wanted his tongue. I just stood there watching, too amazed to move.

"Hey, what about me?" Tina called from the couch.

I thought that Craig was going to get up then and go to Tina, but he stayed face first in my wife's muff. "How's he doing?" I asked Rita. She just nodded in response, her breathing deep and ragged. 

Tina made an exasperated sound, snorting through her nose. Shrugging, I went over to her and kneeled beside the couch, placing one hand on each of her knees. I gently spread her legs and started my usual routine of nibbling and kissing my way on up each thigh. Tina responded, spreading her legs farther and pulling one of my hands up onto an enormous breast. I got up to her blond muff and teased some more by licking around it instead of plunging right in. Her inner lips are generous and stuck out ever so slightly beyond her outer lips, I teased them with an occasional lick. I could feel my own cock reviving as I inhaled her scent. I continued to tease her until she raised her hips slightly, then I sank my tongue into her as far as I could get it. Her flavor is similar to my wife's but heavier on the musk, slightly less lavender. She had cleaned off really well, too. All I tasted was pure pussy. I continued licking, enjoying the differences in flavor and texture between Tina and Rita. Tina is quite a bit chubbier than Rita is. This made her thighs softer and cushioned my head nicely. But it made it a bit more difficult to move both my arms up to her breasts. I brought one arm back down between her legs and got a finger into her, searching for her G-spot. I found a slightly smoother spot just a bit inside her opening that I thought might be it. I put some pressure on it, moving my finger back and forth and she responded by shoving her pussy down onto my finger. I also found that Tina's clit is much more pronounced than Rita's. I lapped at her clit, feeling it stiffen and then ran my tongue around and around it. It only took a short time for her to yelp as another orgasm hit her. I could hear Rita behind me, making her usual ragged gasp of orgasm. 

I eased up on my licking and brought my face up over Tina's belly, pausing to lick her belly button before continuing on to her giant tits. I wanted to feel her nipples in my mouth and even though Craig was my best friend, I wanted my cock inside his wife right now. My head was full of her scent and taste and I could hear her still mewing in the aftermath of her orgasm. When I took her nipple into my mouth and started gently rolling it between my lips and tongue, she reached down and grabbed my stiff cock. To my delight she was pulling my cock head towards her waiting pussy, she wanted me, too! I happily obliged, pausing only long enough to sneak a look over my shoulder. Craig and my wife were doing the same thing. He is a bit taller than I am, so he could reach her while kneeling in front of the armchair. She was sitting on the front edge of the chair and had latched onto his cock with her right hand, guiding him into herself. I turned back to Tina, kissed her deeply and with a gentle thrust, buried my shaft all the way up to my balls. They were actually brushing up against her chubby bottom. I stayed that way for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of being inside her before pulling back and starting my slow, steady thrusts. Tina wrapped her plump legs around me, her heels digging into my ass cheeks and urged me to quicken my pace. 

I took a deep breath and brought my mouth back down on her nipple, swiveling my hips forward and trying to get my cock as deep as possible. She was well primed and came again rather quickly, gasping and shoving her hips up towards me. I kept my pace steady and moved my mouth up to hers, our tongues intertwining. I heard Rita gasping again as Craig signaled his orgasm with grunts. That brought me to my own peak. I was stifling my noises against Tina's mouth as I gushed inside her. Spent, I lay on top of her for a few minutes, until my breathing returned to normal and so did hers. I kissed her one more time as a "thank you" while I pulled my now limp member out 




What Are Friends For?



I looked over to the armchair. Craig had pulled out of my wife and was sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the armchair. I noticed he was sitting on a cushion, which explains how he gained the extra height to reach her with his cock. Rita, my lovely wife, was flopped back in the chair with her round bottom still hanging half off of the forward edge. She looked flushed and extremely pleased. I handed out the tissues again; looks like that's going to be my job from now on. Craig glanced up when I handed the tissue box to my wife. He looked even more dazed than before. It surprised me when he was the first to speak. 

"Okay." He was still a bit breathless. "So what are we going to do the rest of the weekend?" 



What are Friends For?



I struggled awake not sure what or where I was. That state of mind part way between the real world and the dream world. As I regained full awareness I realized someone was stroking my cock. They realized I was awake and quickly pulled their hand back.

The bus ride was long and most of us were tired after marching in a parade and in the field contest. It was dark and quiet on the bus.

I pretending to be asleep and squinting my eyes I looked over at Dick. He was pretending to be asleep, but I knew better. The blanket covered both of us so he had probably thought that it was okay to play with me.

Dick was 19. A year older than me. It was the last year for both of us before we headed off into the Big World.

Damn. What was that about? I dozed off only to be wakened again. He was stroking my cock through my jeans. I grabbed his hand and moaned. I moved his hand up and down indicating that what he was doing was just fine with me. I finally let it go and Dick continued to stroke my cock. I let him play with me until I thought I was going to explode. I took his hand off and whispered, "No. Not now."

We both fell asleep and did not wake up until the bus pulled into the parking lot next to the YMCA. Everybody piled off the bus, grabbed their belongings and went home.

Before we left I took Dick aside and said, "Later. Please." His response was a quick, "Yes."

It was a week before I saw Dick again at the local market.

"Hi Al."

"Hi Dick. How are you doing?"

"Fine. Say do you want to come over and spend the night?"

"Yeah. That'd be great. How about 7?"

"Cool. see ya."

I got the stuff, payed and went home. Ate supper, cleaned up and kissed Mom on the cheek.

"Going over to Dick's for the night."

"Be good."

I could only hope.

I drove over to Dick's house and parked on the street. Got out, picked up my bag and walked up the steps.

The door opened after I rang and it was Sarah, Dick's Mom.

"Hi Al. Go on upstairs. Dick is in his bedroom. I'll bring some sodas and popcorn up later."

"Thanks."

I bounded up the stairs and went in Dick's room.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself."

His room was really great. Had his own desk, TV, record player, etc. And a double bed. He was laying back watching TV.

"I tossed my bag in the corner and sat down in the desk chair. We both watched the B&W TV. I don't recall the programs. 

His Mom knocked and entered with a large bowl of popcorn and sodas.

"Have a good time boys. See you in the morning."

We turned off the TV and turned on the radio. Low enough not to bother his folks and low enough so we could talk. We talked about everything but IT.

Finally the popcorn was gone as well as the sodas and Dick said, "Time for bed."

Gulp. Was I ready? I kinda knew what was going to happen. Heck. I wanted it to happen, but could I do it?

He jumped off and took off his jeans and shirt. Dick, like most of us, was wearing white jockeys. Sears and JC Penny's were the big sellers in those days. I stripped down also and we both stood there looking at each other. I could see the outline of his cock through the white cotton. I knew he could see mine as well.

Dick was taller than me and heavier. Not fat. Just heavier than my skinny frame. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. My hair was blond and I had hazel eyes.

"Well?"

I looked at he bed and back at him. He got in and I followed. We both lay back against the pillows. He turned out the lamp next to him. The light from the streetlight outside his window was bright. Bright enough for us to see each other clearly.

I was nervous as hell, but wanted whatever was going to happen to happen.

I had a girlfriend and we had eventually petted and I even got to touch and finger her wet slit while she played with my dick, but it just wasn't enough. I took every chance I could in the gym showers to look at the guys. All the different sizes and lengths. Most of us were cut so I didn't feel out of place. I was curious and felt a strange warm feeling whenever I looked at them.

Dick moved.

"Be cool. I think you are going to like this."

He swung around, facing me, putting his legs around me. His crotch was against mine and I could feel his hardness.

"Has Nancy ever done this," he asked. Using his thumb and forefinger on each hand he lightly pinched my nipples. 

"Oh My God."

The pleasure was instant and went straight to my cock. It got even harder. 

He played with my nipples. Caressed them. Stroked them. Pinched them again and again.

For several minutes Dick played with my nipples.

I couldn't resist and reached up and did the same to Dick. He moaned and the body heat went up several degrees. For both of us.

He surprised me and leaned forward. 

"I'm going to kiss you. Okay?"

I nodded and he did. It was great. So different than with Nancy. His lips were fuller. Firmer. His tongue probed and I opened my mouth. His tongue slid in touching every part of the inside of my mouth that it could. I returned the pleasure and we were both panting when he finally broke the kiss.

"Up. Raise Up"

I pushed my hips up and he pulled my jockeys down. Slowly. 

Dick moaned at the sight of the head of my cock. Moaned again at the length. He sighed as he pulled my underwear down past my balls and down my legs. 

"Lovely. I knew you would be lovely."

He used a fingertip and stroked the length of my dick. My cock twitched at his touch.

He moved down to my balls and pushed on each side and we both watched as my balls rolled from side to side.

He moved his hand back up and making a fist closed it around the head of my cock. He squeezed and I gasped. 

He moved his hand up and down and I felt faint at the sensations. I had masturbated as soon as I found out what it was and just how great it felt. Masturbated even more after that first wonderful scary orgasm.

But this was glorious and oh so right.

I couldn't stand it and didn't want to cum so soon.

"Stop. Please."

Dick leaned back and I told him to lie down. He did and I reached out and touched his cock through the cotton. I could feel a wet spot from his pre cum and pushed and poked there knowing that was where the head of his cock was.

I couldn't wait any longer. 

I tugged on his waistband and he raised his hips. I pulled down and his briefs slid down past his cock and balls and off his legs.

"Oh my!"

I reached out and touched his cock. It felt soft. Silky. Smooth. Warm. Down I went my fingertips exploring his length. Each bump. Each vein. The hardness of his cock always there. Underneath the soft skin. Down to his balls. The soft hair tickled the back of my fingers. 

Back up I stroked until I reached the head. I touched and felt wetness. I swirled it around and around the head of his cock. Going back to the source when needed. Dick moaned and I closed my hand around his cock and slowly stroked him. I could feel his cock throb.

All of a sudden Dick pushed my hand away, turned and pushed me down.

He kissed me and tongued me. 

He licked my chin and my neck.

Down he went. Kissing and licking on my chest.

""GOD!"

He sucked on my right nipple. Than my left. Bit gently. Both of them. My cock pulsed and a drop of pre cum spurted on to my belly.

Down and down Dick went. Licking and kissing.

A brief pause and I could feel his warm breath on my cock.

I watched as his tongue snaked out to catch another drop of pre cum. 

"Hmmmm. Tastes good."

He licked the head of my cock and than down the length. I thrust up involuntary at the intense pleasure.

Dick licked my ballsac. First the right side and than the left. He sucked each ball in and the wet warmth of his mouth was wonderful.

Back up he went licking and kissing my cock. Getting it wet with his saliva.

He sucked the head in to his mouth and I damn near shot my load. 

Down he went taking more and more of my length. He gagged a bit and went back up. 

Up and up and down and down.

Dick started bobbing his head. His left hand was holding him up and the right was playing with my wet balls.

And just like that I came. Oh Lord did I cum. It started at my toes and like an electrical shock went straight up my legs and into my groin.

I stifled a scream as I shot a load. 

I could hear him swallow. I couldn't believe it as shot after shot of cum blew into his mouth. He didn't waste a drop. He swallowed every bit of my cum.

Finally I just had to push his head up. My dick was too sensitive.

I lowered my hips as he leaned back.

"God Dick. That was fucking unbelievable."

"Yeah. It was great for me. Your cum tastes sweet. Not at all like..."

"What?"

"Later."



What are Friends For?



For me, college was a real ordeal. I was away from home in a strange city for the first time in my life with no family or close friends to rely on. I took a full course load of classes and also waited tables to raise money to pay for my dorm room and car payments.

My name is Carrie. I am your typical cute girl next door type with my shoulder length auburn hair, brown eyes and 35C breasts. I am most proud of my legs although my tits to get a lot of admiring stares.

I had been in the work world for many years but tired of my job. I took a gamble and went back to school to earn a bachelor's degree so I could become a nurse. Being thirty and going back to school was a major and often times stressful decision. I rarely had time for a social life and only dated a few times, which was just fine by me since I always had the worse luck with guys. Actually, I always admired older, successful men since they had their act together. It helped if they still kept their looks and stayed in shape.

So I dated a few of my professors and I always admired a touch of grey in their hair, such a turn-on! Unfortunately, these men were more worldly than me and it was easy for them to take advantage of me. I got a steady stream of empty promises from them but I always ended up feeling used and alone. Finally, all that emotional anguish, schoolwork and job left me completely burned out. 

One day I got a phone call from Angela, a long time family friend. Angela was a department manager at the local phone company back in my hometown. Angie is the bomb! She is in her late thirties, divorced for many years, extremely confident and smart. She has one child, a son, who was about to begin studies at the local junior college. His name is Sam, a slightly gangly, lean kid with an easy smile but not much for conversation. I guess that was pretty typical for most eighteen year old boys but he was basically a good kid who kept out of trouble and always helped out around the house. He is good with cars and Angie said he did the routine maintenance on her car and did lots of repairs around the house. Angie spent a lot to time teaching Sam to be independent and tried to instill a sense of confidence in him.

Angie asked me about my studies and generally wanted to know about my life away at college. At first, I tried to smooth things over but Angie knows me too well and would not let me get away with giving her some superficial BS. Finally, I felt comfortable enough to tell her about my frazzled existence and about my emotional distress dating older men. 

"You just come on home and spend some time at my place for summer break," she said. 

I did not want to be a burden but as usual, Angie was insistent and soon enough I was making plans to spend the two- month semester break at her place. It sound like a great way to let off some steam and get back to my hometown to see some old friends and generally relax. 

Angie greeted me at the front door of her house with a warm kiss on each cheek and a big firm hug. Gosh, it was so nice to be away from all my stress and my problems, if only for a couple of months. As Angie led me upstairs to the spare bedroom where I would be staying, I heard the front door close. 'That must be Sam", Angie explained. 

I remember Sam as a gawky thirteen year old with a mop of black hair and big brown eyes on a wiry frame that needed filling out. When I now met Sam, I can see that he had grown several inches but was still on the lean side. He did not like to look directly at someone when he spoke and was a little quiet. He had a lot of friends but I don't think there was a girlfriend in the picture. 

Sam gave an offhanded "Hi" but offered little else. I was not offended but realized he was self -conscious meeting an attractive woman twelve years older than him. I had this effect on other young boys who I met so I was used to it and did not think anything of it. 

I put my suitcase in my room and changed from my dress into a pair of comfortable jeans and a pull over sweater. Angie came up to my room and sat by the edge of the bed as I began unpacking the rest of my clothes. She wanted to know more about what was going on at school and I guess just being up and moving around made conversation easier for me. I told her about all the stress I was under and eventually, I broke down and cried from all the frustration I was feeling. Angie reached over and took my hand and pulled me over to the bed and I sat down next to her and put my head on her shoulder and just let it all out and the tears flowed freely. Angie gently stroked my hair and reassured me all would be ok soon.

I told her I wished that were true but in the fall, I would be back to my crazy schedule and lonely existence at college and back in the whirlwind of studying, exams, work and no social life. I heard Angie say, "HMMMMM....Well, I think I might have an idea to help you.: 

She quietly asked, "Why don't you take a semester off to clear your mind and relax and get rid of all that stress. You look like you are ready to explode of you don't chill out."

Angie offered to put me up at her place and I could live in the very room I was in now and it did seem like a good option. She said we could talk more later but it was time for dinner so we went downstairs to the kitchen. 

When dinner was ready, Angie called upstairs to Sam to come down for dinner and a few minutes later, he walked into the dining room and sat down. I looked over at him as we ate and he tried hard not to make eye contact with me but I could tell he stole some long glances at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Of course I was flattered but he was only eighteen so no big deal

Sam took off to meet some friends so he basically ate and ran. That left Angie and I alone for the evening so we could spend more time talking, which was a comfort me, since I desperately needed to unburden myself to someone over the stress I had been under for so long. 

We quickly cleared the dinner dishes and I loaded up the dishwasher. We sat in the living room on a really comfortable couch and over a glass of wine, Angie told me that my being there potentially solved not only my problem but one of hers as well. 

Angie looked very serious and she slid closer to me and confided. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but hear me out before you jump to any conclusions." 

I agreed and Angie began telling me about Sam's self esteem problems when it came to girls. He was painfully shy, as I observed over dinner. Also, he had never had a girlfriend or even any friends of the opposite sex. 

"I am going to take good care of you, girl. All you need to do is open your mind to my solution. You need stability in your life and you have that here. You also need a love life, a man you can feel safe with, who will appreciate you and adore you." 

Of course, I agreed completely, I needed the warmth and physical intimacy that only a man could bring but I also needed someone I could feel comfortable with. 

Angie continued, "Well, here goes...you will live here, I will provide you with a place to live and pay your expenses, you can finish up at the local college. And to address your love life I want you to become Sam's mistress." 

I gasped, "What? Is this a joke?" 

She assured me this was no joke. Sam was still very young but he was a really nice guy and being so young, would make a very energetic and enthusiastic lover. 

After my initial shock, I realized I was really hot and in fact, I was beginning to lubricate. Angie told me that of course, I would be under Sam's complete control at some point but initially I was expected to seduce him. I would then bring him along and instilled a sense of self- confidence in him. Essentially, I was expected to be his concubine and teach him how to control women. 

I could not believe that I actually told Angie that I would consider her offer. I needed to be around Sam a little more to see if this was worth doing and we agreed to speak later. 

I was so committed to not going back to school that I became desperate because I realized that I had not given myself any options such as job prospects or a way to support myself if I decided to leave school and my part time job. 

My emotional state at that point was desperate and I really needed a break. I was happy that Angie was willing to take me in but I was also sad that she exacted such a high price from me in return. 

The next day I got up late. Sam was at summer school and Angie was at work. As soon as I got dressed, Angie called my on my cell phone and invited me to have lunch and I agreed. At lunch, she said there was a school summer league basketball game that night and even though Sam was not a starter, he might get a chance to play and it would be great if we could attend and cheer him on. 

The game that night was fun. It reminded me of my high school days when I attended pep rallies and basketball games. The gym was full of screaming fans from both sides and even though I was not a fan of basketball, I was anxious to see Sam get in the game so his mom and I could cheer for him. 

Sam did get in the game for a few minutes in the first half but did not do much but he did not embarrass himself either. In the second half, Sam actually made a basket and later he was fouled and made one out of two free throws. Angie and I yelled our lungs out and we both shouted Sam! Sam! Go Sam!!!

Sam had a long, lanky build, not overly muscular but not bad, I must admit. He was not the hunkiest guy on the team but I could see that soon enough, he would fill out and lose that baby faced look and turn a few heads.

I was still not exactly happy about Angie's proposal and truth be told, I was not thrilled with the idea of Sam and I together. We were just so different in age. He looked so much like a little boy and I was a fully formed and mature woman. 

Sam got a ride home with some of his team mates so Angie had time to further discuss the situation with me on the drive home. She said that I would actually feel liberated by submitting to a man so completely. Actually, the very mention of that actually made me wet, I guess there is something erotic about a taboo sexual relationship. Watching Sam in the game and seeing how athletic he was made me start seeing him in a different light. 

Angie also told me that even before I made my decision, she was going to let Sam start making decisions about me just to give me a preview of what life would be like it I decided to stay. I was told if I wanted to leave the house in the next few days that I would need Sam's permission. If Sam was not home, I needed to call him on his cell phone. Well, that was easy enough but wow, I now was under minimal control of a teenaged boy. 

The next few days went with by uneventfully. I did need to call Sam at school to ask his permission to go to the mall. He just asked what mall and how long I would be gone. He instructed me to call him once while I was at the mall and then call him back once I got home. 

The end of the week finally arrived and before Angie left for work, she came into my room to ask if I had made a decision. I said I was still torn but would talk to Sam when he got home from school that day. I wanted to go back to the mall just to walk around and clear my head. I was sure to call Sam and he allowed me to go. 

At the mall, I observed people passing by living their hurried lives and pushing and shoving. I was so tired of the rat race and I was getting that old feeling back of frustration and sadness that had waned the past few days I had been at Angie's 

I bought a new sheer blouse that definitely called for a bra underneath to prevent and indecent exposure charge. When I got home, Angie was waiting for me and she pressed me for my decision but I told her I still needed to work through some things but I would talk with Sam as soon as he returned home. 

With each passing minute, my heart raced faster and faster because I was so nervous. If I declined the offer, I would have to decide whether to return to school and get back into the daily grind that I so dreaded or to stay here and find a room to rent and get a job fast. The alternative was to give my entire life and my body over to teenaged boy. Believe me, there were plusses and minuses to each alternative. 

Forty-five minutes later, I heard the front door close from up in my room. Moments later, I heard Sam bound up the stairs and go directly to his room. I was visibly shaking, I was so nervous. My fingers twitched as pulled on the tank top and put on the short white skirt. Regardless of my decision, I owed it to Sam to look nice when we spoke. I slipped on the white high heel sandals and I must say, I did look smart. 

Angie was downstairs so I walked right past Sam's room and went down to tell Angie that I wanted to have some time alone with Sam to give him my decision and tell him how I felt. Angie understood and said she would hold dinner and not to rush. 

As I walked back up the stairs, my heart was pounding like a sledgehammer and my legs were noticeably weak. I took a deep breath as I approached Sam's bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. I knocked and asked if I could come on. Sam stood up and opened the door farther and motioned me in. 

I must say I was a vision, with the curvy outline of my firm round breasts accentuated my black tank top. The white mini and high heels showed off my well-toned legs to good effect and the look on Sam's face confirmed that I was looking good. 

Honestly, I was not even sure at that moment what my decision was and as the words came out, it was as if someone else was speaking. 

"Sam, I want you to know that I think you are a great guy and I think the world of you. I see the way you help your mom and I really admire your strength and confidence and your sweetness. I really love being here, this is such a nice place and I finally feel like my head is on straight again. I just ...want to be here and I know what is expected of me. Sam, if you really want me, then I am yours. You are the boss, OK? You can have complete control of me. I want to be told and controlled. Do you want that, Sam?"

Sam stood up and took me in his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt his moist tongue penetrate my soft lips and I began to lubricate. I was actually submitting to a teenager! I felt his hand grab my firm, round ass cheek as he kissed me even harder. I heard a low, deep moan and suddenly realized that moan came from me. I had my hands around his waist and I pulled him tighter to me. He kissed my neck, which sent me into orbit and my knees went weak. I felt his hands on my upper arms and he want back to kissing my neck. My thong panties were soaked and my breathing was rapid and short. 

Without me even realizing it, Sam moved around in back of me and put his arms around my waist and moved them up to cup each breast in his hands. It felt so wonderful to have him grasping my tits in his young hands and I needed him inside of me soon. 

He took off my top and exposed my naked breasts. My young master then came around in front and got on his knees so that his mouth at the same level as my nipples, which he took into his mouth and suckled hard. I let out another gasp and started cooing like a dove. He continued sucking my firm, hot titties until I stepped back and quickly unzipped and stepped out of my skirt and got off my thong at the same time. Except for my high heels, I was now completely naked in front of my teenage prince and I pushed back my hair. 

Sam was still on his knees and he pulled me closer to him and began kissing my legs. He really loved my knees and the back of my thighs. He then kissed my tummy, which caused my pussy juices to flow freely. I felt so warm inside and almost in a dream state. I had no control over this situation or anything in my life anymore and it was liberating. My young master was taking his pleasure from me and nothing else mattered. I then felt a small kiss on my pussy lips, which made me gasp with pleasure. 

I walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers and got in the bed and spread my legs as far apart as I could get them. Sam quickly got his clothes off and as he pulled off his underwear, out popped a big, hard erection. Nice and long with a big helmet just waiting to penetrate me. I knew that cock was in charge of me now. I knew that everything I did was in service of that throbbing cock meat. 

I didn't have long to wait as he climbed into bed and was immediately on top of me. I took his dick and guided it gently between my hot, wet pussy lips. He jammed it in up to the hilt and it hurt a little so I gasped. The pain went away and he began pumping away. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved my body in rhythm with his pumping. Because of his youth and inexperience, I did not have love to wait until he pumped a load of cum deep into my pussy. 

I could feel his body relax and he looked longingly into my eyes just before he kissed me gently on the lips. He was still in me and still hard and I liked feeling his strong manhood deep within me. We kissed passionately on the lips and he slipped his wet tongue deep into my mouth. He massaged my left breast and suckled the nipple, which gave me a start.

After a few minutes, he pulled out and lay next to me. I rolled over and lay my head on his chest. We lay there for about ten minutes before I was allowed to go clean up. Sam told me to put on a bra and panties and high heels and be ready to go downstairs in five minutes. Sam was about to present me to Angie as his new mistress. My new life with my young master had begun.



What Are Friends For



Reaching the chair, I dropped to my hands and knees and skulked over Ann's prone body like a lioness about to consume her prey. My large cum-spattered breast hung down and swayed while I made my way up between her legs. I paused for a moment to look at her still spread pussy. 

Even through the strong scent of Matt's ejaculate, I could sense the faint aroma of Ann's nectar. With no preamble I thrust two fingers deep into my friend's juicy pussy. She let out a gasp. I spent just a short time fucking her with my fingers and then I withdrew and continued up her body. There was a look of trepidation but willingness on her face. I looked deep into her eyes and said nothing. I took my hand and smeared her own juices around her mouth then I let my arms buckle and I collapsed on top of Ann. Our breasts pressed hard against each other. I dropped my face to hers and kissed her deeply. My tongue, still coated and tasting like cum, pressed deep into Ann's mouth. She did not pull away and soon we were in an oblivious state of rapture. We kissed wildly. I let a mouthful of saliva and cum flow out and then into Ann's mouth. Our tongues alternately thrust into each other's mouths, tasting, sharing, and exchanging Matt's thick seed. We kissed each other's faces. We reveled in the naughty feeling of lesbian sex yet sticky and smelling like Matt's cum. Semen and pussy juices made our bodies all slippery while we writhed on the lounge. The smell of wet sex was thick in the summer air.

Now I had no doubt that Ann had totally surrendered to the thought of me loving her. I moved down her slippery body. In turn I took each breast into my wet mouth, still velvety from Matt's cum. I suckled at each nipple and circled them with my tongue. I licked the salty and sweet tastes of both man and woman from her body. Slowly I traversed her body, licking her, leaving a trail of saliva on her stomach. Down I went until I was at her pussy. It was aromatic and exhilarating. I loved the look of her plump lips, eager for sucking, and her protruding clitoris, desperate for another shattering orgasm.

I licked her slowly from her anus, up over her opening, to her clit. Her taste was as sweet as any flower, her juices thin, slippery and abundant on my tongue. I plunged into her deeply with my hungry tongue. I savagely licked from side to side, sucking the essence from her. I made sure that my lips were rubbing her clitoris the entire time, charging her to another climax. My tongue was still deep within her when she came. My face was flooded with the elixir of womanhood. I now smelled like woman but I did not smell like me. My tongue remained deep within Ann until the very last twitch, the very last spasm, the very last spurt was complete. Only then did I with draw my slippery face up from her pussy.

As I had done with Matt's cum, I now did with Ann's. Matt had been standing right beside us, his erect cock being sustained by his own stroking. I stood up and wrapped my hands around Matt's neck. I kissed him with a messy mouth and thrust my tongue, bathed in his wife's cum, between his lips. Together we savored the texture, scent, and taste of liquid Ann.

I took hold of Matt by his cock and lead him to his wife. With my back to her, I straddled her body and the lounge chair. I guided Matt's fabulous dick to Ann's pussy and teasingly rubbed it all about her opening. She was still sensitive from her recent orgasm but wanted his penetration so very much. I used his cock to tease her but eventually took him from her. I circled Matt's cock with my tongue and licked his precum and Ann's juices.

I was aching to have my pussy touched, my vagina penetrated, and my body rocked by another orgasm. Under the present circumstances, only Ann was in a position to take care of me. Was she at a state of inhibition where she would be willing? There was only one way to find out. I was already straddling her so it was little effort to move up her body until my legs were on either side of her head. My shaved and dripping opening was just inches above her face. I was not going to press the issue any further but even if she did nothing I was going to drench her face drop by drop.

Looking up at Matt and still holding his cock to Ann's pussy I said, "Not yet Matt. First, fuck me."

Matt went around to Ann's head. Ann then guided his cock around my opening. She released him and in one move he thrust his organ home. I released a loud groan and yelled about how good it felt.

"Make her feel good Matt", I heard Ann say. "Use that beautiful cock to make her come! Make her feel as good as you make me feel!"

And oh my! Did it feel good! Matt pounded me with thrust after thrust. I was delirious with the feeling of being so filled. I tried as best as I could to please Ann again but it was no use. I couldn't concentrate. In just seconds I was coming. Then there was a new sensation! A tongue! Ann's tongue was flicking at my clitoris while her husband was fucking me to orgasm. My whole body shivered and I exploded in ecstasy. My pussy spat with cum, wetting them both! I tried to hold myself up over Ann but couldn't. I collapsed on her soft body.

"Now me darling", Ann begged to Matt. "Do me now!"

My vision was just clearing when I saw Matt's penis again. It was slick and shimmering in the moonlight. Instinctively, I sucked him completely into my mouth. I now tasted my own cum and I loved it! I released him and watched him penetrate his wife. He resumed his thrusting. The sight of Matt using his cock in such a talented manner was so damned hot. It was so wonderful to have my face so close to the act. I was fascinated by the sight of the sleeve of thin skin on Matt's cock riding up and down as he fucked his wife. Her pink inner folds would leave her body as he withdrew as if trying to hang onto him. His cock was covered in a thin film of juices and they smelled magnificent. The wet sound of their love making was driving me crazy. I was so excited that I could feel my juices leaving my pussy. That meant that they had to be dripping on Ann's face. 

I lowered my face and again licked Ann's clit. Her juices and Matt's precum electrified my tongue. Almost immediately I felt the sensation of Ann's tongue in my pussy. We both moaned. We were all racing to orgasm. Ann, as inexperienced as she was, was making me feel wonderful. Her licks and sucking were in all the right places. She stopped only as her orgasm took hold of her.

"I'm coming. Julie! Matt! You're both making me cum! I feel so good! It feels so good to have you both there! Oh it feels so good to lick you Julie. I didn't think I could but I love it. I love the feeling of my tongue in your pussy and your juices on my face."

She couldn't speak any more. Her orgasm began while Matt was still thrusting in and out of her and I was feverishly licking them both. I envied Matt's cock. It must have been feeling every squeeze and clench that Ann could deliver. I began to feel and taste Ann's cum emerging from around Matt's cock. She seeped all around him and I licked as much of it as I could from her pussy and his shaft.

Matt was now coming. He let out such deep groans, almost of agony, and then pumped semen into his wife. I watched his magnificent body all through the process. His chest and stomach muscled tightened and rippled. His buttock clenched to iron hardness. His neck stiffened and the veins swelled. He stopped his thrusting and I just watched the twitching of the base of his cock that was the subtle evidence that he was filling his wife.

When I knew he was finished, I pushed Matt away. His creamy cock slid out with a wicked plop. A huge drop of cum dangled from the end. Quickly I took him into my mouth and then withdrew him, sucking the thick warm cum from his shaft. 

I wanted to see a well-fucked pussy from as close as possible. Ann's pussy was still open, exposing her deep insides. Wetness was everywhere. Every bump, every fold, every fleshy surface was covered in a thin white coating of cum. The smell and taste of sex was very strong and wonderful.

Into her I plunged my tongue. I wanted to bathe it in Matt's thick ejaculate laced so perfectly with Ann's cum. It was all so warm, wet, heady, and erotic. I drank as much of the two of them as I could. As my reward, Ann came again, spurting my face.

Ann had not neglected me through all of this. The last orgasm was to be mine. I arched my back and lifted my head up and shouted through cum covered lips.

"That's it Ann. Like that! You're making me come! Inside! Put your tongue inside! Use your lips on my clit! Oh yes! Like that! Like THAT!"

Over the edge I went, quivering violently all the way down. My pussy dribbled cum all over my lover's face. When it was over I turned around on Ann. Our last act together was to lie there, face to face, arm in arm, kissing with slippery lips and hugging our sticky bodies.



What Are Friends For



Will sat on the couch contemplating his next move. Shelley approached from the kitchen, "She still out?" 

"Yea maybe we used too much?"

" No not a chance." she said, "Lets get her into the room while she's still asleep."

With that Will went over and threw Laurel over his shoulder.

"My big, strong man." Shelley laughed. 

Will smiled seductively at Shelley and her heart raced in spite of herself; with just a look he could still turn her legs to jelly. 

She followed him down to the playroom. A smile touched her lips, "This would be fun." she thought.

"Where do you think she should wake up?" Will smiled.

"I think, "Shelley said, "in the manacles, in the middle of the room."

"Perfect," he said "You always know just the right thing."

He quickly secured their prisoner in the manacles; first the wrists over her head then the ankles spread wide to the cuffs attached to the floor.

"Perfect" Shelley said.

Will leaned over to his wife and grabbed her hair yanking it back. "I love you," he said as he twisted her hair around his hand, pulling her head back painfully.

"I love you too." She hissed as she brought her hand up and roughly slapped him across the face. She new what buttons to push and as she looked up into his eyes she saw they were bright with passion and anger. God she loved that look. 

Will stepped back smiling and said, "Shall we begin?"

Laurel hung limp in the cuffs. She started to wake but her head was so foggy.

"Don't worry," a voice said, "it will wear off soon. Until then just relax." 

She felt hands on her body and something cold slide over her bare flesh. Then cold air was hitting her naked flesh causing her to shiver.

"What is going on where am I?" she thought to herself, her head spinning.

The room was dark and her muscles sore. Just then she became aware of her situation. "Oh my god." she thought. "Were the hell am I and what is going on?"

She could here voices but couldn't see anyone; all she was sure of was that she was somewhere dark, chained and naked, in the middle of a room. She should have been afraid. But how odd it was that the first thing she felt was excitement. 

From behind, all of a sudden, she felt hands sliding up her back and over her shoulders.

"Don't be afraid." the female voice said.

"Strange," Laurel thought, "I'm not."

Then the cool hands slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

"This will make it easier on you." the female voice said.

Then the hands traveled back down to rest on her buttocks, slowly moving in circles.

Laurel moaned softly.

"This is crazy." she thought. "I have no idea where I am or who my captures are and I've never been more aroused."

Then she felt another set of hands slide up her body to cup her breasts. These hands felt masculine.

"Such lovely breasts don't you think?" the male voice said, confirming Laurel's suspicion. 

He then took both nipples between his fingers and began to squeeze and twist causing her to moan and arch her back, pushing herself onto the hands that were assaulting her tender flesh.

The woman behind her was now roughly kissing and biting the back of Laurel's neck and shoulders, causing her to shudder in response.

"Please" Laurel moaned.

"I like the sound of that." the male voice said.

Laurel shook her head violently, not willing to give in.

"I would do what he says if I were you." the female voice whispered in Laurels ear.

The hands that had been circling her buttocks lifted and nails trailed down her back. She arched away but in the process pushed herself on the strong male hands now running down her stomach. 

"Oh God, what is happening to me?" she thought.

Just then she felt hand between her legs. 

"Last chance." he said. "Say it, beg for me."

Her breathing was coming faster now. She tried to close her legs but a sharp slap to her inner thigh made her jump. 

She could feel his breath on her as he slid his finger between her legs. She gasped. His finger was making feather light traces back and forth over her swollen cunt lips. She was so oversensitive. 

She moaned as she began to helplessly beg him, "Please, oh please."

"Please what?" he said. "Do you want me to stop?" Just then he pulled his invading finger back. 

She groaned out, "Oh god no."

"No what?" he said, a wicked smile playing on his face.

"Don't stop." she said. "Please don't stop."

He laughed, "Well, seems like our slut likes the attention."

Just then the female voice said, "Well, I've been enjoying the show as well but I think she's a little too easy and should be punished for being so forward."

Then Laurel felt the soft hands caressing her buttocks. 

"Such a nice, round ass." the female voice whispered, "But I think it needs a little bit of color. Don't you my love?"

"As always you know just the thing my dear." the male voice in front of Laurel said. "Will I be in your way if I continue to amuse myself?"

"Not at all, enjoy yourself." 

Laurel felt the woman's breath on her ear, "Now, please feel free to scream all you like."

Without another word or sound of warning Laurel felt the first stinging blows to her buttocks. She yelped and tried to arch away from the belt but just then Laurel felt the invading finger once again assault her over sensitive flesh. 

As the next blow found her already sore skin she did scream. Over and over as the blows found their mark, the man's fingers were bringing her to the brink and then would back off; just enough to bring moans from Laurel's lips and then the belt would bring screams from her. This seemed to go on forever; her skin was on fire and hypersensitive from the constant arousal. 

"Darling, should we bring this little party to its climactic end?" he said with a chuckle.

"Whatever you say my love."

With that the blows rained down one after another and his fingers began to rub her clit in time with the blows. 

Oh my God," Laurel screamed out, "please let me cum. Please, I can't take it anymore."

Laurel started to shudder, her body finally reaching its climax. A scream was torn from her throat. As she came he shoved his fingers deep inside her causing her body to buck and writhe in her bonds. Scream after scream ripped from her throat.

Finally coming down Laurel sagged in her bonds, unable to hold herself up any longer. Her face was red from exhaustion and sweat was running down her back. 

Laurel felt two sets of lips kissing her tenderly and a small smile played at the corner of her mouth as the blindfold was removed. 

Her best friends stood in front of her. 

"Well," Laurel laughed "whose turn is it next time?"



What Are Friends For?



It had been 6 months since my husband died in a car accident when I started to come out of my shell and begin to feel alive again. I attributed a lot of my new gusto for life to Logan. We work together in the Marketing Department and had been partnered on a couple of campaigns for the past two years. Early on, we had developed a foxhole friendship when as a result of constant downsizing, we were forced to work overtime every night and traveled together on several campaigns. 

He was a gorgeous guy, 6'3, great fit body, black, wavy, hair green eyes, but it was his sexy husky voice, cocky style and sardonic sense humor that kept my panties damp. He was the consummate alpha male. He had a quiet, intelligent, confidence about his work that was compelling and was cocky-asshole in his personal friendships. For me, it was an irresistible combination. 

Though historically he never flirted overtly with me, indirectly he peaked my interest in a big way by regaling me with his sexual exploits and tapping into my erotic nature and curiosity in a manner no man ever had. We developed what I thought was a kind of older brother sister relationship -- he was protective, amusing and slightly annoying sometimes.

Because I was a bit shy, it always startled and disconcerted me when I realized a man as interested in me. I am second generation biracial; a real mut with African American, Irish and Puerto Rican in my bloodline, I stood 5'5 and was an exotic mix of curvy and petite with full, firm breasts, flat tummy and tight ass from going to the gym 3 times a week. My parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my maternal grandmother. I was the girl in school who was shy, quiet, and always had my nose in a book. I danced classical ballet and modern until my early twenties, so my body always attracted attention, which I tried to downplay with big clothes and unisex styles. I had two serious boyfriends in my life and married one of them. 

The marriage was not a happy one. My husband had been physically and emotionally abusive but that was a secret that I shared with no one, while my husband was alive. And since it's difficult to accept condolences by responding, "please, don't give it another thought, I couldn't be happier" it seemed best to keep my thoughts to myself after his passing. 

Recently, I noticed a different tone to Logan's and my friendship. He watched me all the time and seemed more possessive, I assumed it was because of the death of my husband. I could not put my finger on it, but it the trip to Florida changed everything. Our team had worked hard and the campaign and it included a two month preparation for a sales meeting that culminated in a late night celebration at a trendy bar in South Beach with some of our co-workers. One of the sales guys, Lance who was a great looking guy, single, about 6' 2" chocolate brown skin, great body and bald head; had always flirted with me and decided tonight was the night to take it beyond talking. 

He asked me to dance. To everyone's surprise including my own, I accepted and we hit the dance floor with vigor to the hoots and encouragement of my friends who seemed happy to see the curvy, young widow in the sexy, black silk dress, enjoying herself. Everyone was laughing and teasing me when we returned to our table, except Logan, whose expression was downright angry. I assumed one of his women had spurned his advances and since that rarely happened he was pouting. 

After the dance, Lance and I sat a little off by ourselves for a couple hours while the rest of the group laughed, danced and drank. I am not normally a drinker so 4 or 5 Mojitos later, I was feeling no pain and practically sitting on Lance's lap laughing at every word coming out of his mouth.

As I stood up to go to the bathroom, I noticed Logan was staring at me and Lance, still sitting quietly with a brooding expression. As I passed him I playfully ruffled his hair, and said, "hey pretty boy, enjoy yourself -- we earned it" he grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand between his legs with one hand on my hip, staring at me intently, with a serious expression, and asked me "do you know what you're doing?", with a head nod in Lance's direction. I giggled and held on to his shoulder as I swayed to the music, and said "no and for once I am not gonna think about it, I just want to feel something". His eyes darkened and his breath quickened as he stood and he pulled me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. "go inside and rinse your face with cold water, I am taking you back to the hotel" "Why?" I asked in a hushed voice, scared I had done something stupid.

"Because you don't know what you are doing and you will be sorry tomorrow" he said in a forced voice, full of that throaty sexy huskiness that made me want him so bad my insides ached. "No." I said,"I am not going back to the hotel with you, I am staying with Lance" I affirmed with my bottom lip jutting out, making my little stand. 

"Oh really" he asked, one eyebrow lifting, advancing on me slowly as I backed into the wall near the bathroom door.

"Yes" I responded breathlessly for some reason, his expression and body language had me as wet as rain and I couldn't stop my heart from pounding as I looked directly into his darkening green eyes. He licked his bottom lip and I bit my lip harder to keep the little moan inside my throat.

When my back hit the wall, he stopped and put one of his large hands beside my either side of my head, trapping me and leaned down to say in my ear "Isa, get your fine ass in that bathroom and rinse your face and be ready to go back with me to the hotel in 5 minutes or I am gonna drag you back to the hotel and wear your tight ass out" he whispered, as calm as if he had asked me to go to lunch.

"What?" I asked stupefied; as bent under his arm, escaping as I walked pass him into the bathroom. Did my alcohol addled brain just hallucinate or did this man, my colleague and friend order me to do something and then allude to what? What did wearing my ass out mean anyway? Spanking, fucking, what? Either way, I was in and more terrified and turned on than I had ever been in my life. As I came out of the bathroom not sure if I was expecting him to still be there or not, he did not disappoint.

"Come on" he said as he firmly took my elbow, walked me to get my purse as he briskly walked me passed our colleagues explaining that I was not feeling well and he was taking me back to the hotel. We breezed by Lance who was standing up to say something, as Logan forcefully pulled me like a kid out the door. 

The warm, sultry night did nothing for my increasing anger and that combined with my rising passion had me in an uncomfortable and unfamiliar state of mind and body. Logan stopped outside just long enough to hail a taxi to take us back to our hotel. As we sat in the darkened seat in the back of the taxi cab he did not say one word to me, but every time I ventured a quick glance he was staring at me with a quiet intensity that kept me squirming in my seat. Which, I am guessing, he noticed by the smirk on his face as he watched me. 

"What was all that about back at the bathroom, anyway?" I asked trying to get things back to normal

"You are not ready for the Lance's of the world" he said smugly. " You are still vulnerable and I don't want anyone taking advantage of that" he said calmly looking into my face. 

For some reason this made me very angry, who the hell did Logan think he was deciding when I was ready, determining that I was vulnerable. So emboldened by alcohol, I responded without editing, "Who the hell gave you the right to make those types of decisions for me? I am beyond ready and want to get laid, hell I need to get laid. You don't get to cock block and say it's in the name of friendship or looking out for me or whatever!" I exploded with all the pent up sexual frustration and anger I had been building over the past months. 

My little outburst shocked and amused him, he literally stared at me with his mouth agape and laughingly said, "Isa, did you just say cock- block?" Turning toward me in the small seat, his large body suddenly made me feel so tiny as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer whispering, "Did you say you need to get laid?" He chuckled and said under his breath that it's a good thing I am ready because he was too and it was finally about time.

"What does that mean?" I said still angry and getting madder that he found my frustration funny. "I will have you know that I use bad words a lot when I am not working, and it's a secret passion of mine to say cock and fuck on the regular, smartass" I said, still huffing that he did not see me as a normal woman but some widow-Madonna. It really pissed me off because I truly believed Logan was one of the few people who saw beneath my façade, we never discussed it, but his constant teasing and sexual innuendos made me think he knew me, the real me that few ever get to see. But no, he was like the everyone else, I thought, sitting beside him in the cab, squirming to pull away from his hot body and waiting to get to the hotel, so I could put distance between us before saying something that I could not take back.

By now he was laughing out loud and not bothering to hide the fact that he was still amused by me. "Who the fuck did he think he was anyway?" I wondered to myself and I figured I knew a way to wipe that smirk off his face and prove I was a real woman in one fell swoop. Without thinking about the consequences, I turned toward him and grabbed his face pulling him closer to me as I climbed on his lap and slipped my soft, wet mouth over his full lips straddling his legs. 

Before he knew what hit him I was tasting and softly sucking his bottom lip into my mouth as I moved my hips in a slow circle above his groin. "Oh My God! What a package", I thought, his cock felt wonderful and it was thick and he was rock hard. I was just beginning to get off of him and felt so satisfied, with my that will show him victory, when he came out of his stupor and reached up, pulling my hair from it's normal bun, slid his hands in my hair, holding my head while he held me on him preventing me from moving my face or taking my mouth away. 

I was moaning and whimpering as he slid his hands down my back, feeling the soft skin along the way until he grabbed my ass and opened his mouth sliding his tongue into my mouth taking over the kiss with a passion and a mastery that left me breathless. He was pulling my crotch over him, rubbing my clit against his hard dick, groaning. Neither of us closed our eyes as we watched each other during that intense kiss and he began sliding his hands under my dress and over my thighs, upwards until he reached the apex of my thighs and slid his fingers along the edge of my lace panties. 

As he felt the soaking wet panties, he moaned into my mouth and ripped them off me as he slid his thick, finger along the edge of my pussy lips. My whimpering turned to a gasping moan and he never released my mouth as his dark green eyes and watched me as he slid his finger inside of me with a firm, swift movement that had me grinding into his body. As the cab pulled in front of our hotel, he pulled back gasping, both of us amazed at the intensity of the passion, he pulled back still breathing hard and attempted to help me pull my dress down.

As we pulled apart what I saw smoldering in his eyes scared the shit out of me and I hopped off of his lap. Grabbing my purse and flew into the hotel towards the elevator as he was detained paying the driver. As I looked back toward the cab, I saw him slip his finger inside of his mouth never taking his eyes off of me.



What Are Friends For?



I recently read that the most popular fantasy for married men is for the man to watch his wife having sex with another man. That may or may not be true, but the suggestion gave me the idea for this story.

It's a story of great friendship, sexy wives, and voyeurism. And it's a story with a twist.

I hope you enjoy it.

* * *

It was a bright Saturday morning, and I lay awake in bed watching my wife through half-open eyes. She had just stepped out of the shower and she walked across the bedroom naked, except for a towel wrapped around her wet hair. In the eight years we have been married she hasn't put on any weight at all, and still retains her youthful figure. She's a five-foot-five brunette, narrow waist, and a nice tight ass. Her breasts are not too big, but they are extremely sensitive, and I've learned how to bring her to orgasm simply by sucking and playing with her nipples.

My name is Jim Nolans and I never tire of watching my wife, Pat, especially when she's naked. I'm 31 years old and Pat is a year younger. Because Pat's kept in good shape, I try to do the same, so I haven't put on much weight since our wedding either. I get to the gym once or twice a week, but my favorite exercise is in the bedroom, on top of my sweet wife. A few minutes of fast thrusting into her willing body burns off a couple of hundred calories. 

She was unaware of me watching as she applied skin cream to her legs. I felt myself getting turned-on as she bent and stooped to apply the cream, giving me a great view of her legs and ass. She was a vision of naked loveliness.

"Why don't you come back to bed?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh, hi Honey," she answered, turning around to face me. "I didn't know you were awake."

"You're looking especially hot today."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'm glad you still like my looks after all these years."

"So, why don't you come back to bed? I'll show you how much I like your looks."

She looked at me for a long moment, to see if I was serious. Then she smiled again.

"Why do you want me to come back to bed?" she asked mischievously.

"Oh, I dunno. Lie down beside me and we'll wait and see what comes up."

She smiled knowingly. "OK, give me a second."

I was more than a little surprised at her fast agreement. Pat is not a morning person, if you know what I mean. In the evenings, she'll fuck no problem. Even occasionally in the afternoon I can get her into bed when she's in the mood. But almost never in the morning; that's just the way she is and it's not an issue with us. I get as much sex as I want, so who cares what time of the day it is? So her willingness to get back into bed this morning was unexpected. 

Pat picked up an electric hair dryer, took the towel off from around her head, and began to blow-dry her hair. Now that I knew what lay ahead, watching her dry her hair made me more excited. This fuck was a pleasant surprise. What a great way to start a day!

She switched off the hair dry and walked over to the bed, walking as smooth as a cat. She slipped into bed beside me and snuggled close. She smelled clean and sweet and her soft flesh felt divine.

"OK, big guy, what did you have in mind?" she whispered into my ear.

I was pleased, yet puzzled, by this unusually sexy behavior so early in the morning. "Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" I asked jokingly. "My wife never wants to fuck at this time of the day."

"There's a first time for everything, Honey", and she bit me lightly on the ear lobe.

"True enough, Baby, so let's get to it." I twisted one of her nipples, firmly without causing pain, just the way I knew she liked it. She responded by reaching down and grabbing my cock, which was still not fully erect.

"Hmm, I can feel that you need a bit more encouragement," she whispered as she stroked my cock. "Leave it to me."

She threw back the bed sheet that was covering us and slithered quickly down my body. I felt my cock engulfed in the warm wetness of her mouth and murmured my pleasure. Pat has many fine talents, and one of those is her ability to suck my cock. She worked her magic with her hands and her mouth and within a minute or so my cock was fully erect.

"Lie back and relax, Honey," she said softly, "this is my treat." She pulled herself back up the bed and swung her legs over my body, straddling me. This was also very unusual, as she normally liked a lot of foreplay, including me performing oral sex on her, before she was ready for penetration. But today she was ready and I hadn't done anything for her. She raised herself high up on her knees, guided my stiff cock to her pussy, stroked the tip back and forward a few times, placed the tip right at the entrance, then slowly settled back down, impaling herself on me.

I was watching her face the whole time, and saw an expression of blissful contentment. She settled back until her buttocks were resting on my thighs, and my cock was fully inside her. I reached up and took hold of her breasts, which were within easy reach. I twisted her nipples back and forward in opposite directions, causing her to draw in her breath sharply. 

Pat rose up and down a few times, letting my cock almost slip out before lowering her hips to re-impale herself. I let go of her nipples and cupped my hands under her ass, taking some of her weight on my arms as she rose and fell. She leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue deep inside. I sucked on her tongue and used my hands to encourage her hips to move faster. I felt her vagina muscles tighten their grip on my cock.

I came much faster than normal, pushing my hips upward as she was thrusting downward. The only sounds in the bedroom were of the heavy breathing through our noses and rhythmic squishing sounds as I added a load of semen to her already-wet hole. When she felt my orgasm pass she slowed down, resting her body in my chest, my cock slowly wilting inside her. When my limp member finally popped out of her vagina, she gave me a final quick kiss on the lips and headed for the bathroom. 

A few minutes later she came back to bed having washed and cleaned herself between her legs. She snuggled into me once more and whispered, "I don't think I've wished you 'Good morning' yet."

"Oh yes, you have," I replied and gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek. "You just didn't use words."

"What a great way to start a day. We should do it more often."

"I agree. The more often the better, as far as I'm concerned."

Pat murmured her approval. "I think this will be a great day after such a wonderful start." She remained silent for a few moments then added, "I've invited Mae over this afternoon for a swim and a barbecue. I hope you don't mind."

Mae Hayes is Pat's best friend. They have been friends since first-grade and went through their entire school years together. When Mae married Ron Hayes, Pat had been Maid-of-honor and I had been Best Man. We spend a lot of time socializing together as a foursome.

Mae and Ron Hayes are from Guyana, the former colony once known as British Guiana on the coast of South America. Guyana has a very racially mixed population, with large numbers of British, Indian, African, and native-American people. The inter-marriage over two centuries has produced many attractive people, and both Mae and Ron fall into that category. Mae is about 5-feet 8 inches tall, about four inches shorter than Ron and me. Her skin is coffee colored, her hair jet black and curly, her eyes deep brown. Although her heritage is mostly British, you can tell that her ancestry includes both Indian and African people. With her height, and her lithe body, she turns the head of most men wherever she goes. I've never heard her swear, never heard her make an off-color joke. She is quiet and reserved. She oozes class and dignity ... as well as sex appeal. 

I've had the 'hots' for Mae ever since I met her, but have never tried anything with her, mostly out of deep respect for the close friendship she has for my wife, but also because she's never given me the slightest bit of encouragement. A light kiss on the cheek and a hug on holidays or birthdays is the most physical contact I've ever had with Mae. Our friendship with the Hayes couple has always been purely platonic.

"Is Ron still in Hong Kong?" I asked.

"Yes. He's already been away for about ten weeks and is not due back for at least another month. I think Mae is getting fed-up with being alone, and that's why I invited her over." If her friend was unhappy, Pat would do anything to help.

"That's fine with me, Honey. I enjoy Mae's company, and I can appreciate how she must feel after being alone for ten weeks."

"Let's just keep today simple, Jim. A few drinks, a swim in the pool, a bit of steak on the grill, and I'll make a salad. That should do it."

"No problem. What time will Mae be here?"

"I told her to come around 2PM. We'll have a nice relaxing afternoon."

We both got out of bed and Pat started to dress as I headed for the shower. I was feeling in good spirits. That was because of the sex I'd just enjoyed with my sexy wife, but I realized that I was also looking forward to spending some time with classy, attractive Mae. Pat was right; it was going to be a great day. 

* *

By coincidence, I was in the living room at the front of the house when Mae arrived. I watched through our large window as Mae pulled into the driveway in her silver Mercedes CLK convertible. She got out of her car and I got a full-length view of her. She was wearing a pink sun visor and huge sunglasses. Barely enclosing her full breasts was a matching pink halter top which showed a generous amount of cleavage. A pair of very short white shorts and pink sandals completed the outfit. She looked good, really good.

Mae looked even better when she leaned over the car to collect her belongings from the back seat. I got an eye popping view of her delightful ass as she bent over the side of the car. She took a few seconds to collect a large tote bag, giving me plenty of time to admire her legs and shape. I had never really seen Mae's legs before. Anytime I'd been in her company she had worn jeans, or long pants, or a dress. The tiny shorts she was wearing today showed her legs perfectly. Her legs and ass were spectacular! I gave a low whistle of appreciation and went to the front door to greet her.

"Mae's here," I called over my shoulder to Pat as I opened the door.

When Mae saw me she gave a wide smile, showing white, even teeth. "Hello handsome," she called cheerfully in her Guyanese accent as she walked in the door. She dropped her tote bag on the floor and gave me a huge hug and planted a kiss firmly on my cheek. I could feel her soft breasts pressing into my chest. "How's my favorite host today?" she asked, pulling back slightly, but still leaving her hands on my hips.

"I'm doing great, gorgeous, especially after that hug and kiss. And may I tell you that you're looking especially delightful today; very yummy indeed."

"Aw, aren't you nice!" she cried, and gave me another hug. This time she kissed me quickly on the lips. "You're such a charmer." It was the first time ever that Mae had kissed me on the lips, and it was a pleasant, soft surprise.

Pat appeared on the scene just as Mae kissed me. "OK you two, break it up," she said jokingly. "No smooching unless I get my share."

Mae laughed, moved away from me, and the two friends hugged each other in greeting, kissing each other on the cheeks.

"Jim just paid me a nice compliment, so I rewarded him with a hug and a kiss. I know that you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind," replied Pat. "We've been friends forever, so what's mine is yours. And he was right to pay you a compliment. You're looking great today."

Mae giggled. "You'd better be careful what you're saying. Jim's a handsome man, and I haven't been with a man for over ten weeks. By the time Ron gets home, I think I might have forgotten what a wife is supposed to do for her husband."

Pat laughed at that. "Don't worry Mae, I'm sure sex is like riding a bicycle; once learned you never forget how to do it. Anyway c'mon in and make yourself at home. Jim, Honey, would you like to get us a drink?" 

The two wives walked toward our patio. Without them being aware, I watched them walk away from me, admiring the slim bodies and nice asses. I was also more than a little surprised at how Mae had acted and spoken. The kiss on my lips and the reference to sex were both out of character for her. Maybe the long absence of her husband was making her horny, I wondered.

I knew what the women liked to drink, so I poured Barbados rum and cola for Mae, adding lime juice and plenty of ice. On an impulse, I added an extra shot of rum to Mae's drink. For Pat, I poured a large glass of white wine, adding some ice to keep it cool. I cracked a beer for myself. As I walked toward the patio door, carrying the drinks on a tray, I could see the women sitting outside, huddled together in conversation. When I opened the door and went outside they moved apart.

"Here we are ladies, just what you need on a warm day like today." I passed out the drinks, and Mae took a deep sip of her rum and cola.

"Ah, perfect," she murmured, savoring the tangy flavors. "This'll make me relax."

"There's more when that one's done, Mae."

"Thanks Jim." She put her drink down. "OK, I'm going to change into my swimsuit. I want to lie and catch some rays. Thanks for inviting me over. I really needed some company." Mae rose from her chair and strolled back into the house.

"What we you two conspiring about when I was mixing the drinks?" I asked Pat.

"It was just girl talk. I'm glad we invited her over; I think she needs a break. She's looking good today, don't you think?"

"She looks like a million dollars. I've never seen her look better. I hadn't realized that she has such great legs. I hope she wears shorts more often."

"Yup, Mae's quite the looker. I'm surprised you haven't noticed that before."

"Oh, I've noticed alright, it's just that she's here on her own for the first time, and she seems to have come out of her shell a bit without Ron being here. She seems more outgoing today. Ron's a lucky guy." I tried not to sound too enthusiastic about our beautiful visitor.

"Well, I'm going in to change too. We'd better be careful today as that's a hot sun. We'll need lots of suntan lotion." Pat rose from her chair and went into the house. I took another sip of my beer, and wondered what Mae would look like in her swimsuit.

I sat alone for a few minutes, watching the water sparkle in the pool and listening to the birds. It was a superb summer day and I was looking forward to spending it with two bikini-clad women. When I heard the patio door open I looked up and saw Mae reappear from the house. I nearly dropped my beer.

She was wearing an all white bikini and, contrasted against her coffee-colored skin, she looked awesome. She could see me gaping at her and smiled slightly, but otherwise pretended not to notice my reaction. She took another mouthful of her rum drink. She squinted up at the sky to check the location of the sun, then dragged a long lounge around so that she could lie and get the full effect of the sun's rays.

"Is it OK if I lie on this lounge, Jim?" she asked. "I won't be in anyone's way here?"

"That's fine, Mae. Lie anywhere you want." I was trying hard not to stare. I kept mentally reminding myself that Mae was my wife's best friend, and my best buddy's wife. What I was thinking about Mae was definitely out of line. I told myself to get a grip of my hormones. Mae lay down on the lounge, stretching her body out like a cat. It was the sexiest real-life scene I'd ever watched.

The patio door opened and Pat reappeared. She hadn't changed into her swimsuit after all. She was holding her cell-phone and shrugged her shoulders in exasperation.

"I just got a text from my hairdresser," she said with a sigh. "I've been bugging them for an appointment for my hair and fingernails, and they just texted me to say that they have a cancellation. I need to go there right now."

"Forget it," I said. "Go sometime next week. Stay here, relax and enjoy the sunshine."

"No," she said slowly. "If I pass this up it'll be another week or more, and my hair will be a bigger mess than it is now." She started keying into her phone. "I'm telling them I'll be right over."

"Jeez, Pat, we have company."

"I'm sorry, Honey. I'll only be a couple of hours. You don't mind, do you Mae?"

"Don't mind me, Baby" Mae answered in her lilting Caribbean accent. "I'm gonna lie here and mellow in the sun, and if Jim keeps my glass topped up with that fine rum, I'll be in seventh heaven. Go get your hair done, girl. We women know how important that is."

"Jim, when I get back I'll be hot and needing something long."

"Long Island iced tea?" I suggested.

Mae let out a loud guffaw. "Jim, you're so cute. Your gorgeous wife asks for something long and you offer her a cocktail!" she laughed. "You got it half right. A cock-tail is what she'll want," she giggled, putting strong emphasis on the first syllable.

I had deliberately avoided making the easy joke at Pat's request about needing 'something long', as I didn't want to embarrass either of the two women. But here was the normally shy and demure Mae making the joke for me. She was full of surprises today. 

Pat laughed along with Mae. "OK, I'll be back as soon as I can. Jim, Honey, look after our guest while I'm gone. Here's the suntan lotion. Make sure that you put plenty on. And make sure that Mae puts it on too. Her skin doesn't burn easily, but we can't be too careful these days." Pat leaned over and kissed me softly on the mouth. "Relax and enjoy yourself, Honey, and I'll be back soon." She handed me the bottle of suntan lotion, called a quick farewell to Mae, then dashed away.

Suddenly, Mae and I were alone.

Mae was lying face down, stretched out on the lounge, resting her head on her folded arms, her eyes closed. I began to apply suntan lotion to my arms and legs, watching Mae the whole time. I could blatantly ogle her body now, without her knowing. Her long back tapered in nicely at her waist, and her gorgeous ass curved upward from the waist. The material of her swim suit hugged her butt nicely, and I could see the space between her cheeks. The swimsuit was cut high at the hips, making her legs look even longer than they did in her shorts. In a word, she was breathtaking, and I stared and stared at her legs and ass. I found myself wondering how often my buddy Ron fucked her, and what her favorite position was. Horrified, I realized that my cock was beginning to stiffen.

Oh fuck, this is too dangerous I thought, and I got up and walked around the pool, pretending to be busy. I was beginning to worry that I might do something really stupid.

I looked back at Mae lying in on her stomach in the sun and remembered Pat's warning about sunburn. I walked back toward her and picked up the bottle of suntan lotion.

"Put on some suntan lotion, Mae, otherwise you'll get burned."

May didn't look up. "Be a sweetheart and put it on for me, Jim. I can't reach my back to put it on myself."

"OK, sure," I gulped. This could be fucking fatal, I thought.

"Thanks, you're a sweetie," she murmured, and she reached behind her back with both hands and unfastened her bra strap. The straps fell to the side. "That should make it easier for you." She settled her head back on her folded arms and closed her eyes again.

With my cock beginning to stiffen once more, and a bulge showing in my shorts, I was glad to kneel down at the side of the lounge. I squeezed a ribbon of lotion up and down her back, put down the bottle, and began to spread the lotion onto her skin. I began at the shoulders, and worked my way down the back of her arms. Working slowly, I moved down her back, spreading the lotion while at the same time I used my fingers to give the skin and flesh a gentle massage. I worked down her back to her waist, right where the swell of her ass began. The temptation to slide my hands under her swimsuit and massage her ass was almost overwhelming.




What Are Friends For?



"Mm, that feels good, Jim. I can tell that you've done this before."

"Yeah, I do this for Pat sometimes."

"She's a lucky woman. Be a dear and do the back of my legs too, OK? Do you mind?"

She's asking me to massage her legs? She wants me to massage those magnificent legs? Thank god I'd fucked Pat earlier in the day, otherwise I'm sure I would have come in my shorts right then.

"There's nothing I'd rather do than massage your legs. But I'm sure Ron wouldn't be too happy to know that I'm fondling his wife's legs."

"You're just applying suntan lotion, silly, and Ron need never know. It'll be our secret." She shifted her body slightly on the lounge, getting into a more comfortable position. When I shuffled down lower alongside the lounge I noticed that she had moved her feet apart, opening her legs at the same time. "I'm, ready when you are," she said quietly.

I began to massage lotion into the back of her legs. It was scarcely believable. I was now massaging the legs that I'd been ogling since the minute she stepped out of her car. My cock was getting stiffer by the minute and I sensed that the situation was beginning to spiral out of my control. While I was massaging her legs, and I was working slowly upward from the ankles, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. From the position I was in, and with her legs apart, I could clearly see her crotch, and I stared at it, thinking that only a thin layer of flimsy cotton was between me and her pussy. My hands worked slowly up her legs, massaging gently. How far up would she let me go? As I passed her knees I stopped to squeeze more lotion onto her skin, and spread it higher and higher, rubbing and stroking. The firm upward, rhythmic pressure of my hands was causing her body to gently move up and down on the lounge, perhaps only an inch or so at a time, but movement nevertheless. I wondered if the movement was causing her clitoris to be slightly rubbed by the lounge.

My silent fascination with Mae's body was interrupted when she spoke.

"God, you've no idea how good this feels," she whispered.

"Thanks," was all I could lamely say. And I continued moving my hands up toward her crotch. My hands were near the top of her legs, and I eased my fingers between her thighs, still stroking. My fingertips were now no further than an inch away from her pussy, then half an inch. Dare I touch it? I kept my fingers moving slowly, but went no closer to the magic spot, the spot of earthly delights. I watched her muscled buttocks, only a few inches from my eyes, moving with the pressure of my hands. 

Then I saw it! A tiny, darker dot appeared in the crotch of her swimsuit. It was dampness. Mae was getting wet! My cock stiffened until it was fully erect.

Fuck it, I thought to myself. She's ready and I'm ready. Go for it. Fuck her now! Just pull off that swimsuit, climb on top of her magnificent ass and fuck her from behind. She's ready! She wants me to do it! I hesitated for a moment, thinking of the repercussions, and in that moment Mae spoke again.

"OK, lover boy, I think my back is adequately protected. Now you gotta do the front." And with that she heaved herself up, rolled over, and lay down again, on her back. Her bra, which she'd unfastened earlier, was left lying on the lounge under her, and she lay topless before me. Mae made no attempt to cover her breasts and I gazed at the full globes with the dark nipples. 

"Do you want me to do the whole front?" I mumbled, my voice hoarse with passion.

"Yes, I want you to do it all, lover. It's been a long time since a man touched me like you're touching me. You have magic fingers, and my own fingers aren't cutting it any more."

The thought of Mae masturbating to relieve her sexual tension merely added to the inferno of sexual arousal that was raging inside me. My heart was pounding, my cock was hard as a rock, and my brain was in a whirl.

Leave now, Jim, I told myself. Get up, get in your car, and get as far away from this adorable woman as you possibly can, because if you fuck her, you could be in deeper shit than you can imagine. Use your brains, I told myself.

The trouble is that when God created man he gave us all a limited supply of blood. He gave us enough to stiffen our cock or enough to operate our brain, but not enough to do both at the same time. It was one or the other. 

My cock won!

"Do you want me to fuck you, Mae?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Yes, I want you to fuck me. I'm just about going crazy here. I'll make it easier for you." And with that, she pulled her knees up to her chest, slipped the bottom of her swimsuit over her hips, down her legs and off. She moved with the speed and grace of an athlete. She tossed the unwanted garment aside.

In the blink of an eye, the adorable, beautiful, desirable Mae was lying naked in front of me, waiting for me to fuck her.

I stood up and tore off my t-shirt and shorts. Now I was naked too. All hesitation was gone. All thoughts of repercussions were gone. The only thing that mattered to me was to get my cock inside Mae's body. I knelt alongside her and took one of her large nipples into my mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. I ran my hand down the length of her body to her crotch, and let my fingers comb through her pubic hair. She opened her legs and I pushed my hand lower, stroking her wet clitoris. Mae gave a low moan.

"That's it, lover, that's it. Oh fuck, that feels so good," she hissed as her hips began a slow gyration. I slipped the finger into her wet passage and moved it around inside, bringing another murmur of appreciation. "Can we please go inside, Jim? I'd like to be lying somewhere more comfortable."

"Of course; let's go up to the guest room." I stood up and helped her to her feet. She saw my erection and took hold of it.

"Beautiful," she whispered and kissed me on the lips. "I can't wait to feel this inside me." 

We walked inside and up the stairs. I let her walk ahead of me on the stairs so that I could get a close-up view of her naked ass and legs. I was in a daze at the idea that I was about to fuck this beautiful woman. It was like a fantasy coming true.

We went into the guest room and I threw back the bed cover. Mae immediately lay down on the bed, spreading her arms and legs wide. The contrast between her dark skin and the white bed linen was erotic. I got on the bed and moved on top of her.

"OK Jim, put that wonderful stiff cock inside me."

"I will soon enough Mae, but not yet. Is it OK if I taste you first?"

"Yes, but don't take too long. I need to feel you inside me."

"OK, I'll be quick." I slid down her body, dragging my tongue the entire length. I paused for a second and probed at her navel, which was pierced with a diamond stud. Then I continued downward, nuzzling her wiry pubic hair briefly, before taking her clit in my mouth. That brought another gasp from Mae, and I sensed that she was close to an orgasm. But I was close too, and I didn't want to delay any longer. I gave her pussy a few slow licks. As I crawled back up her body, she spread her legs even wider, waiting to receive me. When I was fully on top of her I kissed her hard on the mouth. While I probed her mouth with my tongue she reached between our bodies and guided my cock to her pussy.

"Put it in, lover, all the way," she whispered, pulling her mouth away from mine for a moment. I didn't have any intention of waiting and I drove my hips down hard. My cock slid easily into her wet hole, and when it was all the way in I stopped, savoring the sensation. I put my tongue back in her mouth and lay motionless on top of her, marveling at what was happening. I grabbed both her hands and pinned her arms over her head. My cock was buried deep into Mae's magnificent body and she was clearly enjoying the moment as much as I was, sucking on my tongue. I could scarcely believe it. I was fucking the fabulous Mae Hayes, my wife's best friend, and the wife of my best buddy, probably the most beautiful woman I know.

Was I ashamed? Did I have any regrets? Hell, no, I'd worry about that later. Right now, all I wanted to do was to fuck Mae's brains out and, judging by Mae's reaction, that's all that she wanted too. I began to thrust in and out of Mae's receptive hole, causing her to grunt and gasp with the power of the thrusts.

"That's it, lover, fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and she began to thrust back, matching her thrusts with mine. Hearing such strong language from the woman who was normally so shy and demure was an added turn-on, and I drove into her as hard as I could. She came suddenly, her orgasm sweeping over here. Her legs shot straight out, but she continued to thrust hard against me, digging her heels into the mattress, moaning and whimpering. I came too, and could feel my hot semen squirting deep into her. Momentarily I thought about it, and hoped she was on the pill. Oh well, too late to think about that now. I continued to thrust until I had ejaculated every drop into her, and I could feel her thrusts subsiding, her orgasm spent.

As my cock wilted, I eased myself off Mae's sweating body and lay alongside her. That had been a fantastic fuck, one of the best ever. But if I thought that we were finished, I was mistaken.

After resting for a few minutes, Mae rose onto her side and moved down the bed. She took my wilting cock in her mouth and began to suck. After a few moments she took her mouth off my cock, looked up at me with those huge brown eyes, and asked, "How long until you'll be ready to go again? I don't want to waste any time."

"Keep sucking like that and I'll be ready in a few minutes. That's nice work you're doing."

Mae smiled at me, that dazzling white smile that I loved, and resumed her sucking. She stroked my cock while she sucked. I'd learned a lot about Mae in the past hour or so. She liked sex; she masturbated; she knew how to expertly suck a cock. I was getting enough information to feed my fantasies for a long time. She was not the shy woman that she appeared. She was a highly sexual woman, one who clearly needed fucked on a regular basis. And I was the lucky one she'd chosen to satisfy her in her husband's absence.

My cock had stiffened nicely and Mae lifted her head from my crotch. "Ready?" she asked, giving me another wide smile.

"I'm ready. Lie back."

"Nah, let's do it a bit different this time," and she moved onto her hands and knees. "Come in to me from the back, OK?"

"That's most definitely OK," and I quickly moved behind her on my knees. Mae arched her back, presenting her pussy to me, and I directed my cock inside her once more. When my cock was inside her she gave a long "aah' and went down on her elbows. Her ass pointed wonderfully upward, giving me a perfect view of her buttocks. I began to massage the smooth globes with both hands, prying them apart every few seconds so that I could see in between them, revealing her rosebud of an anus. In the meantime, Mae began to rock back and forward, impaling herself on my cock. I also felt her vagina muscles tighten, gripping my cock firmly. I began to thrust my hips slowly.

The pleasures were in my groin and also in my eyes. Watching my glistening cock slide in and out of Mae was highly erotic, as was seeing her tight anus, and wondering how often Ron fucked her in the ass. I wet one of my fingers in my mouth and pressed it against her tight rosebud as she surged back and forward. Tentatively, I put some pressure on the finger, and it slid into her anus a tiny fraction of an inch.

"That's nice, lover, but not too far," whispered Mae, turning her head to speak to me. I left my finger there, enjoying the fact that Mae seemed to like the double penetration. Her surging got faster and faster and she came again, grunting with the exertion of pushing her ass fast and hard against my hips. I didn't come again, but my cock stayed nicely stiff.

Mae was not finished. After she puller her body off my cock, she pushed me backward onto the bed, swung herself around in the opposite direction, and straddled my body. We were in the '69' position with her on top. As she lowered her mouth onto my cock once more, I had a perfect view of her ass, pussy and anus, all of which were within easy reach of my mouth and hands.

She sucked and sucked on my cock, while I put my mouth and tongue to work on her. I stroked and caressed those beautiful round buttocks, savoring their feels and their taste. I gave plenty of attention to all her sensitive areas, probing gently, and I even got a lubricated finger well into her anus while I licked her clit. Incredibly, she came again, her ass rising and falling on my face while I tried to maintain full contact. She sucked me hard as she came and I squirted my second load of semen into her, this time down her throat. She didn't spill a drop.

Finally, it was over. Neither of us had an energy left. We had fucked each other to a standstill. 

Quietly, we both got dressed and Mae said that she was going home. I asked her to stay for a meal, but she declined. It was time to leave, she said. She gathered up her belongings and I walked her to the front door. She turned to look at me.

"Jim, thank you for an incredible afternoon," she said, looking deeply into my eyes. "I loved every minute of it. Say thanks to Pat for me. Tell her she's a wonderful friend and I'll call her tomorrow." She opened the door, then hesitated and turned back to me. She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. "You're an amazing lover. Pat's a lucky woman. Bye."

She walked out, closed the door behind her, and was gone. 

I stood there in a dream, listening to the silence. Had all that really happened? Had I really fucked Mae? Had she really fucked me in return? Suddenly it all seemed so incredible. I walked back toward the stairs, intending to go up and straighten out the guest room. The sheets would be a tangled mess, sticky with sweat and semen, and I'm sure the room reeked of sex. I turned the corner at the foot of the stairs.

"Did you have fun?" Pat's voice was so close and so unexpected that I literally jumped. She was sitting in the living room, her legs tucked under her, flipping idly through a magazine.

"Jesus Christ," I cried in shock and fright.

She smiled at me serenely. "Well? Did you have fun?"

I was thunderstruck. How long had she been sitting there? How much had she seen or heard? I felt panic beginning to rise. I'd just fucked her best friend and she knew about it. I was screwed! 

"Pat, look, let me try to explain," I began, desperately struggling for words. "How long have you been home?" 

"I never left. I've been here all afternoon."

"You didn't go to the hairdresser?"

"No."

Puzzlement was being added to my panic. "You didn't leave? So you saw everything?"

"Yes, I saw everything. That was quite a show you both put on. Very impressive."

"I'm totally lost. You said you were leaving then didn't leave. You stayed and watched Mae and me having sex. Why?"

Pat smiled at me patiently and indicated the seat next to her. "Come and sit here and I'll explain everything."

I walked over and sat down next to her, totally confused. "You're not mad at me?"

Pat shook her head. "No, I'm not mad at you. You were set up."

"Set up by whom?"

"Set up by Mae and me." Pat saw my bewildered expression. "Jim, let me tell you the whole story."

"You're gonna have to, because I'm baffled."

"All right, here it is. Mae has been missing Ron a lot lately; missing him in the bedroom to be precise. She's been talking to me on the phone about it, and nothing she's been doing on her own to relieve the sexual tension, if you see what I'm getting at, was working anymore."

I remembered Mae telling me that her 'fingers weren't cutting it any more.' The idea of Mae masturbating was still arousing. "I understand," I said.

"Anyway," Pat continued, "when I was talking to Mae on the phone yesterday she sounded really frustrated. So, being the good friend that I am, I offered her you." Pat paused and looked me straight in the eye when she said it. 

I gaped at her. "You told Mae that she could fuck me?" 

Pat nodded. "Yes, more or less. Mae was taken aback at the suggestion, just like you are, but we talked about it for a while and she slowly warmed-up to the idea. In the end, she said that the idea was quite appealing, but there were a lot of implications to consider, so she would have to think about it. That's when I invited her over for a barbecue. It gave her the chance to think about it overnight."

I was still stunned. "I can't believe you were willing to have me fuck your best friend."

Pat shrugged. "To be honest, the idea of me watching you fuck Mae was a bit of a turn-on. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. I guess there's a kinky side to me that I haven't been aware of. So the honest answer is, yes, I was hoping that Mae would agree to fuck you so that I could watch."

"Then what happened?"

"When Mae and I went out to the patio just after she arrived, she told me that she was going to do it. Do you remember us whispering, and you asked me what we were talking about? That was it. That's when she told me that she wanted you to fuck her. So I made up a story about the hairdresser so that I could leave you two alone."

"Unbelievable," was all I could think of to say.

"I went into the house and watched you from the kitchen window. You didn't see me because you couldn't take your eyes off Mae. The reason I fucked you this morning was because I didn't want you to come too soon. I figured that you might come in your pants once you and Mae got going together. I think I was right, too."

"Yeah, you were right. I would have shot my load for sure when she took off her swimsuit. Seeing her naked for the first time was really something. But you didn't watch us in the bedroom, did you?"

"Yes, I saw almost the whole thing. After you came in the house you walked right past me. You didn't see me because you were too occupied ogling Mae's ass. After a minute or so I followed you upstairs. You left the bedroom door open. I looked in just as you were going down on her. Watching you eating her was fascinating; better than any porn movie I've seen. I watched you fuck her, then I watched while she sucked your cock, and when you fucked her again doggy-style. By that time I was so horny I had to use the bathroom to relieve myself."

"Relieve yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, relieve myself with my fingers." 

"Today has been the most incredible day of my life," I stated, almost stunned with all my wife's revelations. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Your incredible day isn't over. I want you to go have a shower while I cook you a steak. After that, you're going to fuck me. My fingers only do so much. I need your cock almost as much as Mae did."

"OK"

"Be sure to wash your cock thoroughly. Mae is my dearest friend, but I've no desire to taste her pussy on your cock."

And that's the way the day ended. After a long shower, a fine steak, and a couple of glasses of cabernet, Pat and I went to bed. It took an hour of hard work on my part before she had her second orgasm and was completely satisfied. I didn't come at all. Mae had drained me of semen.

We lay silently in each other's arms afterwards, thinking about everything that had happened in the eventful day.

Pat was the first to speak. "You know, watching my husband fuck my best friend was incredibly erotic. More arousing that I would ever have believed."

"I'm glad to have been of service," I replied sleepily.

"Maybe you should try it sometime."

"You mean watching you and Mae fucking?" I said with sudden interest.

Pat punched me on the chest playfully. "No! You idiot! I mean you watching your wife fuck your best friend." 

"You mean Ron? Watching you and Ron fucking?"




What Are Friends For?



"Yeah, that's what I mean. Despite what you are thinking, I bet it would turn you on big time. It worked for me."

"I don't think so," I replied firmly.

"Aw c'mon. All I'm asking is that you think about it. You fucking Mae was a wonderful experience for the three of us. It was a win-win-win situation. It would be the same with you watching me with Ron."

"No."

"He's your best friend, and you fucked his wife. The least you could do is consider repaying him with your own wife. That's what friends are for." 



What Are Friends For?



My wife is a short, mousy looking lady of 33 years. Not very sexy looking, and certainly not someone that you would think would be sought after by other men. Not someone that you would try to go after. Although she had pillow-like breasts, big and soft, and a chubby but very nice ass, she was a plain-Jane nevertheless. So what happened was a real surprise.

My best friend invited Jane and I up to his cabin for one of our frequent get-away trips with him. We had done this many times before. This time would be different however.

As usual after the days activities we were cuddled around his fireplace on the floor. It was a little cold so we all got under a blanket and huddled on the floor. Jane, of course, was between us. We had been drinking which wasn't unusual. What was unusual was that we had also tried some pot for the first time. I wound up being so relaxed I went to sleep. A little later I awoke by a gentle nudging against my leg. I thought it was Jane waking me to go to bed. 

I could feel Jane's leg brushing up against mine in a constant, rhythmic and smooth motion. I glanced over with slitted eyes. Right next to me my best friend was lying on top of my wife rocking his hips smoothly forward and backward. I had to blink several times to clear my head and an effort make sense as to what I was seeing.

The blanket was barley covering his back. As the motion continued in a slow steady manner the blanket began to slip down more and more, slipping towards his ass, finally slipping entirely off. My bleary eyes got wide at what was actually happening.

Jane's short chubby naked legs were stretched out alongside Jims long slender ones and her spread knees were slightly bent. His legs were tight together and firmly wedged between Jane's. Jim's pants were bunched up around his ankles where they had obviously been pushed. He still had his shirt on. Jane's shorts were completely off her legs and lying at her feet in a jumble. Her plain, white bikini panties were all scrunched up around one ankle. Her flannel shirt was opened and her melon-sized breasts (still in her bra) were being squashed down by Jim's chest. Her hands and arms were lying by her side palms up. Jims face was buried in the crook of her neck. Her eyes were closed and looked so relaxed that I thought she was passed out.

The nudging against my leg was caused by her left knee, which had been forced up against my leg, no doubt when Jim had moved her legs apart and hunkered down between them. As his hips came down and forward with his inward thrust they forced her legs apart even further and her knee pushed into mine. She looked like she was in a trance.

Neither one was moving except for Jims ass and hips, which he was slowly thursting in long slow strokes forward and back into her crotch. Her ass flattened out each time his weight was put on her, their hips meeting perfectly. Every three or four thrusts he would raise his hips up high move forward and force his cock almost straight down. I raised my head slightly. Yes that was his cock all right - heavily veined, hard as a rock, very wet and shiny. And this very bumpy and stiff rod of flesh was doing a disappearing and reappearing act in her pussy. The smell of sex wafted towards me each time he withdraw himself. I raised my head more. This gave me a perfect view of his cock swimming in and out of her obviously wet tunnel. 

Jim had never expressed any desire for Jane. But I guess any port in the storm when your stoned, horny and you have a woman that's half out of it. Or in this case his best friends wife's pussy. Jane had never expressed any desire for Jim or for anything extra marital for that matter. I feigned sleep and continued to watch this amazing sight of marital infidelity. 

Jim continued for many minutes raising and lowering his ass, his cock easily moving in and out of her stroking his penis with her pussy. Believe it or not, it was so hpynotic, I almost dosed off. I think he was trying to cum but couldn't for some reason. Jane lay there breathing, weezing, loudly. He began to speed up slightly. Jane in a momentary spark of consciousness whispered please don't do it inside. He shushed her and whispered back cavalierly what's a little cum between friends. More desperately she whispered the same thing. He ignored her but she didn't move to stop him either.

Then, he raised his ass up high exposing his entire wet shining cock and sunk swiftly into her pussy for the final thrust burying it to the hilt and causing a squishing sound. Jane grunted softly and the fingers of both her hands closed in a fist and raised them both to her forehead. He lay there very still with only his ass twitching, a soft moan escaping from his mouth. Jane began to flinch with each pulse of his cum spurting into her. I realized that she was having an orgasm, quiet though it was.

He lay there not moving as his cock delivered the last of his semen inside her. Jane lay there, tummy heaving as his deposit was calmly, easily and without any resistance whatsoever delivered into the deepest part of her womb. Some of it oozed out from around his cock and her tightly stretched pussy lips. The overflow was very obvious when he withdrew.

Then he rolled off her his cock plopping out with a loud sucking sound. The action of his cock pulling out caused more of the white stuff to dribble out of her gaping hole. His cock began to immediately shrink being very spent. Saying thank you I really needed that, he kissed her long on the lips. I guess, not knowing what to say she said your welcome and he promptly fell asleep.

She sat up and looked down at her now dripping pussy and watched the thick juice as it oozed out between her swollen lips. She reached down and with one finger touched a drop of the mixed juices. She looked at it gleaming the firelight and then looked over to Jim's sleeping form. She seemed very puzzled. Tired she rolled over to me and snuggled up against me and went to sleep.

The next morning I awoke first. They still had their clothes off and what remained was in adishevled state. Jane's shorts were not immediately visible but her panties were still hanging off her left ankle. 

I waited until they awoke, stretched and began to wake up. I was looking at them in a strange way and then they both turned red. They looked at each other's naked bodies. From the dried juices on Jim's cock and the tell tale short black pubic hair on his belly, not to mention the dried and matted hair of Jane's pussy covered with white, dried cum it was obvious that Jane had been fucked and I wasn't the one who did it. 

I looked at Jim's crotch and then at Jane's. And then back again. Then I simply said you guys must have had a great party. Then I kissed Jane on the cheek and went to the bathroom.



What Are Friends For?



Jason was trying very hard to concentrate on the game he was playing with his best friend, Meg, but it was proving difficult. His older sister, Maggie, had invited her friends over for a "sun bathing party" again. Seven girls all in tiny bikini's strutting in and out of the house for the past hour, making sure Jason could see them in the process. Currently, they were all gathered in the patio outside, sun tanning, and it was all Jason could do not to run upstairs and look down at them from his window, seeing them stretched out in their tiny swimsuits. Some of them had started to go topless, Maggie included, not even caring anymore about being seen by Jason, or any of the neighbors. Being in their early twenties, they were all Sex Mages; any amount of attention they got would only charge their magic, and if anyone tried anything or even thought of trying anything, they would know it instantly and take matters into their own hands. In a way, they were daring Jason to come peep at them; he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.

This was not to say it wasn't a massive effort. When they had first come over and stripped down to their suits, right in front of him in the living room, they had all laughed at the massive spike in arousal, and all the dirty thoughts that flashed through his mind. Maggie smirked, amused at her brother's humiliation. However, this time, Jason had been prepared, inviting Meg over to distract him from what was going on.

At the time, Meg had been in the room, where she and Jason had been about to play a video game. She giggled as she watched Jason straining to control himself as the girls got almost naked in front of them. At 18, Meg was too young to have developed Sex Magic yet, but a girl would have to be literally blind not to see the look of sheer desire on his face. Still, she couldn't blame him. Poor Jason was now on week three of no orgasms, a punishment decided by Maggie when she caught Jason masturbating to pictures of her friends. This was also the third weekend in a row they had all come to sunbathe at their house, just to really rub it in Jason's face, and embarrass him further by letting her friends directly see all his dirty thoughts about them.

Of course, the game they were playing sure didn't help either; it was one of those fighting games where all the women were total knock-outs clad in ridiculous, and skimpy, outfits. It didn't matter that the women were digital graphics. At this point, jiggle-physics and anime proportions were wreaking just as much havoc on his libido as the near-naked twenty-somethings in the backyard. There was a chorus of laughter that came from there as Jason watched his character do a particularly high kick that sent her huge animated boobs bouncing. He swallowed hard and tried not to think of Maggie's friends all doing similar motions, an attempt that failed miserably, if the laughter from the back was any indication.

Jason turned red in shame, and Meg smiled sympathetically at him. She reach over and pat his knee. "Come on, don't be embarrassed," said Meg. "They're all flattered. Really. I heard Jenny talking last week, and she likes the thoughts in your head."

"Shut up," Jason muttered. "Don't make it worse!"

Meg sighed. "Okay, if you're so worried about them seeing your thoughts then here." She stood, went over to Jason, and promptly sat between his legs, snuggling her ass right against his crotch. Jason gasped and reflexively curled around her, "spooning" her as they sat, his chin resting on her shoulder, and his arms holding her to him.

"There, now you'll be too busy thinking about me to think about them," she said with a smile.

"Oh, fuck," said Jason. His cock throbbed and flexed in his shorts, and for a moment, he felt the urge to cum. But of course, he couldn't. He clutched her tighter and dropped his controller.

"Alright, buddy," she said, pushing the controller into his hands. "Easy now. Just play the game with me, okay?"

With a Herculean effort, Jason managed to grab the controller and play again. After a moment, the game let him shift his focus away from his cock a bit. Just as he was gaining the upper hand in the match, however, Meg would flex and wriggle her ass against his cock, touching off his nerves and making him shake with need. He would fumble, and Meg would use the opportunity to take him out with a cheap move. Meg was actually pretty good, good enough she didn't need to resort to such tactics. But it was certainly more fun to.

"Meg, please, you're killing me here," said Jason, his voice shaky.

"I know, right? 30 wins in a row!" Meg laughed. She gasped as he clutched at her again, body trembling as he tried with all his might to press himself harder against her, and dry hump her ass like crazy. But the magic prevent him from being able to force himself on her.

"Please!" he whispered. "You have no idea what its like!"

Meg looked over her shoulder at him and frowned sympathetically. She slid away from him, dropping down onto the floor so that she was still between his legs, but not pressed against him. She leaned her head back to look at him as he caught his breath. "Sorry, Jay. Really. I guess your sister is a bad influence on me."

"Please, please, please make me cum!" Jason pleaded. "You're a girl, you can touch me, please! I'll do anything you want!"

"I can't, Jay," said Meg.

Jason threw down the controller and got up, stomping up to his room. "Some friend you are."

Meg frowned. She didn't realize how upset he was. "Jay, wait, come on! I really can't, I don't have my powers yet! Maggie said she put the block on you so you can't cum, even if a girl touches you."

"But, but, I..."

"Seriously, I couldn't make you cum, even if I fucked you." The image of Meg bouncing up and down on his cock immediately elicited a round catcalls and jeers from the girls outside. Meg couldn't help but smile sheepishly. "Aw, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, Maggie popped her head in. "Damn, Meg, he wants you bad."

"Go easy on him, Mags," said Meg. "Please? He's really sorry about what he did."

"Oh, I bet he is," said Maggie. "Still, I guess if you want to see him spurt so bad, it could be arranged."

Jason's eyes were wide and pleading to meg, who felt a slight blush at being put on the spot. "Well..." she said.

"Please, Meg?"

"Shush, Jason," said Maggie. "Women are speaking."

Meg pat Jason on the shoulder. "Yeah, I want to see him spurt. What are friends for?"

"Well, okay, but he's gotta earn it."

"Of course!"

"Wanna fuck him?"

This time, Meg's eyes widened. Still a virgin, as much as she liked to tease Jason sometimes, the thought of actually fucking him took her off guard. The thought of her first time being with Jason had its appeal, but she didn't want it to be like this, with him out of his mind with lust; she would prefer it on her own terms, when he could actually fully appreciate it. Jason, of course, was far too riled up to care about such distinctions at the moment.

Maggie spoke up. "Here, something Mom used to make him do. Hold out your index finger."

Jason winced. "What? No! Come on, Maggie, not that!"

"Do you want to cum or not?" said Maggie, given him a stern look. Jason gave silent consent.

"Now, hold out your index finger," sad Maggie. Meg did so, and Maggie concentrated. "Okay, now it there. Jason, you know what to do."

Meg was confused for a moment, until Jason very hesitantly slipped his mouth over Meg's finger. Jason's jerked as his lips closed over the digit. Turn beet red with embarrassment, he began to bob his head on the finger, running his tongue along its length. As he did, his hips started to buck, and he moaned.

Meg looked up at Maggie, stunned and awed. "Oh, my god! You used the Voodoo spell on my finger!"

"Yup! He can feel everything he does to your finger. He's totally sucking himself off!"

Both girls laughed, and they were joined by several other voices as Maggie's friends started coming inside, not wanted to miss the show. Soon, all seven girls were sitting around the two as Jason worked Meg's finger with surprising gusto.

"Oh, my god," said one of the other girls. "He's really going to town!"

"Yeah, for a few months there, that was the only way we'd let him cum. He got quite skilled!" 

"Wow, I never knew!" said Meg, fighting not to laugh. She noticed Jason was beet red with shame, but was so riled up he couldn't stop himself. Jason had his eyes squeezed tight, not wanting to look at anyone. His moans got louder, however, and his body shook with pent up tension. Soon, he was gasping and could barely stay upright.

"Okay, that's enough, let him cum, Maggie," said Meg.

"Aw, just another few minutes! You should see the thoughts whirling in his head!"

Meg frowned as she saw a few tears coming out of Jason's eyes. The pressure was so intense it was probably painful, but Jason still couldn't stop. She wouldn't be surprised if Maggie or the others were magically pushing him along. "Make him pop, Maggie!"

"Yeah, Maggie, make him pop!" said one of the other girls.

"Here, this'll help," said another, reaching over and yanking down Jason's shorts, letting his cock spring out and jerk in the air. His cock was nearly as red as his face, and his balls were swollen and dark.

"You might want to move, Meg, or he's gunna hose you down."

Jason opened his eyes and looked at Meg pleadingly. Meg frowned sympathetically, and as Jason's lips moved up to the tip of her finger, she leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. She kissed Jason's passionately, taking him by surprise, and working her finger between them. Jason moaned loudly and nearly fainted as the sensations of twin mouths worked him over.

"Okay, I'm gunna uncork him! Better move! 3... 2... 1..."

Meg shifted so she was next to Jason, just as his first shot flew from his cock. The other girls cheered as he came so hard, he splattered clear across the room. Meg continued to suck and kiss him, and he nearly screamed in ecstasy. Then it was over, and he collapsed back on the chair gasping, the girls all laughing and cheering around them.

"Okay, I think that's enough," said Meg. "You can undo the spell now."

"You sure?" said Maggie. "You could have some fun with it, till you get your own powers."

Meg glanced at Jason, who was completely dazed on the couch. "Maybe another time."

"Oh, alright," said Maggie, canceling the spell. "Okay, shows over, let's head back out." She turned to Meg as they left, "Make sure he cleans up his mess before it starts to stick."

Meg nodded, and waited a few moments before rousing Jason. "H-whuh?" he muttered.

Meg handed him a handful of tissues. "You've gotta clean up. Here, I'll help." The two got down and started wiping up the streaks of semen. Jason remained red faced. "What's up, Jay? Doesn't it feel good, all that pressure eased up?"

"You helped them humiliate me!" said Jason, his voice bitter.

Meg reached over and pat him on the back. "I know and I'm sorry. But I figured if I played along I could convince them to let you cum. And it worked!"

Jason thought for a moment, then sighed, and smiled a bit. "Yeah, thanks."

"Sure thing!"

"So, uh..." Jason cleared his throat. "So... you want me to return the favor?"

Meg smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll add it to your tab. Then in a year, when I get my powers, I can cash it in." Jason swallowed nervously, and Meg giggled.



What Are Friends For?



Author's Note:

This is a story featuring Greg Maitland. The story is free standing so there is no need to read previous stories. However, if you would like to know more about our hero then I suggest you read "people can change parts 1 to 3.I am deeply indebted to JuicyStarchild for her critique and excellent editing and for making my story more readable. 



I sat at the table in the corner of the Red Lion. In front of me were two pints of Hobgoblin, one for Eric and one for me. I knew from the start that something was wrong. I often met Eric for a drink on a Friday and we would go over the business of the week. It was just over a year since I had opened up the second branch of Drive In Auto Services and put Eric in charge of the first one. He had shown himself to be more than up to the job and everything was ticking over nicely. Fridays were the nights when we slapped each other on the back and toasted our good fortune. Had it been a Friday I wouldn't be worried, but this was a Wednesday. For Eric to ring me on a Wednesday and suggest we met for a pint, something must be wrong.

Eric was more than an employee, he was a mate. He and his wife Janet had stood by me when everything went tits-up in my private life, in the five years between the divorce and me finding out that my wife Julie really was a deceitful tramp. It was Eric, Janet, my book-keeper Clare, and a couple of other friends who helped me through. Now I was back on top, with a new wife, Nicola, who was now six months pregnant, and a booming business. But, as any marine will tell you, mates are forever. They've watched your back so you can watch theirs.

I went through all the possibilities while I waited. If it was work related the only thing that couldn't wait until Friday was that he wanted to fire someone or, far worse, he wanted to quit. I couldn't see why he would want to leave--I paid him a damn good salary and I know he enjoyed the job. No, this had to be personal, in which case I might have some idea what it was all about. You see, my wife Nicola is a police woman in the traffic division and two nights previous she told me something I wished I didn't know. Something that had happened when she and her partner John Blackman (Chalkie to his marine buddies) were patrolling the motorway.

"I couldn't believe it," she said. "The car got slower and slower, while moving from lane to lane. The driver seemed completely unaware that we were behind them. I switched the video on for a couple of minutes while we followed them, then gave them a quick burst of the lights and sirens. That's when it all changed. We'd thought the driver was alone in the car, but as soon as the siren went off we saw there was a passenger. She must have had her head in the driver's lap and when she heard the siren she shot back up to the sitting position. John went back to talk to them. He doesn't allow me because of my condition, so I sat in the car watching in the mirror. Now, I know the mirror doesn't give you the best view, but the more I looked at the female passenger the more I thought I recognised her. Greg ... I think it was Janet, Eric's wife."

"Whoa, now just hold on a minute, Nicola. You were looking in the mirror and you were, what, ten metres away? I don't think you could say for certain."

"No, I didn't say I was certain. It just looked like her. You haven't heard about any problems have you?"

"No, but I can ask if you like?"

"No, don't. I could get into trouble for just telling you about it."

Eric walked in and sat down opposite me. I pointed to his beer and he picked it up and took a sip.

"What's the problem, then, Eric?" I asked.

"Who says there's a problem? Perhaps I just felt like a chat."

"Come on, we both know that normally you can't wait to get home to Janet on week days, so if you want to chat there has to be a reason for it."

"Yeah, you're right, I do have something gnawing away at me. You've been through it ... how do you know if your wife is having an affair?"

I started to laugh and then I looked at Eric and could see he was upset. "Sorry, but you've got to see it from my perspective. You're asking me, a man whose wife was having an affair with that arsehole Miles on and off for five years, but I didn't see it. Besides, this isn't Julie we're talking about, this is Janet, and we both know she worships the ground you walk on." 

It was true--you only had to see them together. You never saw them out without them holding hands. At fifty-two Eric was a little over seven years older than me, and Janet was in her mid forties. They had been married almost twenty-five years and they still can't pass without touching each other. 

"You know that we, Janet and I, thought you and Julie were a match made in heaven. We thought it was only your reaction to that video that kept you apart. Then we find out she was screwing arsehole Miles, even when you were still married. I thought, if it could happen to you two, it could happen to any of us."

"Whoa, don't go blaming me for your suspicions. You've got to have more than that."

"That's the problem, Greg, mate. All I've got is suspicions, but her recent behaviour has made me think. Only a few months back she became extremely horny. I couldn't keep up with her--she wanted sex any place and all the time. She even wanted to do it on my desk at work. I know a bloke ain't supposed to complain that his wife wants a lot of sex. I mean, I'm a man, right? I'm supposed to be the one who always wants sex. Anyway, about two weeks ago all the demands stopped and I was back in charge of our sex life."

"Oh, for gods sake, Eric. Janet's at an age where her hormones are all over the place. Menopausal women frequently have swings in their sexual appetite. Think yourself lucky--many women go off sex altogether."

"I know all that, but there's more. Around the time the sex drive declined again, a face from the past came back to town."

"Okay, you've got me interested. Tell me about this face from the past."

"His name's Gerry Rawlings. He was Janet's boyfriend before she met me. Believe me, he is every bit as big an arsehole as Miles. I first met Janet when she was on the rebound from that bastard. He had taken her to a club and got her drunk. He spent the night flirting with another woman. On the way home with Janet he'd pulled into a lay by and fucked her. He took her virginity then took her home. After that she never heard from him again. She was really in love with him but she was just a piece of arse as far as he was concerned. Apparently he went back to the club for the other woman. He left town that night and moved in with the other woman. Janet was devastated. When I started to take her out it was months before I even got to first base. When we eventually slept together she fully expected me to dump her, as if I could ever do that. Anyway, a friend of mine ran into Gerry the other day. I said it was a pity he wasn't driving a truck at the time--when he ran into Gerry, that is. So Gerry told my mate that when he got back to town he was able to pick up exactly where he left off. Well, you see, he left town with the other woman that night. Where he left off was fucking my Janet."

"Okay, just what do you want from me?"

"Well, your Nicola's a police woman ... I thought perhaps she could help me find out what's going on, or at least help me find that bastard Rawlings so I can warn him off."

"Right, stop right there. There's no way we're involving Nicola in this. She loves her job and she's not putting that at risk."

Eric looked down at the floor and sat there shaking his head. "I know you're right, but I've got to do something--I can't lose her." He was now on the verge of tears.

"Okay, I didn't say I wouldn't help. I know people who know people. Before we start, if your suspicions are correct, what do you intend to do?"

"I don't know, what are the options?"

"Well, would you want to divorce Janet? What about Rawlings? Do you want him to disappear?"

"You can do that, make people disappear?"

"Not me personally, Eric, but I know people who can. For as little as a thousand pounds no one will ever hear of him again."

Eric's shudder was visible. "I'm not sure I want to go that far. Can't we just find out what's going on and decide what to do about it afterwards?"

"Tell you what, why don't you leave it with me and let me see what I can find out. Give me a couple of weeks."

We agreed to leave it at that and I finished my pint and went home. Over the next few days the problem laid heavy on my mind. I regarded both Eric and Janet as friends and if Eric's suspicions were right, and it looked to me like they were, both of them were going to get hurt.

Sunday found me in a London hotel room with Nicola, getting ready for the march to the Cenotaph for the annual Remembrance Sunday service. This year it was the turn of the Royal Marines to lead the veterans march. I had been invited and Chalkie Blackman, with the help of Nicola, had persuaded me to go. 

"You know, we'll have to stop doing this soon," Nicola said as she moved her pussy up and down on my prick.

"Yeah, I know, but not just yet, eh." She had her knees either side of my waist and I was able to look at her gorgeous body as it rose and fell. I reached up to gently squeeze her enlarged breasts. "I hope these are staying after the baby is born."

"Well, I'm sure they'll stay for a while, but who knows how long? Oh, Greg, that's it, right there, yes."

She started to tilt her pelvis forward as she came down, with her pussy tightening on my dick. As I squeezed her left breast I teased the nipple with my thumb. With my left hand I stroked her very prominent bump. Her pace increased and she started to gasp. I felt my buttocks start to clench and everything below the waist seemed to want to push into her. Her pussy gripped my cock as she moved up and down.

"Ah ... Greg, darling ... ah, you've got me, ah. Ah. Ah. Give it to me. Oh god, yes! Arghh! Aaargh!"

As she came, I felt everything go. I went rigid, pushing myself up into her, my hips lifted off the bed and it felt like all of my body wanted to inject itself into her. 

Slowly, she came down as I softened inside her. "You know I'm really going to miss this. That twelve weeks is going to feel like twelve months."

"I'll do the best I can, babe. I can still use my hands and mouth."

She grinned down at me. "So can I, lover, so can I."

We cleaned up and went down for breakfast, then returned to get ready for the march. 

"You'll need these," she said, passing me the boxes I had brought with me. "It does say medals must be worn."

"I knew I shouldn't have come. I really don't want to do this."

"Oh, Greg, you must wear your medals. They show how proud your country is of you."

"How proud would they be, if they knew what I did to get some of them?"

She held one up for me to look at. "I know what you did to get this one--John told me. That's why he won't have a word said against you."

"Okay. I'll wear them, but not those two." 

She pinned the medals to my chest and stood back and looked at me. "There, now go down there and let me be proud of you. It's a pity that bitch Julie wouldn't let your girls come."

"It's her turn to have them and, if I know Annabel and Grace, they'll insist on watching it on TV."

"Come on, hero. You've got a parade to go to."

Downstairs we met John Blackman and I went with him to the muster point. We all lined up and waited to be sent on our way. As we stood there, I noticed a face I recognised--Captain James Wentworth. As I saw him, he noticed me and came over.

"Sar'nt Maitland, how are you, man?"

"Just fine, sir. How about you?"

"Oh, you know, sergeant--the usual life of a career soldier. I was quite surprised you never signed up for another tour of duty. You were always a damn fine soldier."

"It was just my time to go, sir."

Jim Wentworth looked at the medals on my chest. "Aren't there a couple of gongs missing here, sergeant?"

"And what gongs would they be, sir?"

"I distinctly remember putting you up for two, for the last operation we were on together. I know they were awarded, but I don't see them here."

"Would that be the operation the high command denied all knowledge of, sir? The operation that never was? Well, sir, if there was no operation, I couldn't have got any medals for it, could I?"

"A lot of good men are still alive because of that operation, sergeant."

"Yes, sir, and a lot of civilians--innocent men, women and children--are dead because of it."

"History will forgive us, sergeant."

"You may be right, sir, but what if I can't?"

He gave up and walked away. John Blackman looked puzzled. "When did you serve with him?"

"It was when you were in the hospital. I got drafted into a special unit he was running."

"I just knew that, when I got back to the unit, you'd been transferred."

"Can we talk about something else, John? Do you remember stopping a car because the driver was getting a blowjob while he was driving down the motorway?"

"Are you kidding? Of course I remember--they played the video of that in the station canteen for a week."

"Did you file a report?"

"I certainly did. He should be charged with driving without due care and attention."

"So you'll have name and address, etcetera."

"Yeah, but what do you want with him?"

"The woman concerned may be the wife of a friend. I just need to find out if it's true."

"You're not planning to do him any harm are you? 'Cos if you do, and it gets out that I gave you his details, my life won't be worth living."

"I promise you, John, no matter what happens, I won't lay a finger on him."

"Okay. I'll text it to you tomorrow."

We started our march from Trafalgar Square and down Whitehall, paying our respects to fallen comrades as we passed the Cenotaph. Most of the dignitaries had left by then and the monument was covered in poppy wreaths. At the end of Whitehall we stopped and disbanded. I went back to find Nicola and we went home on the train. I couldn't pretend to be sorry to leave such a circus. I needed no special day to remind me of fallen comrades--I remembered them almost every day. I also remembered the ones who returned physically intact, but were never the same again. Everyday I woke up and was thankful for the life I had. I looked across at Nicola with her prominent bump. I know life hadn't been a bed of roses since I left the service, but on the whole I was a very lucky man. Let the politicians and military commanders have their little services if it eased their consciences--I'll be content to live in the here and now.

John Blackman was true to his word. On Monday morning I received a text with the name and address of the driver, along with the make, model and registration number of his car. In the last sentence John indicated his concern. "Remember--not a hair on his head."

I sent one back. "Thanks John. Not a hair on his head, guaranteed."

I called Eric and told him that my friends would need some idea of what Janet's movements were likely to be.

Janet Porter left work on Tuesday afternoon and walked across the car park to her little white Mini. She was an attractive woman, carrying a little extra weight, maybe, but it looked good on her. Her brown hair danced on her shoulders as she walked and the trim waist and nicely curved arse moved in time. The sway of her hips was exaggerated by the high heels she wore today. In fact, most things about her appearance were a little different today. She wore slightly more make up, which drew attention to her sparkling green eyes. No trousers--today it was a tightly fitting skirt which stopped just above the knee, treating the observer to the sight of her legs, which were covered in stockings with a seam running up the back of her legs. Her white cotton blouse was tailored to pull in at the waist, showing off her ample bosom. It was easy to see what had attracted Eric all those years ago.

She got in the car and drove to the supermarket. She went inside without bothering to collect a trolley. Fifteen minutes later she came out, hand-in-hand with a man. They walked to his car, got in, and drove away. A cunning plan indeed--anyone seeing her car would assume she was shopping.

Gerry Rawlings had run into Janet quite by accident. He'd walked into the insurance office where she worked, trying to arrange insurance on his car. She hadn't recognised him at first, but he had recognised her. It wasn't until she'd read his name on the proposal form that bells started to ring and she'd looked at him again. The years had been good to him--with his slim build and salt-and-pepper hair he cut quite a dash. Janet remembered the last time she had seen him. The look on her face was decidedly frosty.

"Janet. Janet Ashley, is it really you? My, what a beauty you've turned into."

"It's Mrs Porter now, thank you." Janet had said, coldly.

"Of course, I should have known. No man with any sense would have left you on the shelf for long. You know it's really great to see you looking so good after all those years. Do you think we could share a coffee sometime and talk about the old days?"

Janet's stance had softened. She'd remembered that he'd always had a way with words.

"I really don't think we have anything to talk about and I don't think my husband would appreciate me talking to you."

"Oh, but we do, Janet. There hasn't been a day go by when I haven't regretted what I did to you. Please, let's go somewhere more private and I can apologise properly."

"But my husband--"

"Will understand, if he trusts you. It's only a cup of coffee after all."

He's right, what harm could it do just to have a coffee and let him seek my forgiveness? These were the thoughts going through her head as Janet had accepted his invitation.

He had started off telling her how sorry he was for the way he had treated her all those years ago and how, despite everything that had happened in his life, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Janet had lapped it up. She was just starting the menopause and it had made her horny as hell. It also made her question whether she was still attractive. Eric kept telling her she was beautiful, but he would, he loved her. Gerry was something else--he had cast her off and was now regretting it. She had listened as the compliments came thick and fast. Gradually she had started to open up to Gerry, telling him about how wonderful Eric was, about how the family had now left home and how lonely she felt during the day. After a couple of meetings he'd told her of his sexless marriage and how his wife had gone off sex almost as soon as their daughter was born some eighteen years ago. Janet had been very sympathetic and agreed that partners didn't realise just how important sex was in a relationship.

Not once during the time they were meeting did Janet mention Gerry to Eric. She knew what Eric's opinion of him was, and perhaps that was true once upon a time, but he had changed. Now he was pleasant, caring and sympathetic. He really cared about her problems and wanted to help her, even when she opened up about her constant desire for sex and Eric's inability to keep up. He would suggest things she could try, websites she could visit with porn clips to help her get herself off. He had even bought her a vibrator as a present. If Eric could see him now he would see how much Gerry had changed, but no, once Eric made up his mind about someone, there was no changing it.

Their rendezvous had changed to the supermarket car park, where they would leave Janet's Mini and head out to the pub by the river. With the alcohol, Janet's talk got looser and it hadn't been long before they were talking about sexual fantasies and things they wanted to try, but hadn't got around to. Janet had told Gerry how she wanted to be tied up, to be totally powerless, while she was used by her partner.




What Are Friends For?



"Have you asked Eric to do that?"

"What, dear dull old Eric? He wouldn't even consider something like that." 

She had heard herself say it and couldn't believe it. Eric wasn't dull, he was kind and caring and loved her like there was no tomorrow. Eric would do anything she wanted, except hurt her. Had she not been so closely involved, she may have realised that Gerry was slowly and systematically driving a wedge between Janet and her husband.

"Then Eric's a damn fool. If you were mine I'd give it to you whatever way you wanted."

Janet had been plied with just enough wine to wreck her judgement, and let that one pass. 

They had been on their way back to the supermarket when Gerry had started to talk about it being eighteen years since he'd had a blow job.

"Eighteen years ... that's terrible. My Eric gets them all the time, it's part of our lovemaking. You mean, she hasn't satisfied you in any way in all that time?"

"Not even a hand job."

"Oh, you poor man, you must be really desperate."

"I am, Janet--you don't know how desperate. All this talking about your problems have made it worse, somehow. I don't suppose you could ... give me some relief?"

"Give you a blowjob? Oh no, I couldn't. I'd never cheat on Eric."

"No, of course you wouldn't. Just forget I mentioned it. We really must stop talking about your sexual fantasies, though. It's got me hard as a rock just thinking about it."

He had known how to get to her. First the alcohol, then appealing to her sympathy, then making it sound like she was responsible for his frustration. In her alcoholic haze, Janet had found herself weakening and justifying it to herself. It wasn't really sex, just a blowjob--he had been listening so sympathetically to all her sexual problems, no wonder he was hard as a rock.

"Well ... maybe just a blowjob, but where and when?"

"What's the matter with right now?"

"What, here on the motorway?"

"Well, now is when I need it."

He had reached out, put his left hand around the back of her neck, and gently pulled her head down to his crotch. She had unzipped him and eased his dick out as he continued to drive. He had been right about one thing--it was certainly hard. She'd swirled her tongue around the tip, then licked up the pre cum that was oozing out, before wrapping her lips around the whole thing. She didn't really know why she liked giving blowjobs--there was no real physical pleasure for her. No, the pleasure was in pleasing and, to an extent, controlling her partner. She hadn't done it much lately for Eric--if he came in her mouth he wasn't much good to her for some time after. If she'd thought about it she would have known she was being deceived. If it really had been eighteen years Gerry would have come almost as soon as she started sucking. However, she had found herself working up quite a rhythm before she felt him start to tighten up and it had been at that exact moment they'd heard the police siren.

At the time Janet had been very nervous, and somewhat relieved, when the police had only been interested in the driving and accepted that she was Gerry's wife. When the police left they had laughed and giggled like a pair of naughty school children. 

After the exchange of more emails, and sharing of links to bondage videos, they were now in his car again and headed for Gerry's house. She trusted him, she felt safe with him, and he had offered her the chance to experience the feeling she longed for--to be powerless to resist, to be used by another whilst remaining perfectly safe with someone she trusted. 

Once they arrived at Gerry's house they went straight to the bedroom. Janet felt a mixture of nervousness, guilt, but most of all, excitement. She was so wound up she didn't notice the change in Gerry. Gone was the softly, softly attitude today--things were more urgent. The first thing he did was to put a blindfold on her. Janet just stood there, waiting and listening. She heard him opening and closing cupboards, followed by a number of metallic clicks as if he were erecting something. He undressed her, held her hands behind her back and tied a silk strip to one wrist.

"We need a safe word," she said, "so you know when to stop."

"Of course we do. I know ... 'Eric'. The minute you say 'Eric' I'll stop everything."

Janet nodded her acceptance and he tied her hands together behind her back.

"Okay, down you go," he said, pushing down on the top of her head. Janet dropped to her knees. "Now lets do it properly this time--open wide."

Janet opened her mouth and waited for his cock. What she got was the ball of a gag which he quickly fastened behind her neck. He stepped behind her, took hold of her arms and lifted. Janet got to her feet and he guided her to the bed. He pushed her forward so she landed face down on the bed. She felt him tie ropes around her ankles and secure them to the legs of the bed. Gerry seemed to be getting rougher and for the first time she started to feel frightened. She realised there could be no safe word--she had a gag in her mouth and couldn't say anything. She felt him strap something between her knees. She felt two fingers being thrust into her barely wet pussy. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a grunt. Using the two fingers in her pussy he lifted her into a kneeling position, with her head on the bed. Janet's head was spinning--this was not what she was expecting. Why was he doing this? He must be aware he was hurting her.

"Well now, you say you've never felt a big dick inside you. See what you think about this?"

She felt something large replace his fingers in her pussy. He pushed it hard into her. It felt huge and it hurt. He slammed it hard into her and each time he did, it hit her cervix hard, causing her more pain. Tears ran from her eyes and she sobbed. It was a great relief when he stopped pounding her pussy. Even after he stopped he left it in place. With no movement at all she still found it extremely uncomfortable. She felt him kneel on the bed, between her legs.

"Many years ago I took your cherry. Now I'm going to take the brown one."

She felt him line up the tip of his cock with her anus. She tried to scream, but once again the only noise she could make was a grunt. She felt pressure on her anus, then suddenly everything changed. She heard him cry out and suddenly he was no longer behind her. She heard him fall to the floor. Someone else was obviously in the room. Using the only sense she currently had, she tried to piece together what was happening.

"Don't hurt me, please. Please, don't hurt me," Gerry pleaded. "What do you want? You want her? Take her. She's just a whore--she can take both of us."

That hurt Janet almost as much as the dildo in her pussy. How could he turn like this? Why would he do these things? And who was he talking to? She could hear them moving to the corner of the room. She could hear Gerry's continued pleading. Someone came over to the bed and released whatever it was between her knees.

"What are you doing with that? What do you want with me? Just fuck her, take her arse--I was going to. You don't need me, let me go, I won't say anything."

Again someone came back over to the bed and with some relief she felt them take the large object from her pussy.

"What are you doing with that? No, please, I can't take that, it's too big." Gerry started to cry and his pleas were interspersed with sobs.

Janet could hear the intruder walking around the room. She heard him return to Gerry in the corner of the room and then the sound of an aerosol spray. Gerry cried out again. The intruder came back and she heard him pick up something from the dressing table.

"That's my wife," Gerry said. "Leave her out of this."

Janet heard the spray again, but this time she heard a loud roaring noise and could feel heat coming from the corner. Gerry started to scream.

"No, please don't. No, please. Alright, alright, you wanna fuck my wife, you can. She'll be home in an hour, you can fuck her then. Just don't hurt me."

You despicable piece of shit, Janet thought. I hope he fucking kills you.

The intruder walked back and picked up something else, then returned to Gerry.

"That's my daughter," he sobbed. "No, please, you can't ask me to do that. She's my daughter, for gods sake, you can't ask me to give her up to you." The roaring noise started again and Gerry screamed out again. "Okay, okay, I'll give her to you, just don't hurt me, please!"

The noise stopped and the intruder came over to the bed. What felt like a knife slapped against the cheeks of Janet's arse. Then she felt the rope on her left ankle being cut and her hands were untied. Her arms were stiff and difficult to move. Her hands moved up and removed the blindfold. Next she removed the gag and rolled over to untie her other ankle. Still sobbing she found her handbag, took out the phone, and went to the bathroom.

"Please don't let it be Eric," she said as she punched in the number. "Please don't let it be Eric." She heard the phone ringing. It rang for some time and then she heard it.

"Hello. Drive-in Auto Services," Eric said. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, Eric, thank god. I'm so pleased to hear your voice."

"Janet, is there something wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just fell asleep and had a horrible dream. Now I've heard your voice I know everything is fine."

They said their goodbyes and she returned to the bedroom. For the first time she looked at Gerry. He was tied, with his hands above his head, to the door of the walk-in wardrobe. His legs were fastened to the spreader bar that had been between her knees. On the floor between his feet was a huge dildo. It must have been at least twelve inches long and very fat. She looked down at it. That's what he fucked me with, she thought, as a shudder ran through her. Alongside the dildo was an aerosol deodorant can and a disposable cigarette lighter. The wardrobe door was scorched in the space between Gerry's legs. The carpet between his feet was stained and wet where he had pissed and defecated. She looked up and saw his head hanging down with tears running from his eyes. She stood up and looked at him.

"You pathetic piece of shit," she said and spat in his face. 

She walked over to the bed, picked up the ball gag and returned to Gerry. She pinched his nostrils closed and as he opened his mouth to gasp for breath she pushed the ball hard into his mouth. She secured the gag behind his neck.

"It's alright, Gerry, we can stop this at any time. Just say 'Eric'."

She brought her knee up swiftly into his testicles. She repeated that operation twice before picking up the dildo. She took it in both hands and swung it at his genitals. Gerry tried to scream, but nothing but nasal grunting came out. 

"There, you bastard, how does that feel? I'll bet you feel better than James Brown, you snivelling excuse for a man. To think I put my marriage at risk for this. My Eric's worth a hundred of you and he's even got a bigger dick. You disgust me."

As she looked around the room she noticed a tripod set up on the other side of the bed. There was no camera on it but she knew that's what it was for. She looked back at Gerry hanging from the door. "You were going to record what you did to me? You are one sick bastard."

Having washed her hands, she dressed as quickly as she could then searched through Gerry's pockets. She took his car keys and went back to look at him.

"Your car will be in the supermarket car park. Don't ever try to contact me again. If you do, I'll tell Eric you tried to rape me. I doubt you would survive the beating."

Harriet Rawlings had been home for half an hour before she went up to the bedroom to get changed. That was when she found the unconscious Gerry, hanging from the door to their walk-in wardrobe.

She let out a scream before running downstairs and dialing 999 for the police and ambulance. Returning to the bedroom, she opened the wardrobe door and Gerry tumbled forward onto the carpet. Harriet, and their daughter Wendy, went with him to the hospital. Gerry was drifting in and out of consciousness and the police postponed any questioning until the following day. Harriet and Wendy went home, convinced he was in the best place. 

The following morning, after Harriet had called her work to let them know she wouldn't be coming in, she was just about to get ready to go to the hospital when she noticed Gerry's video camera on the floor by the front door. Next to the camera was a DVD marked "PLAY ME". She switched on the TV and put the disc in the player. The previous afternoons activities were quickly revealed to her. It was impossible to determine the woman's identity, but it was obvious she didn't want what Gerry was doing to her.

"The bastard raped her," she said to herself.

Then came the entrance of the intruder with the ski mask and latex gloves. She had little sympathy for Gerry when the intruder pulled him off the woman but, when she heard him offering herself and Wendy in return for not being hurt, she felt nothing but contempt. She went up to Wendy and told her to pack a bag. When Wendy objected, Harriet told her all about the intruder and the aerosol gas torch. She told her how her father had offered her up for fucking.

"But, Mummy, they were hurting him. A man would say anything to make them stop."

"I saw his body last night. There wasn't a burn mark on it. The snivelling rapist bastard was just frightened they might hurt him, but it was fine for him to hurt that woman. If you want to stay with him I can't stop you, but I'm going to stay with your grandma." 

Harriet went into the bedroom and started packing. Wendy went down to watch the video. 

Harriet had just started packing the second case when Wendy came into the room. "I'm coming with you, Mum. Have we got another suitcase?"

"Yes, I think there's one in the back of the wardrobe."

Wendy went into the wardrobe and soon found the case. To her surprise, it wasn't empty. She carried it out into the bedroom, threw it on the bed and opened it.

"Er, mum, I really think you should see this."

Harriet looked at the contents of the case. There must have been a hundred DVDs, each in a jewel case with a woman's name and address.

"Oh my god, I think we've just found out why your father was attacked."

She called the police and told them what she had found. From that moment the investigation changed tack from an assault charge to a full blown blackmail inquiry. Gerry never applied for bail--with all his material in the hands of the police he realised he was safer in prison.

Our regular Friday business meeting was a very up-beat affair. Eric was already in the pub and got up to meet me as I walked into the bar. He shook my hand and ordered the beers. We sat down at our usual table in the corner.

"Eric, I'm sorry. I haven't managed to contact my friend about checking up on Janet. He's apparently out of the country on some security work."

"Don't worry about it, boss. I've got my Janet back. That's all I really wanted."

"So you don't want to check up on her now? What's brought this on?"

"She's back to normal. Well ... back to being the insatiable woman she became a few months ago. It's how I start the day and it's how I finish it. You've no idea how good it is to be woken up with a blowjob." He looked at me and smiled. "On second thoughts, you probably do. After we talked last week I spoke to the doctor and he said what you said, that some menopausal women become rampant sex machines. He wouldn't say that Janet was one of them, but he did give me some advice."

"Which was?"

"Go with it and hang on for dear life." We both laughed out loud.

"Eric, have you ever talked to Janet about what she wants and what her fantasies are?"

"She has told me some of the things she likes me to do. She wants to try anal."

"Well, no, that's not exactly what I meant. Some women develop a taste for things that you might think a bit strange. You know, like doing it in public places, or being tied up and blindfolded and stuff."

"You think Janet might be into all that stuff."

"Who knows, the more satisfaction she gets from each time, the longer it may be before she needs it again."

"Looks like I'd better talk to her some more. That's going to be difficult."

"Come on, Eric, you're man enough to handle it."

"I'm not talking about being man enough, I'm talking about finding the time. Right now we seem to spend all our spare time fucking."

"You're a very lucky man, Eric. Now let's get down to business."

The following Wednesday I took Nicola in for her pre-natal exercise classes. On the way back to work I called in to see Eric at the Braunceston branch. I was somewhat surprised to find his office door locked and all the blinds closed. I could hear the clatter of items falling on the floor. Something was wrong. I went back to the Morgan and started the engine, ready to go in pursuit of whoever came out of the office door. When someone did emerge you could have knocked me down with a feather. That person was Janet. She was still adjusting her skirt as she came out of the door. Her face was flushed and she had several buttons undone on her blouse. Eric came out to wave her off and saw me in the Morgan with the engine running. I saw him bring his hands up to cover his face. What Eric couldn't see was that I was killing myself laughing. I got out of the car and walked over to him.

"Just managed a grub screw then, Eric?" A grub screw is a screw without a head and is engineering parlance for sexual intercourse in the lunch hour.

Eric's face was bright red. "I should have known I would get caught. What happens now?"

I struggled to keep a straight face as I replied. "Well, Eric, I'm sure an industrial tribunal would agree this constitutes serious misconduct and warrants instant dismissal."

Eric's face went from red to white. "Oh, shit. Well, I won't take you to a tribunal. I'll go and pack my things up."

He turned to go back into his office and I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him. He turned back to see me in fits of laughter.

"So what's so bloody funny?"

"I was calling the police. I thought we were being robbed and all the time it was you and Janet having a bit of hanky panky on your desk. It's a good job I hesitated--you could have had half of Braunceston's finest as an audience. I know Janet's got a little kink, but I didn't think exhibitionism was one of them."

"It's alright for you to laugh. You don't have to keep up with her. Now am I sacked or not?"

"Of course not, Eric. Just keep it out of business hours in future."

Eric started laughing. "Were you really calling the police?"

I nodded. "I only dropped by to ask how things were going. Looks like I got my answer." I turned and left him, still laughing.

It was two months later that Eric and Janet celebrated their silver wedding anniversary. Their kids, with the assistance of Nicola, threw a big party with all their friends and relations. Rather than any of the usual silver cutlery or silver photo frames, I bought them a Caribbean cruise as a present. Like I said, you look after your mates. As the evening went by, Janet came over to us.

"Nicola, do you think I could have a dance with this lovely man of yours?"

As we danced Janet whispered her thanks in my ear. 

"Are you and Eric alright, Janet?" I asked.

"Oh, Greg, you know we are. What makes you ask?"

"I saw a recording from a police car. They were tailing a car and it looked like the driver was getting a blowjob as he drove."

Janet's body suddenly went stiff. 

"What worries me, Janet, is that the woman in that recording looked an awful lot like you."

"I think we need to take this outside." She took me by the hand and led me to the exit. 

"How much do you know, Greg? And have you told Eric?"




What Are Friends For?



"Just about everything and, no, I haven't. Do you really think we would be having all this if I had?"

"Are you going to tell him? Please don't, Greg. Please--it would break his heart."

"Why do you think I didn't tell him. You're my friends, Janet. I don't want anything to hurt either of you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand by while you run around screwing who you like."

"For what it's worth, I never screwed him, as you put it. He got a blowjob, that's all."

"But you were going to, weren't you?"

She started to cry "Yes. Yes, I was. I'm so ashamed, Greg. I nearly lost everything because of that bastard."

"Then why start, Jan? Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. My hormones are all over the place--Eric must have told you. I can't get enough. Eric, bless him, has tried, and he's really doing well now, but for a while I was really desperate. I would have done anything to satisfy my lust. Gerry convinced me that Eric didn't appreciate my problems and that experimenting with him wasn't really cheating. It would just be me satisfying a need that Eric couldn't meet. In fact it was me that wasn't appreciating my Eric. I was so caught up with my needs and the excitement of it all, I never stopped to think about him."

"So it's never going to happen again?"

"Are you kidding? Where am I going to find a better man than Eric?" she grinned. "Besides, he's become quite the sexual athlete these days."

"That's what I wanted to hear. Now, shall we finish our dance?" 

As we reached the door she squeezed my arm. "Greg--thank you."

"What have you two been up to out there?" asked Nicola.

"I was just thanking Greg for his wonderful anniversary present."

Nicola stared into my eyes. "You've been up to something, haven't you?"

"Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Now, don't tell me you dragged little bump across the busy dance floor just to ask me that."

"No, I came to tell you we need to go."

"Don't worry, my love, I'll have you home in no time."

"No, Greg, I said we have to go, but I don't need to go home. I think Greg junior is more fed up with waiting than I am."



A Friend For Life



A giant thanks to my second pair of eyes from Across the Pond, Irfon. 

*** All characters are portrayed over the age of eighteen. *** 

"Man, Kristen has got an ass on her. You can't believe what we did last night. I've got that bitch sucking my dick like a pro." Jason smiled and nudged his best friend Ryan as they sat in the balcony of the school pool watching swim practice. 

"How are you making time for Kristen when you're dating Miranda?"

"Her mom hates me with a passion. The bitch makes me have Miranda home by seven. I got my cock sunk in Kristen's throat by seven thirty. She's the biggest whore in school."

Ryan shook his head and eyed his friend. "I thought that was you."

"Okay, yea. I'm a whore, but you know what I mean. The bitch will go down on a fucking mule if it says she's pretty. I can't stand to look at her face, but I swear, I'm gonna be balls deep in that ass right after The Valentines Day Dance. She just doesn't know about it yet."

"How are you going to pull that one off?"

"It's call the afterparty. Miranda has to be home right after the dance. I'm gonna be working Kristen over something fierce. I'm planning to get her so blitz she can't even see straight. By the time she knows what I'm doing, my little swimmers will be doing laps in her ass. I'm gonna video the whole thing."

"Not bad. You're gonna videotape date raping a girl in the ass. Can't say it's the smartest plan in the world, but it's all you."

"Damn straight. If Miranda won't put out, I have to get it anywhere I can. Law of the jungle, man." Jason slapped Ryan on his back as he stood up. "I gotta go. Kristen wants to go pick out a dress for the dance. If I'm really really good, maybe I'll get to squeeze her tit for a solid two seconds before she chickens out."

"Why are you even dating her?" Ryan stood with him, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Untapped pussy, man. I just have to pop that sexy little brain's cherry. I'm gonna video that event too. Maybe even post it for making me wait so fucking long. Cock teasers need to be punished."

"Good luck with that." Ryan said as his friend walked away. 

Ryan sat back down and rested his feet on the railing in front of him. With a heavy sigh, he pulled the digital recorder out of his pocket and listened to the conversation again. Satisfied it would be enough. Ryan stood and walked from the pool facility. He was home and finished with his homework by six. At seven ten, he watched Jason's car disappear down the street as he looked out his bedroom window at Miranda's house. 

He waited until Saturday morning to walk down the street and knock on Miranda's front door. Mrs. Emily Tan answered the door and smiled as soon as she saw Ryan. Her dark hair with hints of red highlights in her bob shaped her face perfectly as usual. He was drawn to her dark almond shaped eyes and rounded cheeks. She seemed like a tiny jewel imported from a far off land. He really didn't know if Singapore was so far away these days, but it always seemed to be when she spoke about her earliest memories there before her parents had immigrated to America. 

"Ryan. How are you?"

"Good, Mrs. Tan. How are you?"

"Fine. I was just getting ready to go out shopping. What do you need?"

"Miranda. I need to talk to her about something."

Her eyes narrowed at his scowl and odd sound to his voice. "What's wrong?"

Ryan shrugged. His eyes found hers and dropped. "I'm betraying a friend Mrs. Tan. I don't really know what to do. I don't really know which loyalty is more important."

She motioned him in and shut the door. "Explain it to me." Emily said as she guided him to a sofa and sat down next to him.

Seated, Ryan pulled the recorder out of his pocket and looked at it. "I've never known a world without Miranda in it. All the birthday parties, street parties, and Fourth of Julys. Even though we don't really talk much anymore, I still consider her a friend. I don't want her hurt."

"Who's hurting her?" Her voice was sharp and demanding. The brown eyes locked on the recorder in his hands. 

"I'm not sure you want to hear this, Mrs. Tan."

"If it concerns Miranda, I do." 

Ryan looked up to see her breathing had increased. Her lips were pursed together in a combination of worry and determination. It was the expression she had when she was really concentrating on something. He held the recorder up and hit play. His eyes were closed as his friend's voice filled the silence. He heard Mrs. Tan's sharp intake of breath and then a heavy exhale. Ryan's eyes flew open when he felt her hand latch onto his wrist. It gripped tighter as the tape went on.

When the tape was finished, he stopped it and placed the recorder on the sofa next to him. His hand dropped to hers. "That kind of hurts, Mrs. Tan."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Ryan." Her head came up as her fingers uncurled from around his wrist. Her voice grew in anger with each word. "I didn't mean...that little prick. I'm gonna cut his balls off." 

She slipped her hand away as he turned it over. Pulling up his sleeve to get a better look, he revealed four perfect indents in his skin. The blood was already pooling around the wounds. 

"Oh, Ryan." She gasped. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was doing that." 

Emily took his hand and nearly dragged him upstairs to the master bathroom. He watched as she rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a well-stocked first-aid kit. She worked with practiced ease as she cleaned the wounds. Her bottom lip between her teeth. Ryan's eyes looked down at her and found her cleavage staring up at him. After a full minute, he realized what he was doing and turned his head. He was now staring at a pair discarded red lace panties. They'd been tossed on a bench seat in front of her makeup mirror.

"They're panties, Ryan." 

Ryan blinked. His head slowly turned towards the voice to find Mrs. Tan smiling up at him. He felt his cheeks growing warm and knew he was blushing. Dropping his eyes from hers, he locked on her cleavage again. He let out a startled gasp when her hand came up and lifted his chin.

"Those are breasts." She was trying not to laugh at his obvious discomfort. Dropping her eyes she looked down his body. "And that appears to be an erection. I guess everything works the proper way, Mr. Walker. That's always nice."

"Sorry." Ryan mumbled with his eyes shut tight.

"Have a seat, Ryan." 

She motioned for him to sit after she picked up her panties and tossed them in the hamper. Ryan's eyes had followed them as they drifted in an arc through the air and disappeared. His hand came up to wipe imagined sweat from his brow. He scooted over quickly when she sat down next to him. 

"Look at me, Ryan." His head came up. She was staring at him intensely. "Do you treat girls the way Jason does?"

"No, ma'am. I don't treat girls at all."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm...I'm not aggressive. I'm not like that at all. I just don't..."

"You're a virgin." Her lip curled up in a soft smile. The way she said it was more of a statement of fact than a question. 

Ryan nodded. "I've had chances. I think. I'm just not the aggressor. The initiator. I want to, but I don't want to make a fool out of myself being horrible."

"Very few boys are good the first few times. A girl's first time is usually extremely disappointing. It's just the way it is. You've always seemed like a good boy. Do you talk and think about girls the way Jason does?"

"No. He's a friend. Always has been. I just follow along the way I always have. Kind of a habit, I guess."

"Have you ever heard the phrase, guilt by association? That's where you are at the moment. Jason is a despicable human being. If you call him a friend, so are you. It was brave and honorable what you did. You can't make excuses for what he is and you can't be friends with someone like that. He'll only lead you into trouble."

"What am I supposed to do. He's one of my only friends."

"You're graduating in a few months. Go off to college and become something. Make new friends when you get there. Decent friends. It's natural to drift apart from the people you grew up with. Don't worry too much about Jason. He'll probably end up in prison while you're away. You don't want to be in the cell next to him. Do you?"

"No."

Mrs. Tan wrapped her arms around him as far as she could and gave him a gentle squeeze. Ryan felt the swell of her breast pressed against his arm and then her warm lips on his cheek. His eyes were once again focused on the gap between her breasts. Her golden brown skin looked so soft. There was a gentle sheen to it like she'd used a lotion on her skin. Her hand once again reached up to focus his eyes on hers.

"You like them?"

Ryan nodded while scrunching up his face as if in pain. He was making a fool out of himself. The only reason he was already out the front door was the arm she had wrapped around him. "I'm sorry. They're right there. I can't help but look at them."

"It's okay. They haven't got this much attention in years. If they could blush, they would." 

Before he could react, Mrs. Tan leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. It was just a soft press of skin. Ryan's eyes opened wide. He saw her eyes curl with her smile as her kiss went from his lips to the corner of his mouth and then his cheek. He could feel his heart rate increasing exponentially each time her silky warm lips touch his skin. He felt her hand run along the other side of his face and then her thumb ran across his lips. She wiped dark smudges of lipstick from his cheek then ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair.

"That was a thank you for caring for my daughter."

"Mom?" Miranda's voice carried into the bathroom causing them both to move away from each other. Mrs. Tan was rearranging the first-aid kit when Miranda appeared in the doorway. Her face turned to surprise when she saw Ryan sitting on the bench seat. "Ryan? What are you doing here?"

"He got scratched up and I was putting him back together." She said offhandedly. "I need to talk to you about something." She turned to look at Ryan. "Where's the recorder?"

"On the couch." 

"All right. Come on downstairs." She motioned for Ryan to follow her out of the bathroom. Miranda had turned and disappeared. Emily stopped in the doorway and spoke in a low voice when Ryan got close. "You should adjust so it's not so obvious."

Ryan groaned as he tried to hide his erection. He leveled a tiny exasperated glare at the soft laughter coming from Mrs. Tan. Adjusting as best he could, he followed her downstairs. Her head turned a few times to catch him watching her ass as she walked. He was surprised to see a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. When they got to the front sitting room, Miranda was staring at them both with her arms folded around her thin body.

"I should leave." Ryan blurted out as Mrs. Tan reached for the recorder.

"No. You should be here."

Ryan shook his head. "She'll hate me. I don't...I can't see her like this." He spun on his heals and disappeared before anyone could react. 

Three hours later, Ryan was absentmindedly playing video games between cleaning an already clean room when his cell phone chimed. Looking at it, he read the words, "Please come over." 

Five minutes later he was raising his hand to knock when the door opened. Mrs. Tan smiled at him and waved him in. "I have to go shopping and run some errands. I don't want her to be alone. She's upstairs in her room."

"She okay?"

She nodded. "She will be. Go on up, she's expecting you."

"To her room?"

"Yes, Mr. Walker. Talk to her and listen to her. I'll bring home pizza. You can stay for dinner. Just make sure you're both virgins when I get back."

Her lips curled as she poked fun at him. With that, she turned and left him at the front door slipping out of his coat and shoes. His feet seemed to get heavier with each step up the stairs. The image of the little neighbor girl, who cried on the bus the first day of kindergarten until he'd sat next to her and held her hand, flashed in his mind. The very next day, he was waiting on her doorstep and they walked hand in hand to the bus. Her eyes had filled with tears, but had remained silent. She'd simply rested her head on his shoulder and clung to his hand. He'd always hated to see her cry. Almost as much as he'd hated to see her kissing Jason. 

She was sitting on her bed with her back against the wall and her knees tucked under her chin when he stopped in her doorway. They looked at each other for a moment. Her eyes were puffy and red. Her normally perfect skin was mottled with streaks of redness. She smiled a sad smile up at him.

"You okay?"

She shook her head slowly at first but it became frantic as the tears started again. He watched as she curled in a ball on the bed facing away from him. Ryan didn't know what to do. Hesitantly, he stepped into the room. With each step he gained momentum and was soon climbing onto the bed and tucking himself in behind her. His arm went around and found her hands clutched under her chin. He froze when she spun around and clung to him with her head pressed to his chest and her arms trying to pull him tighter. 

"Shh." Ryan whispered into her hair as his arms encircled her. She rose up to let him slide his arm under her body so she could rest her head on his upper arm. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I didn't mean to hurt you. Shh. Just stop crying."

It took what seemed an eternity for her tiny hiccup-like sobs to quiet. His hand was running up and down her back as he tried to ignore the growing pain of her head on his arm. When she finally pulled her head up to look at him, he grabbed a pillow and tucked it under them both. After pushing some hair from her face, his thumb began to brush the skin at her temple. She blinked long slow blinks as the tears dried up. Her voice was low and raw when she spoke.

"He never liked me, did he?"

"No."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did. I told you when you two first started hanging out that he wasn't your type. You didn't listen. I told you all about him. You didn't care. You started dating him, anyway. You wouldn't have believed me."

"But he's your friend."

"Not anymore. He was planning on hurting you. I'm done with him. So are you."

"Is that why you stopped talking to me? Because of him."

"No. It was because of you. You liked that asshole. There are a ton of guys, but you picked him. I had to watch you make out with him. Had to hear the things he said about you behind your back. It was killing me." 

Miranda's head came off the pillow to stare at him. It was a searching look trying to find an answer to a question she didn't ask. Her brown eyes danced back and forth as he stared back at her. Unnerved, Ryan rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling. 

After another minute, Miranda snuggled closer and rested her head on his chest. Her hand lay over his heart, feeling the heavy beat of it. "He was your friend. I thought if he was good enough for you, he was good enough for me."

"He's not. He's just always been my friend. I don't have many. I don't have any, now."

She mumbled something Ryan couldn't decipher. Raising his head to look at her, he saw her eyes were shut. Her body seemed to relax into him. She was asleep. Resigned to be a pillow, Ryan laid his head back down and closed his eyes. His hand came up and rested on hers as he listened to her breathing regulate. He could hear the tick tock of a clock on the wall and the whoosh of the heat flowing through the vents. 

Sometime later he felt fingers running through his hair. His eyes struggled to open. He'd fallen asleep as well. Looking up, he saw Mrs. Tan's smiling face staring down at him. 

"Dinner's ready." She patted Miranda's back and then shook her gently when that didn't work. 

The two of them stumbled down to the kitchen to find the pizza waiting for them. They ate in relative silence. Emily watched them both from across the kitchen counter with a curious smile on her face. 

"Why haven't you two ever dated?" She asked.

Ryan looked up with surprise written all over his face. He looked from one to the other and then lowered his head. "I don't know. I never thought it was an option."

Miranda stared at him for a moment without saying a word. 

"You're handsome and she's beautiful. Both of you looked so sweet sleeping together. It seemed natural somehow. You're telling me you two don't have any romantic feeling towards each other?"

"Mom." Miranda exclaimed in a loud desperate voice. 

"What? You think he's cute, don't you?"

Miranda eyes bulged as she tried to silently shut her mother up with a look. Ryan was staring at her out of the corner of his eye. He was still looking at her when Mrs. Tan spoke again.

"She's beautiful. Isn't she, Ryan?"

Miranda's head turned to see his answer. The two of them stared at each other. Neither one of them sure what to do or say. Ryan lowered his head and almost imperceptibly nodded. 

"Have you two ever kissed?"

"Mom!" Miranda stood up so quickly the stool tipped over and crashed to the ground. She was out of the kitchen and her feet stomping up the stairs in an instant. They both heard her bedroom door slam shut.

"Have you?" Mrs. Tan was staring at Ryan.

"No. Not really. A few pecks when we were really little. Nothing that really meant anything."

She came around the counter and sat down on the stool Ryan picked back up from the floor. Patting the stool next to her, Ryan sat back down and took a drink of soda. Her fingers ran through his hair again as she stared at him with a curious little smile on her face. 

"I made a decision today. You're an actual good boy. A good man." She corrected. "You're both technically adults and both virgins. I want you to be her first."

"What?" Ryan choked on a bit of pizza. Spitting it onto the counter. It brought a giggle out of her. 

"You are skittish, aren't you. I don't know many mothers who would actually give a boy permission to have sex with their daughter. I figured you'd already be slamming her bedroom door by now."

"You want me to just go up there and crawl into bed with her?"

"No." She was still giggling as she shook her head. "Not like that. I want you to treat her right. Respect her. She was planning to lose her virginity to that monster on Valentines Day. Thank God that didn't happen. I want you to date her. When it's right and you both want it, it'll happen."

Ryan exhaled a long heavy breath. His eyes looked up to the ceiling as if he was trying to see into her room. He'd never thought of her like that. She'd always just been the girl next door. "I don't know how to be someone's first. I'd be horrible. She deserves someone better than me."

"Wow. Are you really passing up sex with my daughter?" Her smile grew until she was laughing loudly. "How do you know if you don't try? You can't be that bad. I didn't really give you a chance to kiss me back, but I assume you've at least kissed a girl before."

"I have." Ryan said defensively. "I've made out at parties with a few girls who attacked me."

"Never you? You've never initiated at all? You're that shy?"

Ryan shrugged. "I don't know if it's shyness. I just don't know how to start things. Girls are a bit tough to read sometimes. The idea of having my balls crushed is a pretty good deterrent. I have no idea what Miranda thinks of me."

"She likes you. I know she trusts you. If you two would just talk honestly about things, you might figure it out all by yourselves. Are you at least a good kisser?"

"How should I know? I don't kiss myself."

Mrs. Tan buried her face in her hands and snickered. "Good point." When her head came back up, she saw him with his arms folded and glaring at her. "Sorry. I just forget how teenagers are so clueless when they aren't trying to pretend they're experts at everything. Miranda's the same way. I think maybe everyone is. I certainly was at your age."




A Friend For Life



"Can I go now?" 

"No." She turned towards him and pulled her stool closer. "Kiss me."

"What?" Ryan's eyes shot open. He hadn't heard her right. 

"I said kiss me. Lean over and kiss me." 

Her hands found his thighs when he just stared at her dumbstruck. They moved up and down his legs for a moment. Each pass went higher up his leg. Her smile went from humored to curious when the bulge in his pants began to grow. 

"Is that big, little, average?" 

Ryan followed her eyes down to his crotch. He'd hoped she wouldn't notice it growing. "I don't know. At least average to the guys in the locker room."

"That's good. So, that's not why you're shy. Or is it?"

"No. It's more of a..." Ryan lowered his head but her hand lifted his chin again. 

"Don't be embarrassed. I can't help you if you aren't honest with me." 

"I don't know how long I'd last. I really don't want to be the guy that goes off when a girl sneezes on me."

"Oh." Emily nodded and ran a thumb over his lips. "That's a rational concern. Guys have been known to do that. Has that happened to you before?"

"No." At her doubtful look, he narrowed his eyes. "No. I swear. But that sort of thing gets around quick. I don't need that piling up on me."

Emily slid off her stool so she was standing between his legs. Her hands resting on his thighs with her thumbs brushing gently against his inner thigh. She froze when she felt his cock reach down his leg and run into her thumb. 

"You like me touching you. Is it just my touch or is it me?"

"Both."

"If you need to adjust it, go ahead."

As quickly as he could, he reached into his jeans and pulled at his cock so it was pointing up. He let out an audible sigh at the relief. Ryan watched her reach out and take his glass and take a sip before offering it to him. 

"In case you're a little dry." She offered. Her eyes glinted when she said it.

Ryan took a sip and then a larger sip to quench his Sahara-like mouth. Placing the glass back down, he looked back at Mrs. Tan. She was dangerously close. Her perfume invaded his senses and her thumbs were barely in inch from his balls. 

"Mrs. Tan? Why are you doing this?"

"I think you can call me Emily." Her hands came up to rest her palms on his cheeks as she toyed with his lips with her thumbs. "You obviously need practice and confidence. And I've been a little out of action since my husband ran out on us. The guys I've dated over the years were a bit too sketchy to bring home to Miranda. I'm not sure how she'd take to a man in my bed. But this morning was nice. I liked you noticing me. Can I ask what you were thinking about when you were staring at my panties?"

"I was trying to avoid staring at your breasts. Then I was staring at the panties and wondering about how you looked in them and how you looked taking them off."

"And you liked the imagery." She leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth before letting her hand return to his thighs. Her thumb traced up the shaft of his cock, causing his entire body to jerk. "Did you cum?"

"No. You surprised me."

"Are you close to cumming?" Her thumb continued to run up and down the shaft in a lazy manner. 

"No. I'm okay." Ryan gave her a nervous smile as he tried to control his breathing. This couldn't be happening to him. Wow, her thumb was amazing.

"Good. Now, kiss me. Just lick your lips to get them moist and kiss me as gently as you can."

He kept his eyes open as he aimed for her lips. She had a soft smile on her lips when his brushed against hers. They were soft and warm and perfect. Her free hand came up and curled around his neck to hold him close. Ryan took the hint that she wanted to continue kissing. With just the tip of his tongue, he lightly grazed the crease her lips made as she puckered. It brought out a moan of approval. 

Ryan deepened the kiss as he slowly got used to the idea of kissing his older neighbor. He slid his palms down his legs to wipe the layer of sweat he'd acquired. Imitating what she'd done, his hand moved up and down her legs with his fingers curling around to graze the back of her legs. Her grunt caused him to try to pull back from her.

"You don't have to stop. I liked that." She spread her feet a little. "Slide your hands up until you can't go any further. Then curl your fingers and gently scratch my inner thighs."

Ryan was staring into her eyes as he did it. He watched, as her pupils seemed to grow larger. She let out a shuddering breath when his hands couldn't go any further and began to tease her. Emily let out a tiny gasp and then pulled his face closer as her lips crashed against him. Her tongue was hot and demanding as she explored his mouth. It took her several minutes before her tongue lost its ferocity and gentled. 

Little by little she coaxed Ryan's tongue into her mouth. Ryan was warm all over. She was by far the best kisser he'd ever experienced. Her tongue twisted and curled around his and then was held still. It took a few more minutes to figure out she wanted him to imitate her actions. Slowly but surely, he grew in confidence until they were simply making out without any effort. Breathless, she pulled back and wiped her lips.

"Okay. You kiss just fine. And your fingers are driving me crazy." 

She pushed back and looked around to see if Miranda was around. Taking his hand, she led him through the house and into a study she used as an office. Closing the door, she turned the lock and headed for a small loveseat. Grabbing a pillow she tossed it on the floor and looked up at him. She was at least a full head shorter than his six feet two inches. 

"Have you ever had a blowjob?"

"No." Ryan's head went back and forth slowly and then his eyes dropped to look at the pillow on the floor near his feet. The light bulb went off. Mrs. Tan was going to blow him. 

"I can't let you go up to talk to Miranda with that thing." She ran a hand across his bulge again. "She might not be safe."

"I would never hurt her, Mrs. Tan."

"I know. It was a bit of a joke, honey. Would you like me to give you head?"

"You don't have to. I..."

"Ryan. Just say yes." She rolled her eyes at him. "You and I are going to make a deal. I'm going to help relieve the pressure so you can go upstairs and talk to Miranda. The deal is you don't come back down unless you kiss her. Understand?"

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Not really."

"I'm going to have to teach you everything, aren't' I?" She said as if she was talking to herself. She let out a sigh and then reached out and undid his jeans. 

Ryan's pants and boxer briefs were around his ankles in an instant. She pushed him back until he slumped onto the sofa. Reaching down, she pulled his pants off. With the pillow positioned between his legs, she knelt and pushed up his shirt. He shivered when her nails traced delicate lines up his legs and grazed his balls. 

"Do you want me to suck your dick, Ryan?" 

Her eyes were large and as dark as he'd ever seen them. All he could do was nod. 

"Say the words. I want you to tell me what you want me to do. Today's lesson is to be more assertive with women." 

Ryan closed his eyes. "Would you please suck my dick."

"Is that a question?" Her voice was teasing.

"Please suck it, Mrs. Tan."

"Emily. I appreciate the manners. Your Mom certainly taught you those, but my name is Emily."

"Yes, Ma'am." Ryan let out a tiny growl. "I'd love it if you'd suck my dick, Emily."

"Wonderful, Ryan." 

Her head lowered and began to kiss and lick his inner thighs. He sucked in his already flat stomach when her fingernails slid under his shirt to be dragged down to his body. When her tongue licked up the underside of his cock, his hips twitched. 

"Take off your shirt, Honey. I want to see your body."

As quick as he could, he pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the cushion next to him. He was surprised when he wasn't embarrassed. Her nails were sending tiny spasms through him. 

"I see all your running as kept you thin. You're starting track soon, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm already in the weight room. We start up in a few weeks." 

"You have a nice cock, Ryan." Her slim delicate hand wrapped around it and stroked up its entire length. "There's no reason to ever worry about it. It's plenty big."

"Thanks. I guess you can do anything you want with it." He let a timid half smile appear on his face.

"Can I?" Emily chuckled and then turned serious. She was quiet for a moment as if deep in thought. Her hands were still moving. Toying with him. "All right, Ryan. We're making a new deal. You're going to lose your virginity to me, if you take Miranda's from her."

"What?" 

"It's simple. I'll teach you what to do with a woman. How to be gentle and patient and caring. In turn, you'll be Miranda's first."

"Do I get to vote on this?" 

"You like her. You think she's beautiful. You're a guy." She waggled his cock back and forth. "Obviously, you're heterosexual. I can't think of a guy who would care about her more and not push her faster than she is willing to go. As long as you're honest with her, she'll be fine and everything will work out. I shouldn't have to say this, but our little agreement is between you and I. First rule is to never kiss and tell. It's disrespectful. Not even Miranda can know about this."

"Okay."

"Is that an okay to the deal?"

"Yes. I swear I'll treat her right. I won't ever hurt her."

"Good. Next lesson is that women like to be complimented. If you like what I'm doing say so. Groans and sighs are nice to hear. Vulgarities aren't. Treat us like we're ladies unless we tell you not to. And always warn us when you're about to cum during a blowjob. I swallow because I don't want the mess, but I need some warning."

Ryan nodded and then stared as her head lowered and her mouth surrounded his cock. His ass cheeks clenched as the silky wet and warm pressure slid down his shaft. He groaned loudly and smiled up at the ceiling. Lowering his head, he found Mrs. Tan watching him as she bobbed up and down slowly. He gave her a small appreciative smile as he bit his lower lip and nodded.

"That's amazing." He breathed and then closed his eyes tight when her cheeks sucked in to add more pressure. "Ahh. Wow, Mrs. Tan, I love that."

He felt her soft feminine chuckle reverberate through him. It sent sparks up his spine. She kept with a slow methodical rhythm. Her tongue slid up the under side and curled around the tip. Ryan couldn't concentrate. The velvet warmth of her lips and the tiny sucking motions were driving him crazy. He didn't really know what to do with his hands. At first they were gripping the sofa, but eventually he was brave enough to reach down and run his hand through her silky black hair. Letting it slide under his touch as his thumb brushed against her forehead. 

Emily lifted her head to look up at him. Looking at the door, she bit her lip and shook her head.

"What?" Ryan leaned forward. His hand moved down to the back of her neck. 

"It's nothing. It's been awhile. I'm..." She smiled, but a slight blush appeared. "You've turned me on. I thought I was doing you the favor. All I can think about is how you'd feel inside me."

"Really?"

"Yes. Girls like sex to. You've ruined my panties."

"I'll buy you new ones if you'd like." 

She had to cover her mouth to stop her laughter from being too loud. "You're gonna have to shut up, Ryan. Your sweetness is killing me."

"I thought women liked jerks."

"The dumb ones do. It takes years before they realized guys like you are the prize." 

She rose up and kissed him. Her hands gripped his hair as his hand found her waist and pulled her closer. She had to straddle him as the kiss deepened. Between kisses, she whispered into his mouth. "Keep your hands moving. Just gentle caresses with your fingertips and nails. Squeezing my ass works too."

Ryan let his fingers wander up and down her back for awhile. She sighed when they tickled along her side. He pulled a groan out of her when he flexed his fingers and gentle massaged her ass. Her fingers yanked at his hair when he reached between her legs from behind and rubbed. His eyes shot open to see hers wide and hungry. She nodded and then began flexing her hips into his hand.

Pushing away from him, she rose up on her knees and tore at the buttons of her jeans. Ryan was frozen and wide-eyed. He watched as she frantically pulled at her blouse until it was off and drifting down to earth. Her bra fell next. Standing, she pushed down her pants and wiggled out of them. Before him, he saw the curved body of a mature woman. Her breasts hung nicely, with dark, almost black areolas and nipples the size of his pinky finger. 

When she straddled him again, he couldn't help himself from reaching out and taking them both in his hands. They fit perfectly when he curled his fingers slightly. He'd felt up two girls when they pressed his hand to them. Both times the girls were fully clothed. The heat and smoothness was mesmerizing. His tongue came out to wet his lips as Emily leaned in until his nose was between her breasts. 

"Just be slow and gentle, Honey. You can kiss and suck and massage them. I know it looks like a bullseye, but take your time getting to the nipple." 

His tongue came out and licked the inside curve of each breast while his hands started to squeeze and relax. It brought a long drawn out moan from her. He could feel her body pressing tightly to him. Almost smothering him. He was running his cheek across her nipple when he finally realized she was gyrating to the rhythm he'd set with his hands. 

Looking up at her, he saw her head was down and her eyes closed. One of her hands was still gripping his hair, but the other had disappeared. Curious, he traced down her arm to find it behind her back with her hand between her legs. When his fingers got to her wrist, she opened her eyes and saw him staring up at her.

"Why'd you stop?" 

"I was curious what you were doing." 

"Fingering myself. Would you like to feel how wet you've made me?"

"Yes."

Emily pushed back and sat down beside him with her legs spread wide. She took his hand and guided it between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating off of her before his hand even came in contact with her pussy. The dark V above the start of her labia was all the hair she had. The lips were spread and the wetness was obvious. With just a fingertip, he traced around her labia.

"I assume you've seen one of these on the internet. You know what the clitoris is, right?"

"Yea."

"It's not a bullseye either. Take your time down here too. Start with feathery touches at first. The outer lips are less sensitive than the inner. But you can kiss and lick and nibble with your lips all you want. Teeth aren't allowed. Not with me, at least."

"You want me to go down on you?"

"Would you like to?"

Ryan swallowed hard. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or do. With a quick shrug, he stood and pulled the pillow between her legs and knelt. He was between a woman's legs. A beautiful exotic woman who seemed to be enjoying the things he was doing to her. The way she was sitting caused a slight roll to appear around her waist. It was non existent when she stood. Ryan realized how truly beautiful she was. 

His fingers ran up her legs and back down. He could smell her. It was a rich pungent scent. Jason had talked about it a lot. He liked it for some reason. Lowering his head, he kissed her inner thigh about three inches from the union of her legs. His lips found a bit of dampness. Licking his lips, he tasted what he'd smelled. It had a slight bite to it, but still tasted good to him. Ryan dropped his head and licked up her thigh and right up between her lips in one slow deliberate motion. It brought Emily's ass off the couch as she moaned.

"Oh, Ryan. Just like that. Lick me clean. Please, Honey. Lick me nice and slow."

Ryan's head rolled as he licked up one thigh and then the other. He had to move with Mrs. Tan's hips as she rocked. Her hand would occasionally run through his hair and then move to play with her breasts. Tentatively, he probed with his tongue between the soft folds of her pussy. The scent of her was everywhere. When he cleared his throat, he hips flexed and her hand clamped down on the back of his head and pressed him tightly to her. Her legs came up and locked behind his back.

"Growl really low and use your tongue like you're fucking me, baby." 

Letting out a deep-throated growl, he felt her legs tighten around him and her hand press down harder. His tongue darted out. A few sharp probes and Emily pushed him further down until his tongue disappeared inside of her. He could help but chuckle at his own stupidity. Soon, his tongue was darting in and out with the occasional circle around the entrance to her vagina. 

Emily's legs tightened and then Ryan noticed the back of her hand was brushing back and forth right above his nose. She was whimpering softly. As close as he was to her hand, all he saw was a blur as she rubbed faster and faster until her entire body straightened. He had to grip her ass in his hands to stop from toppling over. 

She let out a shuddering long ended, "Shit." And then collapsed back to the sofa. 

Her feet slowly slid to the floor with his help until she was lying stretched out and smiling up at him with a dazed expression. His eyes went from her smile to her heaving breasts. Reaching out, he let his fingers work through the wet patch of pure black hair between her legs. 

"This really isn't the way you should lose your virginity, but you can if you want. Just slide it in nice and slow." 

Emily spread her legs a bit further and pushed her lips apart with her fingers. Ryan saw a bit of semi-clear liquid sliding down. Inching forward on his knees, he pushed down his cock and caught what he guessed was her cum on the tip of his dick. He groaned from the heat his dick found. Pushing down, he aimed the tip at her entrance and leaned forward. 

He groaned even louder when he was greeted by what he felt. It felt like hot silk and velvet mixed with liquid. Her pussy gripped him tightly as he forced it further in. He watched as more and more of his cock disappeared into his neighbor. When he was fully impaled inside her, he looked up and saw Mrs. Tan's strained face. Her teeth were clenched.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, baby. You have a lovely cock. It's just a really nice fit." She nodded and smiled at him. Emily lifted her legs off the ground. "Grip my legs under the knees and start moving in and out. Nice and slow until you work up to a nice smooth rhythm. No need to warn me when you cum. Just keep pumping into me until you're done."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

With his hands holding under her knees, he began sliding in and out with long slow strokes. His cock glistened each time it appeared. He noticed Mrs. Tan's knuckles were white as she gripped the cushion. She let out tiny almost inaudible grunts each time he pushed into as far as he could. His orgasm was already building. Ryan slowed down to try and prolong the experience. With his eyes closed, he tried to forget the beautiful woman under him. The sensations churning in his belly caused him to thrust faster. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mrs. Tan's fingers rubbing once more across her clit. The other hand was pinching and pulling at her nipples. 

His hips faulted at the sight of her face filled with pleasure. She actually loved it. Emily broke into a smile when she saw him looking at her. Scooting down a bit further, she lifted her legs until they were resting on his chest with her feet on either side of his head.

"You close?" She asked through heavy breaths.

"I'm trying not to be, but yea. Really close."

"It's okay. Go a little harder and faster. If you can, just keep going until you're too soft or I cum. I'm getting close too."




A Friend For Life



Ryan increased his tempo until he could feel his balls slapping against her ass. Her grunts got louder with each thrust. He could feel the taunt muscles of her legs as his hand slid down to grip her better. Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back the surge already beginning. It rocketed down the shaft of his cock and began shooting deep into her. He lost control of his hips as his entire body tightened up. As the last jet of semen filled her, he got control of his body again. He picked up the where he left off, his cock forcefully slamming into her. 

A minute after he'd cum, she did. Letting out and deep and loud guttural moan while pulling at her nipple. He watched her breast stretch upwards. Her hips seem to rise with them and then she began to shake. He felt his cock being gripped tightly and then a new level of wet heat wrapped around it. When the undulating twitches subsided, he pulled back and slid out of her. A bit of his semen followed his cock out. 

Reaching over, he grabbed his underwear and caught it before it dropped on the sofa. He was patting gently at her pussy when her hand tussled his hear. Looking up, she was smiling at him. Her face was flush. In fact, her entire body seemed to be. His smile back at her was a bit shy. 

Leaning closer, she kissed him. Her tongue was slow and lazy as it toyed with his. "You were absolutely wonderful, Ryan."

"I think it was all you. I should have told you earlier how beautiful you are. It was kind of hard to concentrate. You were amazing."

Emily tugged at her lower lip as she smiled at his compliment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him tight. Her hand was petting the back of his head and her lips were kissing his ear. 

"Thank you, Ryan. I didn't realize how much I need that. I'm sorry we didn't do this the right way. You're first time shouldn't have been like this. We'll do better tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh. Miranda has to leave at ten. She won't be back until eight o'clock. You're going to spend the day in my bed unless you have other plans."

"No plans." Ryan said quickly. 

Her body shook with quiet laugher. She stilled and gripped him tighter for a moment with her head resting on his shoulder. 

"We need to get dressed, honey." 

Ryan slid his jeans and shirt on while never letting his eyes leave Mrs. Tan. She noticed and made sure to move slowly, a smile permanently fixed to her face. When she was dressed, she dabbed at the cushion with his underwear and shook her head. 

"Hopefully it won't stain." She turned and gave him a playful look. "Do we have a deal? You and Miranda?"

"Yes, of course. Was I good enough for her?"

"I think you'd figure it out on your own, but luckily for both of us, you don't have to. Tomorrow we'll work through how to let a girl enjoy her first time. A woman has to be either really turned on or really comfortable with the man to have an orgasm. Our brains get in the way sometimes. She might not cum as easily as I did. I don't know why this was so exciting for me. I guess we'll find out if it was a fluke, tomorrow. Now, I need you to go home and take a shower as soon as you get there."

"Why?"

"Because Miranda is going to spend the night with you. You're Mom is still working nights, right?" 

"Yea. Seven to two. I only see her a little bit after school. She's got Tuesdays and Wednesdays off."

Okay. That'll work fine. There'll be no sex tonight. I want you two to get used to the idea. You're going to tell her how beautiful you think she is and you're going to kiss her. Hopefully, quite a bit."

"How do you know she'll want me?"

"Because I know my daughter. And I saw how she looked at you at dinner. She seems to be desperate to lose her virginity. If she was going to just throw it away on a prick like Jason, she's beyond being talked down. While you take your shower and wash the smell of me off of you, I'll talk to her and tell her it's okay. We'll be over in about a half-hour. Now, get lost." 

Ryan grabbed the underwear she held up to him and leaned down to kiss her when she pointed at her lips. She slapped his ass lightly as he was walking away. When her got home, he jumped in the shower and washed up as fast as he could. He even shaved. His beard was more like a few hairs over his lip and his chin. It looked terrible whenever he grew it out to see if it had gotten any better. He was still in shock when he wiped his face clean of shaving cream.

He had lost his virginity. And to a beautiful woman who actually wanted to have sex with him again. Maybe she did. Maybe it was just to help her daughter. He'd even help her with two orgasms. Her fingers seemed to have done a lot of the work. The image of her tugging at her nipples and rubbing her clit caused his cock to rise. He smiled broadly at his reflection. He was going to spend all day tomorrow having sex. After taking another turn around his room to make sure everything was clean, he was sitting on the couch in a pair of soccer shorts and a T-shirt when the doorbell rang. Ryan opened the door to find Mrs. Tan standing beside her daughter. Miranda seemed smaller than normal. Her body was tucked into an insecure ball while she held a small backpack in front of her. Mrs. Tan had to nudge her forward. She didn't even look up as she passed Ryan. After stripping out of her jacket and boots, she stood next to the wall with her head down. She was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of pink pajama bottoms. 

Mrs. Tan's voice caused him to turn and look at her. "Remember, no sex. You two are going to do this right. Romance is what I want from both of you. You two are dating now. You're curfew is gone as long as you're with Ryan and he promises to keep you safe."

"Yes, ma'am."

With that, Mrs. Tan turned and walked back down the path leading away from the house. Ryan watched her for a bit and the closed the door. Miranda was still standing with her head down. 

"I think your Mom's lost it."

"It didn't stop you from having sex with her." Her head came up just enough for her eyes to find him from under her lashes.

Ryan's mouth dropped open. "She told you?"

"No. She denied it at first. I came down stairs when I thought you'd left. I heard you in the office."

"I'm sorry. I...she was kissing me and it kind of got out of hand. Do you hate me?"

"I don't know. She told me you were afraid to have sex because you wanted to be good at it. That she was practice for me. In a twisted way, that's sweet."

Ryan stepped closer and took her backpack. She didn't flinch or slap him when he reached down and took her hand. Her palm was sweaty. He couldn't blame her, so was his. She followed along as he led her through the house to his bedroom. 

"I didn't know you were a virgin." She said as he dropped her backpack on a chair. She sat down on the edge of his bed with her hands tucked underneath her. "I heard you'd hooked up with Becky and Julie a few times at parties."

"They just made out with me. I guess I'm their default pair of lips when they're drunk. It never went very far. When they're sober, they ignore me."

"I've thought about you. About you being my first. I gave up on you." She smiled a shy smile up at him as he stood looking at her. "I didn't think you thought of me like that."

"I really didn't. You're a friend. I've always known you. I mean I noticed you. How beautiful you are and everything. It's just. I care about you. I didn't really know how much until I heard Jason talking about you. I never really had time to think of you like that. Romantically, I mean. I'm not really the most proactive guy in the world."

"Mom told me I'd have to tell you what to do." She scooted back on the bed until her head was on a pillow. Patting the place next to her, she smiled. He her cheeks darkened. "Come kiss me."

Ryan looked at the clock and saw that it was nine thirty. "I'll lock up first." 

He turned and did a quick tour of the house and went to the bathroom. When he returned, she was under the covers and her sweatshirt and pajama bottoms were on the floor. All he could see was the soft curved features of her face. Her eyes had the same almond shape as her mother. Her skin was a slightly more exotic golden brown. His heart was racing when he turned off the lights and slipped out of his shirt.

When he was under the covers, he slowly scooched closer until he hand ran into her arm. She lay perfectly still. Her arms at her side, her face staring up at the ceiling. The only movement he could detect was her chest as it rose and fell. His fingers moved up her arm and then worked up her neck to her chin. He couldn't see too well, yet. All he could see was her darkened outline.

"Are you going to help me at all?"

"No. Your best friend is a pig and you just had sex with my Mom. I'm not going to help you at all."

"He's not a friend anymore. I guess that makes you my best friend."

"Then kiss your best friend, idiot."

Her tone was playfully teasing. It allowed Ryan to relax enough to slide closer until he was pressed to her side. Her closest arm came up and slid under him as he leaned on an elbow. He felt her fingers tickle up his back. The sensation sent a shiver through him all the way to his cock. As gentle as he could, his fingers explored her face. Running up her jaw line and then over her full lips. Leaning down, he licked his lips right before he kissed her. 

Miranda's lips formed to his. They were fuller than her mothers were. He felt them quiver and then slowly relax as he placed tiny innocent kisses across them. When his tongue came out to tease, her mouth opened for him. He felt her pull against him and realized her other hand had found his back. Lifting his knee, he slid it over her leg and found her legs opening wider.

"It's okay. I want you on top of me." 

Ryan obeyed instantly, his cock nestling perfectly against her. He kept most of his weight off of her as their bodies began to grind against one another. Her tongue slid between his lips. Moving with more confidence and hunger. For the next forty-five minutes only sighs and the soft sounds of two people kissing could be heard. They went from soft and slow to frenzied before they settled back down to a tender cadence.

He had his fingers tangled in her curls when he pulled his lips away. "How far did you let Jason go?"

It took her awhile to speak. When she did, it sounded like she was ashamed. "We did this a lot. He felt me up a few times, until I'd stop him. He was always a bit rough and demanding. Always trying to guilt me into doing more and more."

"You never fell for his lines?"

"No. I am a four-point student. I really did know what he was, I just thought...I don't really know what I thought. He wanted me. I guess I thought that was enough."

"Well, I want you. But I won't pressure you. Would it be okay if we went out on a date?"

"We don't have to."

"Yes we do. I'm supposed to be all romantic and seductive."

Miranda laughed up at him. "Good luck with that, Romeo."

"Shut up. It's not my fault I'm a moron. I'm a guy."

"I know you're a guy." She wiggled her hips into his erection. "I can feel you. Can I see it?"

Ryan let out a nervous laugh. "It does sort of belong to you." 

Sliding out of bed, Ryan walked over to his desk and turned on a small lamp. It was enough to light the room in a dim yellow glow. Miranda was propped up on her elbows staring at him. Her lips were pulled into her mouth as she tried to suppress a smile. With only a slight hesitation, Ryan pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. He watched her head tip sideways and her eyes twinkle as she blushed. Ryan realized she was more embarrassed than he was. It gave him a bit of confidence.

She swallowed hard when he walked back to the bed and stood beside it. "Can I see you?"

Miranda let out a ragged breath and nodded. Pulling back the covers, she crawled towards him and then raised up on her knees. They were roughly the same height now. His eyes found two erect nipples poking out from her pink tank top. She had a similar colored pair of panties. Her hands went straight up in the air. After about ten seconds of staring at her, her rolled his eyes. He was an idiot. Reaching out, he pulled up the thin tank top and tossed let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were larger than her mothers and turned up and out slightly. The areolas were a nice dark brown. 

"Do you like them?"

"Yes." Ryan nodded and looked up to see her eyes exploring his face. "They're perfect. You're perfect."

"Can I leave my panties on? I'm not...I want you to see me, but I'm..."

"It's okay." Ryan stopped her. 

He walked to the desk and turned out the light. She hadn't moved when he returned, so he reached out and wrapped his arms around her. Her head fell to his shoulder as she returned the hug. He could feel her breasts press against him. Her nipples taught. With just a bit of pressure, his nails moved up and down her back. He smiled when she sighed and raised her head to kiss him.

They moved back under the covers to continue for another hour as his hands played across her skin. She didn't stop his hand when he explored one breast and then the other. 

"Are you wet?" He whispered into her neck. The answer was obvious to him. Ryan could feel her damp panties pressing against him. Whenever his head dipped below the covers, he nose was filled with the aroma of her arousal.

"Yes."

"Can I help you? Orgasm, I mean. I want to make you feel good."

"I've never orgasmed in front of a boy."

"Your Mom had me lick her. I don't know if I was very good, but she orgasmed. I could do that if you want."

"You ate out my Mom? Oh, not what I want to picture in my head." She said as she let out a huffing laugh into her hands. 

"Sorry. I'll do anything you want, Miranda. I'll even leave if you need me to."

"You mean masturbate? You want me to masturbate in your bed?"

"Sure. You'd be the first girl to ever cum in my bed. I'd put a plaque up with your name on it." 

"Shut up." She pinched him hard enough to make him yelp. "Are you really serious? You would be okay with it?"

"Yes." Ryan kissed her shoulder. 

"Roll on your back." She instructed as she pushed him off of her and quickly rolled on top of him. Straddling him with her legs. 

He felt her tense up when his bare cock came in contact with her panties. The heat from her made him suck in his breath. She rose up slightly with her hands on either side of his body. Miranda began to grind her pelvis against him. Ryan could feel her lips flattening through the thin fabric. Her hair tickled his chest as she slid up and down his cock. Hot blasts of air spread out across his skin, as her breathing became ragged. She faltered when Ryan reached up and began to caress her back. She resumed grinding into him when his fingers slid over her toned little ass and squeezed. 

It took her three minutes to finally find release. Ryan felt her legs tighten their grip around him as she let out a loud heavy sigh. She slid off of him and rested her head on his chest. 

"Thank you." She whispered.

"I didn't really do anything."

"Yes you did. Just being here and taking so much time kissing me helped. I trust you, Ryan. You're going to be my first."

"You were planning on Valentines Day, weren't you?"

"Mom told you?"

"Yea."

"I just want to get it behind me. The not knowing what it's like and everything, it's driving me crazy. All my friends have done it. I just thought I needed to do it." 

She crawled over him and disappeared with her backpack in her hand. Five minutes later, she was curled up against him. Her phone went off at eight in the morning. They'd barely moved in the night. Content to be a tangle of limbs. Her head came up to show a smile when her thigh brushed against his hard-on. 

"Good morning."

"Morning." Ryan squeezed her before closing his eyes and relaxing back into the pillow.

"I have to go." Miranda said as she worked her way out of his arms.

"Okay."

"Do I need to sneak out?"

"No. Mom will be dead to the world. She uses a sleep mask and ear plugs. I have to set off a nuke to get her up sometimes." 

Ryan slipped out of bed and into his shorts. He made a beeline to the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth. When he opened the door, Miranda was dressed and waiting for her turn. He walked her home and was ushered into the house by a smiling Mrs. Tan.

"Morning you two. Is my daughter's hymen still intact?"

Ryan looked at Miranda in panic as they both blushed. 

"Mom." Miranda shot her a glare and shook her head. "I kept my panties on the whole time. And no, I don't have a hymen. You already know that."

Mrs. Tan had to stop Ryan as he turned and was heading out the door as quickly as he could. She grabbed hold of him. "Oh, no. You stay. You're going to help me fix breakfast while Miranda gets ready to leave."

A little frightened, Ryan followed along behind Mrs. Tan into the kitchen. He watched her ass wiggle in the tight fitting silk robe. It barely covered it at all and was so sheer her areolas could be seen through the red fabric. She pulled a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator and handed them to him.

"We're fixing French toast. Want anything else with it?"

"No. That's fine. Thank you, Mrs. Tan."

She leveled her gaze on him and wiggled her finger for him to come closer. "We've had sex, Ryan. You're supposed to call me Emily. Everytime time you call me ma'am or Mrs. Tan, you have to kiss me. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Ryan smiled and nodded. "Anything else Mrs. Tan?"

"Oh, we're frisky this morning." 

She raised up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ryan bent down and kissed her. He shouldn't have been surprised by the aggressiveness of her tongue, but was. 

"Pick me up. I won't break."

Ryan's arms engulfed her and lifted her off the ground. He felt her legs encircle him. Dropping a hand to her ass, he turned and put her on the counter. Her lips never left his as her tongue worked him over and lured his into her mouth. After a minute, she pulled his head away with her fingers in his hair.

"Good morning, Mr. Walker."

"Good morning, Emily."

She hopped down and started preparing breakfast as Ryan assisted.

"So, what did you two do last night?"

"I thought one of the rules was never kiss and tell. You broke that one, by the way."

"Sorry." Emily laughed as she started beating the eggs into a lather. "Kind of hard to deny it when she listened to the whole thing. I was louder than I thought. Now, I'm her mother and need to know what my baby is doing. Spill it."

"We kissed and talked. Apparently, she wants me to be her first."

"Yea. I already knew that. She was dating Jason to stay close to you. It confused the crap out of her when it made you drift away. What was that about?"

"I couldn't stand seeing them together. I know Jason. I don't know. I didn't like what that made her for liking him."

"You mean a crazy teenage girl full of hormones and anxiety. It's par for the course. God knows I choose a few losers in my day. What else did you do?"

Ryan looked over his shoulder to see if Miranda was anywhere around. "We made out, she asked me to undress, and then she sort of orgasmed."

"Sort of? I'm not sure there's such a thing. She either did or she didn't. I thought I told you no sex."

"We didn't. Her panties stayed on like she said. She got on top and grinded into me until she came." He shrugged and gave her an apologetic smile. "She was wet. Soaking, actually. I offered to leave the room for her to masturbate, but she wanted me to lie under her."

"Did she help you out?"

"No. You took care of me. I'm kind of used to walking around hard all the time."

"Teenage boys. Yea, I remember them." She patted him on the arm. "We'll take care of that, later. Did you tell her you loved her?"




A Friend For Life



"What?

"You didn't." She shook her head and started chopping up some strawberries. "You love her, don't you?"

"I don't know. I told her I cared about her. That she was beautiful. I don't know if I love her. How can I do what I did with you and love her? Can I?"

"Men." She growled. "You've got to be the stupid creatures on earth." She motioned for him to sit on a stool so she could look him in the eye. When she was standing between his legs, she placed a palm against each cheek. "Honey, I guess this is a screwed up situation for you. She and I talked about it and she excepts what we're doing. I blame that brain of hers. She's a big picture kind of girl. She won't say she loves you either, but she does. I'm not sure if it's the passionate kind of love or just a long lasting love. But it is love. I know that. You two used to be inseparable. Puberty kind of got in the way. Tell her and ask her. When you do, make sure you actually look her in the eye. Honesty and tenderness goes along way, Mr. Walker." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

With his face held between both of her hands, she kissed him softly. "You're racking up the kisses, aren't you. I guess we'll have to find a white board to keep a tally."

Breakfast was a little noisier than dinner. Mother and daughter chatted while Ryan tried to stay invisible. He wasn't sure what the new dynamic was or where he really fit in to it. Ryan rinsed off the dishes to Mrs. Tan's surprised pleasure and loaded the dishwasher. Miranda came back down stairs and kissed him a lingering goodbye kiss before leaving to spend the day at a volunteer animal shelter and then work on a school project with a classmate.

When Mrs. Tan appeared, he was staring at a wall of photographs in the living room. She'd changed in to a simple blouse and skirt. She sat down and smiled at him, but didn't say a word. Her eyes looked at the seat next to her and then back to him. Ryan knew what he was supposed to do, but somehow his brain worked in slow motion. When he finally sat next to her on the couch, she scooted closer and crossed her legs towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Walker. What would you like to do to me?"

"Anything you want." He caught the tiny disapproving shake of the head and cleared his throat. "I want to kiss you."

"Is that it? I'd like you to be specific. In fact, I'll obey you completely."

"Really?"

Her eyebrow raised slightly. "Within reason. You aren't some sort of freak are you?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. Today's lesson is foreplay and as corny as it sounds, I'm going to teach you to make love to a woman. I've never really liked the phrase, but it can be accurate. I guess it's all just different forms of sex. Some girls really like slow and tender, others really like quick, rough, and dirty. The rest are somewhere in between. Our first time today is anything you want and any position you want. I'll only correct you if you're hurting me or having trouble. Okay?"

"Okay. Can I ask you a question first?"

"Sure. Anything."

"Are you getting anything out of this? I'm grateful. Extremely grateful, but I don't want to take advantage of you."

"Ryan sweetie, you've got to be the most adorable boy I've ever met. You gave me two orgasms yesterday. That's a pretty rare thing." Her hand dropped to his leg and began to tease dangerously close to his already hard cock. "I might be getting more out of this than you. I'm certainly the one taking advantage. I'm the adult, remember? I want to have sex with you. I woke up this morning with a smile knowing I was going to have sex with you. So just relax and do whatever you want with me. Take charge and just do it."

He sat quietly for a moment as her hand began to caress his cock through his shorts. Standing, he offered her his hand. "I guess we shouldn't ruin your couch."

They walked up the stairs in silence and into her bedroom. Ryan's heart was well beyond racing. He led her to the side of the bed and turned to look down at her.

"Lie on the bed." He instructed. 

Her lip twitched and her eyes narrowed, but she obeyed. She crawled onto the bed face down on her stomach with her hands under her chin. Ryan stared for a moment. He'd meant for her to lie on her back, but her legs were so cute staring up at him. Pulling his shirt off, he teased slowly up her legs with his fingernails as he crawled to her side. Her leg came up under his touch and her face turned towards him. She was smiling a content coy smile. It made him lean over and kissed her cheek. 

"You're mean, Emily."

"A little. I told you to be specific."

"Roll over on your back, Mrs. Tan." 

She was chuckling silently as she obeyed. One by one he unbuttoned her blouse. More and more smooth skin appeared. Her bra was non-existent. When he got to the bottom button, he tugged her blouse out of her skirt and opened it wide as his placed a kiss as close to her nipple as he could. He traced the outline of her breasts in a figure eight with his index finger. Then he repeated it with the tip of his nose and then his tongue. She wiggled and sighed under him.

"Who's being mean now?"

He kissed down her stomach and then worked on her skirt until he could slide it down and off. "Am I doing okay?"

"No complaints. I love gentle and slow."

He slid off the bed and pulled off his shorts and then crawled back up to strip her panties off. She raised her ass to help and then made sure her legs were clamped tightly together. 

"Take your blouse off, please."

She sat up and slipped out of it then flopped back down to lie perfectly still. Her smile appeared when she found him glaring down at her playfully. His hand found her breast as his lips met hers. While his tongue moved between her lips, his hand explored down her body. Lightly teasing the skin and then coming back to massage her breasts. He kissed down to her breast and ran his nose over the soft pliable flesh. She smelled like flowers. Maybe lilacs. "Spread you legs for me." He was suckling her nipple when he felt her legs move apart. As he moved across to the other one, he looked up and smiled. "Thank you for not wearing a bra. I doubt if I could have gotten it off of you without a chainsaw."

"You're welcome. I'll teach you how to take them off later. I thought I was the one going to pleasure you."

"You will. I want to see if I can make you cum without any help. You're going to have to teach me how to rub your clit the way you did yesterday."

"You can use your tongue and you can suck on it once I'm really aroused. Some even use their nose as they're tonguing a girl. It usually doesn't take much once I'm close. Just watch my stomach when it sucks in and stays, I'm minutes away from an orgasm."

"And your nipples? You were tugging at them. I thought you said to be gentle."

She blushed slightly as she raised her head to look at him as he absentmindedly ran his fingers over her body. His tongue was flicking an erect nipple as he looked up at her. 

"I'm a woman. We change our mind. Pinching and tugging on them can send a spark right to my clit. It's like a lightning bolt."

"Oh. Teach me."

"What?"

"I want to suck on your clit and play with your nipples. Can you cum if I do that?"

"Oh yea. That would do it." 

"Good. I guess you can teach me how."

"We're doing better with our communication. I like it. Just take your time down there. When you see my lips spread further apart, you can focus on the opening for a bit and then my clit. Be really gentle at first. Suckle it and flick it with your tongue. Keep your hands moving just like you're doing right now. I'll be cumming soon enough. Okay?"

"Remember to tell my how hard. I don't want to hurt you."

"Thank you, Mr. Walker. You can spend a bit more time with my tits, but not too much. They'll get sore after awhile." 

She let her head fall back and her knees moved further apart as he went back to work on her nipple. He could feel her body temperature rising. Crawling around until he was between he legs, he slowly worked across her abdomen. His lips found a sensitive spot just under her navel that caused her stomach to roll. Flicking the spot with his tongue brought her hand down to grip his hair.

"You're learning fast. I have a few places that drive me absolutely wild. Use your nails."

Turning his head to watch the effects, he reached up and slowly ran his fingers across the width of her abdomen until he reached the spot. Her mouth flew open as her breath shot from her lungs. With one hand he gently palmed her pussy and started slow circles. The other continued to work across her stomach, hitting the spot every other pass. Emily seemed to be almost hyperventilating. 

Ryan moved lower and found her lips spread wide and inviting. His tongue came out to find her clitoris. Spreading her lips, he barely surrounded it with his lips and began to suck in further into his mouth.

"Oh, yes Ryan. Just like that. Suck it faster." Her hands reached down and dragged his up to her breasts. "Just pinch them every time you suck. Use your tongue too."

Emily was bucking her hips into him as he followed her instructions. Her moans and coos were growing louder. Reaching out, she gripped the bedspread in both hands. She was arching her back, her body attempting to throw Ryan off it. Ryan tongue was as frantic as her fingers had been yesterday. When he cleared is throat, Mrs. Tan shriek and her body convulsed under him. For the next few seconds her body tightened up and shook before slowly relaxing. 

Ryan felt a tiny bit of liquid hit his chin. It was warm. Reaching up, he wiped it away and then licked his fingers. He crawled up to lie beside her. Her eyes turned to follow his movements as her breathing slowed. 

"You definitely aren't a fluke. Wow, I didn't know I was into young men." She rolled to her side and kissed him. Her tongue darting out to lick the moisture from his chin between kisses. "Another rule. Always kiss a girl after she gives you oral sex. A guy that doesn't is an ass. It's a pretty good indication he's just using the girl. It hurts us."

"Okay." 

"Have you ever tasted your cum?"

Ryan coughed nervously and slowly nodded his head. "I licked a little bit, once. It didn't really taste like anything. Just weird tasting something coming out of my own body."

"Well, it can't hurt you. You're going to taste some more of it today and get over the weirdness. If you aren't completely comfortable with sex, you'll freak out with a girl and hurt her unnecessarily. I think you've noticed we're sensitive creatures." 

"Yea. Unpredictable too."

She gave him another kiss. "It's your turn. What would you like?"

"What ever you'd like to do to me." She swatted his chest in disapproval, which caused him to quickly state. "Your favorite position. I want that." 

"Hmm. That I can do."

Rolling on top of him, she slid down to rub against his cock. Ryan sucked in his breath from the feel of her pussy lips melding to his flesh. Emily rocked her pelvis, coating his cock with her wetness. All Ryan could do was stare up at the woman. 

"My daughter is smaller framed than me. She might have a bit of trouble doing this at first. Hell, I might." 

Pulling up his dick, she rose up and settled herself down. His cock disappearing into her as she slowly exhaled. Ryan heard her grunt and then felt the tightness surround his cock. He couldn't stop his hips from rising up to meet the sensation. It brought out a startled whimper. Her hand went to his hip and pushed him back to the bed. Hers began to rock. Every few rotations, she'd lower herself further until he felt her pubic hair mash into his. Emily was exhaling tiny puffs of air, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek. 

"Am I hurting you?" Ryan reached up and pushed her hair from her face to have it fall back as soon as he removed his hand.

"No, honey." She leaned down and kissed him softly. "I'm a little girl and you're a big boy. And I'm way out of practice. It doesn't hurt at all. It just fills me. It's hard to explain the feeling. It's wonderful. Just try and hold still until I get used to it."

Ryan nodded as she lowered her head to his chest and began to rock against him. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against his flesh. The wetness surrounding him. Her pussy seemed to be pulling at his cock every time she rocked. Reaching around her, he began to rub up and down her back and sides. Her head finally came up to look down at him. It looked like she was in blissful agony. Her upper lip was coated with sweat as she began to rock more forcefully onto him. 

"Okay." She nodded quickly. "Drive into me. As hard as you can."

His ass came of the bed and ripped the air from her lungs. She was hovering on inches above him, letting him only a quick thrust upwards. The springs of the mattress bounced him faster and faster. With a grunt, he came. The first blast was accompanied by a violent shudder. The next half dozen left his cock to coat her completely until his muscles slowly uncoiled and relaxed. 

He felt her warm breath on his face just before she kissed him. Pushing up, she sunk all the way down on him and began to grind almost painfully into his pelvis. Her nails dug into his chest hard enough to draw blood. Ten little curved indents as her body tensed. The muscles gripping his cock grew tighter and tighter as she worked her hips. Ryan lost count of the minutes. He closed his eyes and let her use him. Slowly but surely, his cock began to grow inside of her. Emily's whimper told him, she'd noticed too. And then she was quivering and shaking on top of him. Her nails digging deeper into his chest muscles and bringing a sharp grunt from him.

She twitched and jerked for a moment and then slowly sunk down to lick the sweat from his hairless chest. Her head came up with an apologetic face showing. "I'm sorry. I keep drawing blood."

"I'll live."

"It's going to be hard to explain what happened in the locker room." Her tongue came out and began to lick drops of blood. The combination of tastes caused her to groan in pleasure. 

"I'll tell them I lost my virginity to the hottest woman I've ever seen. I just won't tell them who."

"Good boy. I'm going to have to keep you. If you don't mind, that is."

"I don't mind, but you'll have to ask Miranda. I thought this was all for her." He said it with a shade of laughter in his voice.

Mrs. Tan's head came up as she laughed. Her face a beautiful imaged of relaxed happiness. "And he jokes. Good boy. Pretty soon you're going to actually enjoy this."

Ryan finally had to laugh. "Yea, this is torture, Mrs. Tan."

She rolled off of him and pulled him so they were face to face on their sides. Her hand went down and guided the tip back into her. Their heads were resting on the pillow she'd pulled under them. Ryan snaked his bottom arm under her to get more comfortable while the other found her hip. She was staring at him as she slowly flexed her hips. Her eyes would occasionally close and then pop back open.

"All right, Mr. Walker. School time. You pass the kiss and hand test. We don't like it when a man gropes us. And you're definitely patient with your needs. If you can always make a girl cum before you get yours, you'll drown in women. I need you to be extremely patient with Miranda. Work up her entire body no matter what she says or asks for. She needs to be soaking wet when you slide inside. She's tinier than me, so it's going to be a tight fit."

"Tighter than you. Oh, crap. I won't last a second in her."

"Yes you will. You're going to double wrap with her. That means two condoms, Mr. Walker. She's on the pill, but I'm not going to let her get knocked up and ruin her future. She's got a scholarship coming and a baby would destroy her dreams. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm spoiling you a bit by not making you wear one, but I can't have children. Miranda's birth took care of that. You'll even last longer with a condom on, but the sensation will be a bit less. Always wear one with a girl, even if she says she's on the pill. Sometimes, a girl lies. And sometimes accidents happen. Not to mention nasty little diseases. Got it?"

"Got it."

She slid him out and rolled to her back. "Now, while you kiss me, let your hand wander across my body. Use your palm and your fingertips and the back of a knuckle. You can alternate between light as a feather and gently firm. They all add up. Making me cum is apparently easy for you, but some women need to be stoked like a furnace. Little touches and kisses are the kindling. Whispers against my skin and ear are too. Even your warm breath can drive a woman crazy. Have you ever fingered a woman?"

"No."

"Since I'm already plenty wet, reach down and start playing with me. Avoid the clit for a bit. It can be extremely sensitive right after an orgasm. When you slide your finger in, curl it a bit and rub the wall of my vagina. Work up to two fingers and then work faster. Some women like it like that while other like you to use them like your dick."

Ryan moved his hand down and caressed her inner thigh. He could feel the slick skin under his touch. Emily was staring up at him with her eyes wide open. His fingers slid over her labia, allowing it to roll and move under the pressure of his fingertips. He continued to tease her until she bit her lip and smiled up at him. When he slid his finger into her, she tensed. He could feel her tighten around it. Curling his finger like she'd said, he began to pull at her gently. She nodded quickly as her eyes closed and her head rolled back. He switched to quick little probes in and out.

"Which do you like?"

"The first." She said with her breathing rapidly increasing. "Put two fingers in and do that."

While his fingers explored, he leaned down and took her entire areola into his mouth. He felt her legs come off the bed and her knee hit him in the side. His tongue flicked across her nipple and then he pulled at it with his lips. He felt her groan vibrating through her as she fought against his fingers. She was rocking violently. Turning his eyes to look down her body, he saw her stomach pulled tight. He licked his way to her other breast and began to pull and tease it. Her throaty scream erupted as soon as she did. He felt the muscles grip his fingers so tight he pinched his lips clamped down on her breast and brought a second scream from her. Her body was fully stretched out with her toes pointed. He took his fingers out of her as she shivered. The actions sent goosebumps racing across her skin. Laying his head on the pillow, he watched as she came back down to earth.

Ryan wandered home at six o'clock. He was unable to remove the smile. Food didn't work, a shower did work, and finishing up some reading for school didn't even work. Mrs. Tan had given him an A minus for the day. She wouldn't tell him what he'd done wrong, but her smile seemed to be a teasing smile. He'd even gotten the green light to go ahead and have sex with Miranda. He expected her to knock on his door that night, but she didn't. He went to school with a smile still on his face. He was halfway through the day before Jason found him in the hallway.

"Shit." Jason's voice caused Ryan to turn and straighten up from his locker. "The bitch broke up with me."

"Which one?"

"Miranda. She said she was having trouble concentrating in class and I was a distraction. That fucking whore."

"I thought she was a virgin." Ryan's voice was staining to hide the anger. He noticed a few eyes turn at Jason's loud voice.

"She's still a whore. I even got blew off by Kristen. I'm going to have to find some easy bitch to suck me off. What are we doing after school?"

"I'm lifting weights and running. After that I have to get home and finish an assignment. You're on your own, buddy." Ryan slammed his locker and walked away without looking back. 




A Friend For Life



He went through two more classes to finish out the day. Ryan was walking towards the locker room when he was wrapped up in a hug. Kristen's puffy and red face looked up at him. Miranda was staring at him as she held out his recorder. 

"You played it for her?"

"Yea. She needed to know he was planning to rape her."

Kristen looked up at him. He could see the hurt it had caused to hear what Jason thought of her. "Thank you."

"It's okay. He's an ass. You actually are pretty."

"No I'm not. Not really."

"Yes you are. And I like your butt. It's hard not to stare at."

Her laugh was half-hearted. "Thanks, Ryan." Her arms squeezed him a little tighter before she released him and walked hurriedly into the locker room.

"Hi." He looked at Miranda. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, accentuating her rounded cheeks and large eyes. He wanted to kiss her. 

"Hi. How are you?"

"Good. I was a little disappointed you didn't show up last night."

"Mom didn't let me. She said she wore you out."

Ryan blushed and looked around to see if anyone was taking notice of them. "She's a good teacher. I passed the class. She told me I can have my way with you whenever you want."

"She was humming to herself all night. What exactly did you do to her?"

Ryan shrugged. He felt the heat of embarrassment rising. Talking about have sex with her mother wasn't the most comfortable thing to discuss. "I don't know what I did. She says it's either from being really turned on or really comfortable with the person. I'm not sure I'm doing anything special."

"She says you are. She says you'll blow me away."

"I hope so. Miranda? Are we dating? I mean...is this just sex or is this more for you?"

"I don't know. I haven't really thought that far ahead."

"Yes you have. I know how you think. You probably wrote a paper on the long term outcome of having sex with the neighbor boy."

She punched him in the arm and pulled him aside to lean against the wall. Waiting for a crowd of guys to pass, she crossed her arms. "I didn't get that detailed. Two years ago I made a list of boys I'd trust to be my first and you were the only one I came up with. I just didn't know how to tell you or ask you. I was afraid you'd freak out and run away."

"I wouldn't have. You might have been able to take my virginity before I regained consciousness. You know, you're kind of a sister to me in a way."

"What?"

"I mean. We grew up together. You're the closest thing to a sibling I have. What I'm trying to say is that I think of you as family. You grew into a brainy hot girl." Ryan shook his head in exasperation. "I'm screwing this up."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"That I love you, I guess."

"You guess? You don't know?"

"I do. I don't know how to explain it or compare it to anything. I love my Mom. I feel safe with her. I love you kind of like that, but differently. I use to be comfortable with you."

"What changed?" She'd moved closer, her eyes dark and curious.

"You. You turned into a woman."

"And you love me like your mother?" The left side of her face curled as she teased him gently.

Ryan was blushing fully now. He glared at her. "No. I don't really know how I love you. I mean, I don't want to hurt you. I don't know if I just love you because I've always loved you or I'm in love with you. And I don't know what you feel for me. I don't want to make this more than you want or less if you really truly love me."

"Hmm. You're a really dumb boy." Miranda raised up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She was smiling broadly. "That's what I love the most about you."

Ryan watched her bounce away before turning and walking into the locker room. He was able to avoid anyone noticing his wounds as he changed clothes. His mind was racing to figure out what the hell he was supposed to say to her. All he knew was he couldn't stop thinking about having sex with her. She probably had it timed down to the minute when it was going to happen. 

After finishing his work out and his run, he headed home. His Mom had barely left for work when the doorbell rang. When he opened it he found Miranda with a small duffel bag. She stepped by him and headed straight for his room. When he got there, she was unpacking a few sets of clothes. 

"If I'm going to keep spending the night, I want some of my things here. Where can I put them?"

"The dresser. Top drawer is yours if you want it."

He watched her after he emptied the drawer for her. She went about her business in a quick unhurried way as if he wasn't even there. Amused and a bit worried, he sat down on the bed propped up on two pillows. When she was done, she looked at him for a bit and then stripped completely. Ryan's mouth turned back into a desert, while his hands turned clammy. 

"I'm getting over my shyness." She said as his eyes roamed over her. "Your turn."

"I like being shy." 

"Shut up. Strip."

Ryan stood up and undressed. "You Tan women are bossy."

"And you Walker boys like bossy women."

Miranda stepped closer and kissed his chest. Ten little kisses for each fingernail. Her eyes were curious when she looked straight up at him. Ryan pushed her hair out of her face and smiled. 

"She was enjoying herself. So, what's the plan?"

"We cuddle."

"Anything off limits?"

"Yes. I want my first time to be after the Valentine dance on Friday." 

"Okay."

It was early to settle into bed, but they did anyway. They spent the night joined at the lips. Their hands grew braver and braver as the night progressed. The days passed slowly. The nights flew by in a blur. Jason rebounded quickly. He found and fell in love with a twenty-something's mouth. I tight little package named Rochelle. She had an oral fetish. Jason complained about her nose, but loved the top of her head. So he let it slide. Ryan listened, but continued to blow him off for training. Friday took forever to arrive. 

In the nicest clothes he had, which weren't that special, he escorted Mirada to the dance. Her form fitting teal dress only emphasized her features even more. Miranda was all smiles each time she dragged him to the dance floor. During the slow songs, she was pressed tightly to him. Leaving no one wondering if they were just good friends. 

When the dance was over and he walked her towards his house with her hand tucked into his, he was unable to speak. She giggled when she noticed his hand shaking as he unlocked the front door. 

"I'm supposed to be the nervous one. You've done this before."

"Yea, but this is different."

"How?"

"You're you. Your Mom took charge and basically told me what to do. I didn't really have time to think about it. I've been thinking about this for a week. I don't want to disappoint you."

"I've been thinking about this for two years. You won't." She shut the door and locked it before heading for his bedroom.

Ryan watched her go. Her hips swaying back and forth as she walked. Her legs held his attention. They seemed to sparkle as they caught the light. Her long black hair was naturally straight for the first time in years. She disappeared into the bathroom, giving him time to grab some sodas from the kitchen. 

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with a can of pop in his hands when she appeared in the doorway. She'd lost her shoes in the bathroom. Her footsteps were silent as she ignored the light switch and made her way to stand before him. The only indication of nervousness was a small drawn out breath before she took the can from him and took a drink and then set it aside. She slipped out of her dress and let it drop at her feet before she started working on the buttons of his shirt.

Ryan had to swallow twice before he squeaked out the words, "I love you, Miranda." 

"I know. You always did, but you just never knew it."

His shirt was tugged down his arms and tossed aside. Miranda knelt and undid his shoes and pulled off his socks. 

"I knew it. I just didn't know if you did."

"Yes you did. You've always known. Why do you think I've always run to you whenever I needed to be held?"

"I don't know."

Her hands undid his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. The lightest pressure to his chest was enough to tell him to lie back. Her hand moved down his legs and pulled his pants off. With both of them in just their underwear, she crawled onto the bed and rested her head on a pillow.

"It's because you make me feel safe and loved. You've always protected me. Everytime I was scared or unsure, your hand always found mine. I've loved you since we were three. I'll love you forever. No matter what happens."

"Even if this ruins our friendship?" Ryan curled up beside her and began tracing his fingers over her skin. His hands still trembled. 

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but you're going to marry me."

Ryan's soft short-lived laughter caused the bed to shake a bit. "I am?"

She nodded. Her eyes were deep and dark as she gazed up at him. "You are. We're going to go off to college, get our degrees, and then get married. You're going to give me a baby when we're twenty-six."

"Really? Anything else?"

"A cat. Maybe two."

"So, I don't have to make any decisions at all?"

"You can choose whether the lights stay on or off for this."

"On."

She smiled at his quick response. Miranda raised up and undid her bra and handed it to him. "Mom says you still suck at that."

"Hmm, that explains the A minus." 

Ryan leaned down and kissed her waiting lips. His thumb was caressing her cheek. Feeling the softness of her skin. He'd transferred the tremble to her lips. It remained there until she let his tongue part them and discover her tongue. They'd started this way several times this week. This time was different. The kisses were deeper. There was an emotion in each kiss. Every sigh held a new level of passion. He felt a chill run through him when he realized how real this was. 

"Just let me kiss and touch you for awhile." His lips moved against hers as he spoke.

Her eyes opened and explored his. She nodded once and then closed them again. Her arms came up to rest under the pillow as she gave him her body without any resistance. Little by little, he kissed her cheeks, and chin, and eyelids. His hand ran up and down her inner arm until he slid it into hers. 

"It'll be okay. I'll be gentle."

"I know." 

Ryan traced the beginning curve of each breast with the tip of his nose. With his cheek, he felt the delicate smoothness of them. Her first real gasp came when his tongue licked slowly up between her breasts. Miranda's unoccupied hand found his and pulled it under the pillow. By the time his lips moved down to her surging stomach, he'd kissed her until she was breathless.

Achingly slow, his fingers traced down her arms as his lips moved across her abdomen. He kissed in a circle around her navel before letting his tongue dart inside. With just fingernails, he drew random patterns across her skin. He could smell her. Smell the already familiar musk her body created when aroused. His tremble was back as he fought the desire to bury his head into the precious folds of her pussy. He wanted to drink her up completely. 

Curling his fingers, he pulled her panties down until the first bit of black hair appeared. His tongue moved across each new bit of flesh he uncovered. Dangerously close, he placed kisses around her already parted lips. As he pulled her panties further and further, he scooted down the bed. His lips teased her inner thighs and the inside of her knees. 

Her eyes appeared out of half-closed eyelids as her tongue kept coming out to lick her lips. Her chest rose and fell as fast as he'd ever seen. When he'd finally removed her panties, Ryan was on his knees. He lifted her left leg and traced his fingernails up and down it. Noticing her body twitch when he found a spot at the back of her knee. The other leg had a similar reaction. 

Pushing her legs apart, he crawled up until he was on his stomach. The wetness of her pussy had spread down her thighs as he'd played with her legs. Sliding his hands under her ass, he began to massage in a slow methodical rhythm as his tongue reached out to clean her thighs. Taking a peek at her, Miranda's back arched as her head rolled back and forth. Her hands were pressing against the headboard as she tried to hold still. Her fragile breath was filled with shuddered sighs.

Ryan flattened his tongue and licked the length of her slit. He alternated between each lip, both inside and out. His tongue barely teased the length of the bright pink inner lips. His thumbs spread her wide as he finally found her vagina. Teasing and circling in tighter and tighter circles until he began to probe inside. 

Miranda hands came down and gripped his hair. Her moans and mumbled words were garbled. Ryan felt her knees lift as she tightened her legs around him. They were shaking. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to push his tongue further into her body. When his nose teased at her clitoris, she screamed.

"Yes. Oh, Yes."

His lips closed on the tiny little ball and suckled as fast as he could, his tongue darting. Miranda let out a raspy squeak and then her body jerked violently. He felt her body's aftershocks slowly recede. Her body turned a darker shade before his eyes. Miranda's eyes were closed. Her tongue seemed to be trapped between her lips until it finally disappeared. 

Ryan placed gentle kisses as his fingernails moved across her belly. When her breathing had slowed, he slid a finger between her lips and teased for a second. Her head came up to see him smiling at her. He watched her eyes flare wide as his slipped his index finger in. With gentle pressure, he curled his finger and began to massage. His finger sliding in and out slowly. 

"Ryan? What are you doing?"

"Making sure you remember your promise."

"What promise?" Her hands were running through her hair as her legs refused to be still.

"To marry me."

"I didn't promise you that."

"You better or I'll stop doing this."

Her head bobbed frantically. Her knees came up and her pelvis widened when the second finger forced its way inside her. "I promise. I promise I'll marry you." She whimpered.

Ryan fingers worked faster as he placed kisses around her clit. His tongue curled and toyed with it as softly as he could. When her hips began rocking frantically, he slid his fingers out and then back in. His eyes were focused on her stomach as he got her used to the in and out sensation. When her stomach got too tight, he slowed until her breathing got back under control.

As he toyed with her, he slowly slid his underwear down his legs and kicked out of them. Ryan worked her up again. His fingers probing and twisting, then rapidly massaging as they curled and pulled at her. The third time he thought her orgasm was almost crashing over her, he pulled out and hopped off the bed. He heard her loud whimpering moan in protest.

He was working feverishly to get the first condom on when a tiny lyrical laugh caused him to turn. She was leaning on her elbows watching him. Her lips twitched in a smile that slowly spread ear to ear. Her head bobbed as she slid down the bed a bit and spread her legs wider.

The bed rocked under him as he crawled back to her. On his hands and knees, he let his fingers tease her thighs. Working back to her core. She was well passed wet. With one hand running up between her breasts and back down, he slid a finger back inside. He gave her a soft smile when she glared up at him. Miranda's mouth opened to issue an order when his second finger slid in to cause her lips to slam shut. 

His fingers moved faster than before. Ryan felt her clitoris roll under his thumb. When her stomach pulled tight, he inched closer. Pushing down his cock, he slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his dick. Sliding in barely past the tip. His groan was barely quieter than the one coming from Miranda as he felt her muscles gripping him fiercely. Ryan silently thanked Mrs. Tan. He'd have finished the second he entered her daughter without the condoms.

Ryan's hips flexed, sliding deeper and deeper. He tried to concentrate on the tiny almost inaudible whimpers. The sheer tightness of her was more than he could stand. He pulled out, his breath ragged as he tried to fight back his orgasm while his thumb continued to tease her clit. 

As slow as he could, he pushed back inside. This time he pressed as far as he could. Miranda's body rose up as her mouth flew open to let all the air in her lungs escape. His hips moved back. A distinct wet sheen covered his cock. He watched as her pussy seemed to try and pull him back in as if reluctant to have him escape. Time after time he slid and out of her. Her body getting use to the rhythm as he finally felt the pressure in his balls recede. 

Ryan lowered himself on top of her as he flexed his hips. Hers began to greedily meet his. He could feel her legs move around him as he found her hands and threaded his fingers into hers. His breath drifted through her hair, as he began kissing her cheek, her temple, her forehead, and every bit of skin he could find.

"I love you, Miranda." He whispered into her mouth as it parted for him.

"I love...Ryan..." 

Her eyes fluttered open as her hands left his to find the muscles of his back. Skin slick with the sweat made her dig her nails into his back. She pulled at him. Her hips driving into him. Ryan could feel her body straining. Her stomach rolled and then sucked tight as she exhaled through clenched teeth. Sinking as deep as he could, he began to roll his pelvis into her. Their bodies refused to separate, unable to. 

He could feel her grip tighten. Her nails dug into the back of his hand as her body arched under him. He felt the muscles surrounding his cock roll like a tidal wave. Gripping tighter then ever before. They seemed to quake and shiver. Biting his bottom lip he drove into her. Moving fast. Knowing he'd given her the pleasure he'd prayed he could. 

As her tides of her orgasm fell away, Ryan's began. He felt the pressure ripped from him in surging spasms as he groaned in her ear. His hips flexing. Instinctively driving into her with abandon. Ryan didn't know how long his orgasm lasted. It felt like forever. He lay on top of her trying to catch his breath. Feeling her fingers gliding across the skin of his back. Soothing the storm that had just passed over them both. Ryan rolled off of her to look up at the ceiling and smile.

Miranda's hand found his chest as she rolled to her side. It slid down and removed the condoms and tied them in knot. Ryan took them and dropped them over the side of the bed. Reaching for her hand, he snuck a peek at her.

"Did I hurt you at all?"

Miranda moved so her face hovered over his. Her fingertips traced his face as her eyes drifted into his. "You might not want to hear this, but that was beautiful. Pain and all. It was everything and so much more. I don't think anyone could ever do it better. Not with me. Not ever."

"What do we do now?"

"We love each other. Everyday. Even when we hate each other. Love me like this and everything will be okay."

The lights were turned off and the rest of the night was spent cuddled up close. Miranda's hands refused to stop tracing his face as they shared the same pillow. She fell asleep a half-hour after he did. Her eyes slowly closed, no longer able to stay open to stare at him. 

Mrs. Tan opened the door for them at nine as Ryan slowed and looked confused at the car in the driveway. 

"Morning." She greeted them. Her eyes danced between them. A knowing smile found her daughter and then she wrapped her up in a hug. 

"Morning." They both said almost in unison. 

They were ushered into the kitchen to find Kristen smiling at them and half done with a plate of waffles. Emily went back to the waffle iron and began to make more. Her eyes were twinkling when she caught Miranda's smile and nod. Ryan stole glances around the room to try and figure out what was going on.




What are Friends For?



This is based on the true story of how my friend lost her virginity. The names are fake. The crazy circumstances are real.

*

It had been four months since Jim started dating Keira, and they still hadn't had sex yet. They'd done a lot of other things, sure, but she still wouldn't let him go all the way. This had become a real point of contention for them. Even now, as Keira was sucking his cock, it was all he could think about.

He loved it when she went down on him. It had taken her a little bit of practice, but now she was damn good at it. It wasn't that the blowjobs weren't good. It's that they weren't good enough.

Keira was beautiful. At 5'8'' she was taller than most girls. She had straight blonde hair that went halfway down her back. Her tits were C-cups, and they looked amazing on her toned body. She was always attractive, but naked from the waste up, with his dick in her mouth, and those big blue eyes looking up at his? She was gorgeous.

She had been going at it for a good twenty minutes, and he knew she was getting tired. She was trying not to show it, but the sounds of her breathing, and her increased focus, let him know how hard she was trying to finish him off. It wasn't for lack of skill on Keira's part that he was lasting so long. It was pure will power on his part. He could've cum ten minutes ago. Hell, he probably could've came in the first five minutes. What would that have got him though? It would have gotten him off, sure. He could've got himself off though if that's all he wanted. No, what he wanted was that pussy.

"I, uh... I don't think it's going to happen babe." He said, trying to hide just how close he was.

"Really?" She asked, taking her mouth off his penis. "You seem so close." She slid his penis back into her mouth, and stroked him with both hands.

"I guess I got, uh..." God, this was too much. He tried his best to ignore her, "I got kind of close for a minute there, a little while ago. It definitely doesn't seem like it's going to happen now though." He lied.

"What was it?" She asked, wiping spit off her face with her hand. "Was it something I did?"

"No, of course not. That was great. I just you know... I have a really hard time cumming that way."

"Oh." She knew where he was going with this. This was the fifth time this had happened this month. She got up off her knees and sat on the bed next to him. "Is there something else you want to try?"

"I can't really think of anything. I want to fuck you, and I know you don't want to. What else could compare to that?" He managed to sound dejected, rather than manipulative.

"I'm sorry baby. We've talked about this though. I'm only eighteen, and I haven't even graduated yet. I'm not ready."

Jim had been ready when he was eighteen. He'd lost his virginity at sixteen, and since then had had a string of girlfriends. It seemed weird to him to be dating someone for this long and still not be sleeping with them. It'd never happened to him before. Then again, none of the girls he'd previously slept with had been virgins. If he could seal the deal with Keira, it would all be worth it. He really thought he might love her, and he wanted it to work. It wasn't only that though. Ever since he'd found out she was a virgin, he'd become obsessed with popping her cherry.

"I know, I know. And I'm really not trying to push you. I just have a hard time cumming sometimes except through sex. I wouldn't even bring it up. I just want you to know why it isn't happening, even though you're trying your best." And god was she ever. When they had first started dating she'd never even seen a penis in person, much less sucked one. It had taken a month to get her to go that far. At first she had been rubbish at it, and he really did have a hard time cumming. She never used her hands, and it was even painful sometimes because she kept scraping him with her teeth. All she did was go up in down with her mouth, which was nice, but didn't make him cum. She had clearly been asking her friends about it or reading online about it or something since then, because she'd become a lot more adept at it in the following few months.

Now when she went down on him she used two hands. She would lick him from his shaft to his head, and then circle his head with her tongue. She would sucks on his balls, kiss the head of his penis and then try to see just how far she could get it down her throat. She would do things with her mouth that he couldn't even describe, and it all felt amazing. Best of all, the entire time, she'd keep her eyes locked on his. He had never received such great head in his life. The problem was though that getting head wasn't his goal. He wanted to break in that pussy, and to do that, he couldn't seem too satisfied with the status quo.

"Well I don't know what to do." Her eyes were tearing up, and she rolled over to look away from him. "I want you to be happy. I'm just not ready."

"When do you think you'll be ready?" He asked, for what must have been the millionth time in the last few months. That wasn't the right thing to say. As her boyfriend, he should've been trying to reassure her. To make her feel loved. He didn't want to reassure her though. He wanted to fuck her.

"I just... I dunno. Just not yet."

"Alright. Hey, I gotta get going." He said, getting up and finding his pants.

"I thought you were going to stay the night tonight? It's not every week my parents are out of town." She sat up, facing him. His eyes immediately fell on her tits.

"Yea, well, I doubt I'd get any sleep. I'm still ready to go, and I'd just lay there all night wanting to fuck you. It's for the best if I take off, rather than just frustrate the both of us." He pulled his shirt on over his head, and grabbed his keys off the counter.

"Fine. Whatever." She said. She slammed her head back down on her pillow, tears welling up in her eyes again. She didn't think she'd be frustrated if he stayed.

"Look, don't be mad. I love you. I want to be with you. I just have needs, you know? Guys have those. Doesn't mean you should feel bad." He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "Have a goodnight." And with that, he grabbed the rest of his stuff and left the room.

"I love you too." She whispered, and cried herself to sleep.

Every school day Keira went to lunch with her best friend Grace. They'd usually drive to Taco Bell or Wendy's or someplace, grab some food, then sit in the parking lot gossiping until they had to drive back. Today they'd decided on Subway.

"I just don't know what to do. I'm afraid he's going to leave me." Keira said, sitting in the passenger seat of Grace's car.

"He wouldn't do that. He's in love with you." Grace said between bites of her turkey sub.

"Well he says that. Does he mean it though? I love him with every fiber of my being. I would go to sleep every night wrapped in his arms if I could. I feel so warm and safe when he's there. But he gets the chance to sleep in the same bed with me? He just bolts because I won't have sex with him!" Keira said.

"Well if you love him so much, why won't you have sex with him? What's the big deal?" Grace asked.

"What's the big deal?! It's sex. S-E-X. You know? The biggest deal. I only get to lose my virginity once. When it happens, I want it to be with the guy I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." Keira said.

"I guess. I dunno... I'd really hate to die having had sex with only one guy. What if it was awful and you didn't know it? Like maybe that guy had a tiny dick, or he could only last three minutes, but because you'd never been with another guy you just thought that's what sex was like. Then you spend your whole life unsatisfied and hating sex" Grace said.

"Well at this point I'd be happy if he came at all, even if he lasted only three minutes" Keira laughed. "And I'll tell you this much: Jim doesn't have a tiny dick. Far from it."

"You mean like..." Grace grabbed her sub sandwich with both hands, and held it up to Keira.

"Haha, no... not quite that big. Close though. Maybe more like..." Keira took several bites from around the outside of her sandwich, making the sandwich less wide.

"Well no wonder he's not cumming. You're trying to bite his dick off!" They both laughed at that. "That does look pretty impressive though still..." Grace said.

"Yea, he's a big guy." Keira said, not noticing the envy in Grace's voice. "I think it'd be great, if it didn't hurt too bad. What if he leaves me after he fucks me though? What if that's all he's in it for?"

"He's stayed with you for four months even though he hasn't gotten any. I doubt that's his only goal." Grace said.

"I dunno Grace. You should've seen him last night. He just left even though I was about to cry. I was practically in tears and all he cared about was getting off. I'm pretty sure if he doesn't get some pussy soon, he's going to go looking somewhere else." Keira said.

"I seriously don't see what the big deal is. I'd definitely let Jim take my virginity. It's just sex. You're going to do it a lot of times in your life, probably with lots of different guys. The first time is just one of those times." Grace said. Keira knew Grace was a virgin too, but not because she was saving it for someone. There weren't many things Keira didn't know about Grace. They were the same age, and they had known each other since second grade. Grace was gorgeous, perhaps even prettier than Keira, but she was really shy. She never went to parties and didn't talk to a lot of people. She wasn't reserved around Keira, but she was around everyone else.

"You'd let Jim take your virginity?" Keira asked playfully.

"Well, you know... If I were you. I'm not saying I'd try to steal him or anything." Grace laughed.

That gave Keira an idea. What if... no... it's too crazy. Why not though? She trusted Grace. She'd known her her whole life. They'd never fought over a guy before, and she knew Grace wouldn't try to steal her boyfriend.

"No really... would you let Jim take your virginity? Would you have sex with him so I wouldn't have to?" Keira asked.

"You're serious?" Grace asked.

"Way serious."

"I... I don't know. Would you be there?" Grace asked.

"Of course. He is my boyfriend after all. I wouldn't want you two fucking without me or screwing each other behind my back. It's not like I'd go to the movies with him and then he'd go to your place after and fuck you. That'd be crazy. I mean, like, would you come over to my house, and I could be there, with him, and he could have sex with you? It'd be like I was fucking him, in that I'd still be kissing him and being with him and everything, but I wouldn't have to lose my virginity yet." Keira said.

Grace had not been expecting this. Of course she'd thought of fucking Jim. He was her best friend's boyfriend, and Grace had heard all of Keira's stories about their experiences together. After the first time Keira had described Jim going down on her, Grace had gone home and masturbated at the thought of Jim doing that to her. He was seriously hot, and older, and had a good job. He was muscular, and always had a few days stubble on his face. He made the guys at their school look like children. Grace had been waiting for Keira to fuck him so she could hear all about it.

This was something different though. Was she willing to have sex with him, and with Keira there? The thought excited her. Keira and her had experimented occasionally growing up. It had actually gone pretty far. The first time Grace had had an orgasm was when she and Keira were making out in her bedroom and they'd decided to play with themselves. They both came that night. It had been a crazy experience, and one she thought of often when she played with herself. They hadn't made out or anything all senior year though, and she'd thought that time was behind them. Would this lead to more stuff between the two of them, or would it just be her and Jim? Would that be a problem?

"Hello? Grace?" Keira asked, nervously. Grace hadn't realized just how long she'd been zoning out.

"Sorry, I was, uh, just thinking. It's not a small thing you're asking here. Are you sure about this? If you're looking for 'The One', do you think you'd be alright with that guy having sex with your best friend?" Grace asked.

"Of course. Look, I really think he's going to leave me. If the option is him leaving me and having sex with some tramp, or staying with me and sleeping with my best friend, who I trust, implicitly, it's not even a choice. Besides, we share everything. We might as well share this." Keira flashed her friend with a devilish grin.

"Alright. I'm in." Grace said, smiling in return. She'd been wanting to lose her virginity all year. It seemed like all the other girls around her were losing theirs, and she didn't want to be left behind. She didn't really go on dates or anything though, so she didn't know how it would happen. This was almost too perfect.

"Thank you Grace. You have no idea how much this means to me. You're saving my relationship here." Keira said, grabbing Grace's hands.

"It's nothing really. Besides, maybe it'll even be fun?" She was getting really excited at the idea. Still, this would be her first time, and she was a bit apprehensive. "You think he'll be gentle?"

"Of course. He's a sweet guy, and I'll be right there, making sure everything goes as planned."

Jim headed to Keira's straight after work. He had thought about skipping tonight, to see if maybe that would make his point a bit more, but he really didn't like to be away from her. He was surprised when he got there to see Grace's car in the driveway. He knew she usually dropped Keira off after school, and they'd sometimes hang out for a bit, but she was almost always gone by the time he got there. Besides, Keira knew he was coming over tonight. Was this about the night before? Did Keira invite Grace over to stop him from trying to have sex with her again? He hoped that wasn't the case. He really felt like he was wearing her down, and it'd be a pain to come all the way over just to watch TV with the girls. Another night of blowjobs might be frustrating, but it was definitely preferable to a night of Desperate Housewives.

He wasn't entirely disappointed to see Grace was here though. Grace was the opposite of Keira in a lot of ways, but she was just as hot. Where Keira was tall, athletic and tanned, Grace was short, petite and pale. Where Keira was blonde and had big boobs, Grace had black hair and b-cups. Keira tended to dress more preppy and Grace wore a lot more black. Keira was more outgoing, and a lot of guys would say she was the catch between the two, but there really was something about Grace that Jim was attracted to. He couldn't help but stare at her when she was around. He'd thought Keira might have caught him a few times but she'd never brought it up or been weird about it.

Jim went inside and found the living room empty.

"Hello?" He yelled out.

"We're in here!" Keira shouted from her bedroom.

That was a little odd. With Keira's parents out of town he'd thought they'd be watching TV. When Jim opened the door to the bedroom he found both girls sitting on the bed in just their shirts and their panties. They had magazines out on the bed and looked like they'd been hanging out for awhile.

"Oh, uh, sorry..." Jim said by instinct, backing away through the door.

"No baby, it's okay." Keira said, getting up from the bed. "It's just underwear." She walked over to her boyfriend, put her hand behind his head, and drew him to her lips. She kissed him passionately, putting her tongue deep within his mouth and doing circles around his tongue.

Jim was confused. While Keira wasn't shy about public displays of affection, this was full on making out in front of her friend. Her friend who, by the way, was much less dressed that he'd ever seen her. Jim reached his hand down from the small of Keira's back down to her firm ass and gave it a squeeze. She gave him an encouraging moan, so he reached his hand under her panties and squeezed her ass again.

"So how was work?" Keira asked, pulling away from him.

"It was, uh... it was good." Jim looked to Grace, who was staring straight at him, and then back to Keira. Neither girls were wearing bras under their shirts, and both girls wore thong panties. Keira's tits looked amazing in her tight white tank top, and Grace looked great in a form-fitting black t-shirt. "What's going on here?" Jim asked.

"Well," Keira said. "I know how frustrated you've been lately." Keira sat down on the bed next to her friend. "Things have been a bit hard on us, what with you wanting to go all-the-way, and me not being ready. So, I talked with Grace here, and we decided that you'd take her virginity instead." Grace looked down shyly.

"Did I hear that right?" Jim said, stunned.

"I want you to fuck to Grace instead of me to get it out of your system." Keira said.

"And you're okay with this?" Jim asked Grace.

"I, uh... I've been wanting to lose my virginity anyway. I know you're experienced, and Keira thinks it would be really good for you two. Honestly, I just don't think it's a very big deal." Grace said. She looked like she was gaining some confidence.

"So what do you say sweety? Do you want to fuck my friend here?" Keira asked, patting Grace on the leg.

"This isn't a trick, right? If I say yes, you aren't going to jump up and say you knew it all along or anything, are you?" It didn't seem like a trick, but this seemed far too good to be true. His dick was getting stiff just talking about it.

"No trick. I do have some guidelines though. First off, no kissing. You kiss me. You don't kiss her. Second, no foreplay. I take care of the foreplay. I'm your girlfriend, not her. Her vagina is here for your cock. She's my stand-in vagina. Everything else goes through me. Last rule: If at any point I say stop, or Grace says stop, we stop. Does that work?" Keira asked.

"That doesn't seem like a very magical way for Grace to lose her virginity." Jim said. He didn't like that he couldn't kiss her. Grace wasn't a whore. If he took her virginity, he'd want to do it right. He wanted to taste her pussy, he wanted to take her tits in his mouth, and, more than anything, he wanted to kiss her while he fucked her.

"It's not going to be magical. She's fucking her best friend's boyfriend. She wants to get her virginity over with, and you want to have sex. This takes care of that. This isn't supposed to be a real romantic night between you two. I'm going to do my best to keep you both pleased though." Keira said, a big grin coming across her face.

"Really, I'm okay with this. I agreed to the rules." Grace said. She still looked timid, but there was a look in her eyes that hadn't been there a minute ago. A look of lust that shot straight through Jim. That sealed it for him.

"Alright. I'm in." Jim said, returning Keira's smile.

"Good." Keira said. "Then come here."

Both girls were sitting up on the bed. Jim walked over to Keira. She placed her hands under his belt and pulled his shirt out and over his head. Then she turned to Grace and took her top off. Last, she reached down to her own shirt and pulled it over her head. Jim's eyes darted between the two of them. Grace's tits were perfect. They were b-cups, but they fit her frame perfectly, and looked larger than he'd imagined. The nipples were bright pink and perky, and it took everything he had not to move over to them and cup them in his hands. His girlfriend's breasts were amazing, and most men probably would have picked them over Grace's. They were much larger, with quarter-sized brown nipples, and very perky for their size. He loved Keira's breasts. They were one of his favorite things about her. That said, Grace's pink nipples drove him crazy, and he thought he preferred them of the two.




What are Friends For?



Next Keira unbuckled Jim's belt, and slid his pants down and off. She grabbed his boxers, and slid them off as well. Jim's erect penis flopped out of his boxers as Keira took them off, and pointed itself forward in the direction of her face.

When Jim's dick popped out Grace made an audible gasp. She had watched porn and had seen big penises before, but she hadn't expected Jim's to be so large. Keira's sub sandwich demonstration hadn't been far off! Jim's penis was probably ten inches and had considerable girth to it. She hoped it didn't hurt too much going into her pussy.

Keira grabbed Jim's cock with one hand, leaned in, and kissed it tenderly on the head. She did this three times with her lips, before opening them up, and began licking and kissing the tip of his cock. Jim wanted to look at Grace, to see her reaction to what was going on before her, but Keira was staring straight into his eyes, and he didn't dare look over. The last thing he wanted to do was add to any jealousy she may end up feeling over the situation. Instead he put his hand behind Keira's head, and pushed her down further onto his dick.

Grace was getting excited watching her best friend suck cock. She had never seen a penis in person before, much less seen two people engaged in something like this. She wanted to give it a try herself, but knew that would be breaking the rules. Instead she placed one hand under her panties and began stroking her shaved pussy.

Keira could hear Grace moan as she started to masturbate. It turned her on to know her friend was liking the show. She reached one hand into her own panties and began rubbing her clit, while she used the other hand to stroke Jim's cock in her mouth.

After several minutes of this she stopped what she was doing and pulled Jim down onto the bed with the three of them. She sat on his lap and began kissing him passionately. Jim massaged Keira's tits, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as she moaned in pleasure from his touch.

Grace took off her panties and threw them off the bed. She layed back now with her legs spread open, fingering herself while the couple made out in front of her. She made eye contact with both of them from time to time as they snuck glances her way. She had never done anything like this, and it was making her incredibly horny.

"Don't think I forgot about you." Keira said, climbing off of Jim and moving towards Grace. She climbed past her legs until she was laying over Grace, and then leaned in to kiss her. Jim couldn't believe what he was seeing. Keira had said she'd be making sure they were both pleased, but he hadn't really thought through what that meant. His cock got rock hard watching his girlfriend make out with a naked girl right in front of him. He leaned forward, grabbed Keira's panties, and pulled them off of her. He now had a great view of both girl's pussies. They were completely shaved, and both looked gorgeous, hovering just inches apart from each other.

He knew if he was going to break one of the rules, now was really the time to do it, while Keira was distracted. He wanted to respect them, but at the same time he'd never really touched Grace before, and he longed to see what it felt like. Let's see what happens when I stretch the rules a bit. He thought to himself. He started by rubbing Grace's leg. There was something about touching a woman for the first time that sent a charge through him. Her skin felt soft and cooler than he expected. If Grace was going to speak up, she'd do it now, but she kept silent at his touch. He rubbed his hand up her thigh and towards her pussy. As he inched closer she spread her legs wider, giving him better access.

He licked his ring and index finger on both hands. With his left hand he reached out and massaged Keira's pussy, and with his right hand he touched Grace's. Both girls made small moans as they kissed each other.. He massaged them both, but focused most of his attention on Grace. She bucked her hips up in response, and her moans became increasingly loud. Good. He thought. She's really into it

Keira broke the kiss, and as she did so Jim pulled his hands away. She looked back and flashed a wicked smile at Jim. Then she moved further down Grace's body, until her head was over Grace's pussy. Keira looked at Jim while she stuck her tongue out and ran it down Grace's slit. Jim could feel his cock twitch. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Keira ran it up and down Grace's pussy a few more times, before she started focusing her tongue on Grace's clit. Grace had never had anyone go down on her before, and she was loving it. Her breathing became heavy, and sexy moans and gasps kept escaping her lips. Grace made eye contact with Jim, and neither looked away as Keira lapped away at her.

Keira groped around behind her until she found Jim's cock and stroked it rigorously. Jim found Keira's pussy much wetter than the last time he'd touched it, and went back to rubbing her sweet spot. As far as Jim knew this was the first time Keira had ever eaten pussy, but she was doing it like a pro. Grace had started out breathing heavy, but it was becoming full on screams of pleasure as Keira switched back and forth from licking her clit to fucking her with her tongue. Jim didn't want Grace to have an orgasm before he had a chance to fuck her, so after a few minutes he pulled away from Keira and put his hand on her back.

"Sorry." She said, smiling and wiping off her face. "Got a little carried away there."

"I didn't mind." Grace laughed. She pulled Keira up to her and the two kissed again. Jim watched mesmerized as their tongues rolled together between their lips. Keira broke away, grabbed Jim, and stuck her tongue in his mouth. He could taste Grace's pussy on her, and kissed deeply, loving the taste. He had wanted to get it first hand, but this would have to do.

"Are you ready?" Keira asked, grabbing his cock.

Jim nodded, the words escaping him at the moment.

"How about you?" She asked Grace.

"Uh huh." Grace said. She was still a bit out of breath from Keira going down on her. She hadn't climaxed, but she was close.

"Okay Jim, come over here then, and lie over Grace, missionary-style." She pulled Jim over, and positioned her over her friend. Jim could tell Keira was getting off on being in control of the situation. Even though he would have rather been able to do whatever he wanted, he really did like the way Keira was taking charge.

"Okay, I'm going to put it in her. Be very gentle." Keira said, grabbing his cock and lining it up to Grace's pussy.

"Go slow." Grace said, looking Jim in the eye. She looked nervous again, but hungry for what was about to happen.

"I will. I promise." Jim whispered to her.

Keira rubbed the head of Jim's dick up and down the lips of Grace's smooth cunt. Jim could feel the wetness and warmth on his cock. It felt amazing. Keira lined him up to the entrance, placed a hand on his ass, and pushed him down slowly.

Jim moved into Grace's opening slowly with the pressure Keira was applying on him. He could feel her tightness enveloping him, and fought every urge he had to just plow into her immediately.

"Oh my god. It's so tight." Jim whispered. He pushed into her gradually, pulling back slightly and then forward whenever he encountered resistance. When he felt his dick reach her hymen Grace gasped in pain.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked.

"I'm okay. Do it." She said, staring at him. Her eyes were a deep blue, much dark than Keira's, and they stared lovingly at him. Was he reading too much into that look? He had to have her. Now.

He made one more push and felt her hymen tear against him. Grace shrieked out in pain and dug her nails into his back. Jim stopped moving.

"Oh god, it hurts!" Grace cried out. A tear ran down her face.

"Are you okay? Do you want to stop?" Keira asked her, moving to the side of the bed near her face.

"No, no. I'm okay." Grace said. She looked back to Jim. "Keeping going." She reached out her hand and Keira held it.

"I'm right here." Keira said. She leaned in and kissed Grace on the forehead, then on the mouth. Grace kissed her back, and soon their mouths were open, and their tongues were exploring each other again.

Jim could wait no longer. He pushed the rest of the way in, slowly, until he was buried deep inside her. Grace screamed against Keira's mouth, but they did not separate. The increased pressure of Grace's hand in hers hurt Keira, but she didn't let go, and neither girl stopped kissing the other. Jim pulled back, slowly, and then dove back into her. He had never felt a pussy as tight as this one. It was amazing. If that wasn't good enough, watching the small, shy girl he was fucking kissing his girlfriend at the same time ensured that this was the best sex he had ever had.

He began increasing his pace, getting more towards what his normal pace would be, but still holding back so as not to hurt her. Grace gasped, and pulled her face away from Keira, staring Jim in the face. Her right hand was in Keira's, but her left dug once again into Jim's back. Jim wrapped an arm under Grace's body, under the small of her back, and stared into her eyes. Grace moved her hand down to Jim's ass and grabbed it.

He wanted to kiss her so bad right then. Instead he looked over at his girlfriend, and began making out with her. This went on for a minute, with both girls grabbing his ass and pushing him downwards, while he plowed into Grace, pounding her at a steady rate.

"Are you ready to try on top?" Keira asked Grace.

"I.... uh... ya... okay..." Grace managed to speak out, while Jim continued fucking her.

"Alright babe, you'll have to stop for a second." Keira said. Jim pushed all the way into Grace, then grabbed her, and flipped her on top of him in one fluid movement.

"Woah." Grace said.

"Woah is right. That is a lot of blood." Keira said. There was blood all over the sheets where they had just rolled off of. In addition there was blood all over her Grace's inner thighs.

"Is it!?" Grace said, clearly worried.

"That's normal. Don't worry about it." Jim said, holding her to his chest with both arms and pumping into her with her on top of him.

Keira was surprised at how much she enjoyed watching this. She could tell Jim was really into it, maybe too into it, and she knew it should upset her. It really didn't though. Instead she was just turned on watching her boyfriend fuck her friend.

"You should try sitting up." Keira said. She pulled up on Grace's shoulders, and Grace sat up on top of Jim.

"How should I do this?" Grace asked.

"You can grind, or you can kind of bounce up and down. Whatever feels best for you." Jim said.

"I'll try both." Grace grinned at him. She started with bouncing. It hurt, since her pussy was still tender, but not at much as she thought it would. She started slow, sliding most of the way up Jim's cock, and then falling back onto it. As she got more comfortable she quickened the pace.

Jim had a great view. Grace's tits were bouncing up and down in front of him, and she had an incredibly sexy look of pleasure on her face as she gasped and moaned with each movement. Jim forgot the rules, and grabbed Grace's perfect breasts and began squeezing them in circles. Keira realized it was a violation, but figured it was a minor one, and let it pass. Instead, she moved up behind Grace, and began rubbing her clit.

Grace's body responded to this instantly. She made a low grunt, put her full body weight down onto Jim's cock and began grinding on it. Jim could feel his dick filling her up completely and pushing against the back wall of her pussy. He was surprised that she was able to take it all in and keep grinding down and back and forth on it. It felt incredible to him.

Grace reached back to put her arm around Keira's neck, pulled her forward and kissed her deeply. Jim had a full-body view of Grace as his girlfriend made out with her and massaged her clit. He hadn't thought there was any room for things to get better today, but this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He felt his climax closing in. He'd been trying to delay it as long as possible, but this was too much for him.

"I think I'm going to cum." Jim said.

"Don't cum inside her." Keira said with some urgency, breaking away the kiss but not the rubbing.

"No, it's okay. Do it." Grace panted.

"Are you sure?" Jim asked, trying to hold it back.

"Cum inside me. Please. I want you to." Grace said between labored breaths. Her eyes were locked on his, and she looked as close to cumming as he felt. "Cum inside me."

That did it for him. After all, she had said please.

He grabbed her by the hips and shot a load deep into her. She gasped at the sensation. Her moaning turned to screams as her orgasm overtook her. Jim's dick throbbed a second time, then a third, shooting more semen into her pussy. All the while Keira continued to focus her attention on Grace, working her clit with one hand and a nipple with the other.

Grace had never had an orgasm as intense as this one. She had toyed with masturbation before, but she had never penetrated herself, in fear that she might break her hymen. This sensation was so much stronger than anything she had been able to do to herself. Her fingers dug into Jim's chest, leaving red scratch marks beneath them. She spasmed on his cock over and over, Jim's cock ramming her with every shudder. Finally she crumpled onto his chest, his face meeting hers. In the back of her head she knew she wasn't supposed to kiss him, had been avoiding kissing him this whole time, but now, with her orgasm waning, she just didn't care. She thrust her mouth onto his and stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. Jim grabbed her by the back of the head and held her tight, meeting her kiss passionately.

When they had both finished cumming they broke their kiss. Grace's lay over Jim, breathing heavily, exhausted. Jim was starting to go soft, but he wasn't yet ready to exit her. He could feel Keira's hands massaging his balls, but he had no idea when she had started.

The three of them were silent for a moment. Jim held Grace in his arms, one hand on her back, the other on the back of her head. Grace got up from the bottom of the bed and sat at the side of the other two.

"How was it?" Keira asked. She had sounded in control earlier. Now she sounded a little nervous.

"It was so good. Thank you baby." Jim said. Grace was spent, and still hadn't looked up. "Thank you."

"You weren't supposed to kiss her." Keira said. Jim could see blood on Keira's hands. It could only be Grace's. He wondered just how much of a mess they all were.

"I know. I'm sorry. It just seemed to happen." Jim said. He still couldn't tell if Keira was hurt or happy. Grace moved her body down a bit and turned to look at Keira, her head resting on Jim's chest.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. The feelings were so strong during my orgasm I wasn't really thinking. I just kind of attacked him." Grace said. She didn't sound very sorry.

"It's alright." Keira said, smiling. "Just so long as there's still room for me." She leaned down and kissed Jim.

"Of course baby. You're the coolest girlfriend ever. Who else would arrange for me to have sex with their friend like this?" Jim said.

Grace felt down at her pussy, and her hand came up with blood.

"Oh god. I'm sorry. Your sheets must be destroyed." Grace said.

"Don't worry about it." Keira laughed. "Let's just all get showered up and then I'll get rid of the evidence."

Jim slowly slid out of Grace, eliciting a quiet sigh from her as he did so. The three of them made their way to the bathroom together, and Grace could feel Jim's cum leaking out of her as they walked. They hopped into the shower. It was crowded, but not too bad, and they all took turns cleaning each other.

"Did it hurt real bad?" Keira asked Grace while she rubbed her down. Jim knew there were lots of reasons Keira wanted to wait, but not the least of which was her fear of the pain.

"At first, it hurt like hell. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to bear it, and I thought the whole thing was going to feel like torture. Then, pretty quickly, the pain faded away and all I could feel was the pleasure of it!" Grace said.

"I'm glad. I tried to go gentle. At least at first." Jim said, smiling. He was starting to think that smile might be permanent now. "Are you okay with everything Keira?"

"Yes. I want to be with you. I love you. I'm just not ready to have sex. This way we all get what we want." Get, not got. Jim was keenly aware that she had chosen the present tense of those words. Hopefully this wouldn't be the last time he'd be fucking Grace. "I am super horny though. That was the worst part of watching you two."

"Well, we might be able to do something about that." Grace said, cupping her hand over Keira's pussy.

Keira's parents were gone four more days, and Jim made sure to come by each day to spend time with the girls. Keira still didn't let him fuck her, but thanks to their new arrangement, their relationship had never been stronger.



What Are Friends For?



Being an emergency room nurse can be very hectic and stressful. So on the weekends, several of us cut loose at the local dance club. "Cutting loose" includes a great deal of alcohol, dancing and generally raising hell. And if we are really lucky...sex!!

The group I go out with is a very tight knit bunch from the emergency room that include nurses and paramedics. All of us are female. Well, sort of. There are six women, and then there is Ken. He fits in perfectly with our little group, because as far as he is concerned, and the rest of us as well for that matter, he is just one of the girls.

A bit more about Ken. As you may have already guessed, Ken is gay. Way gay, as he describes it. On the outside, he looks perfectly "normal". He is ruggedly handsome, has a killer smile, and a muscular, toned body that most women would drool over. But you spend more then a few moments with Ken, and it becomes very obvious what he is all about. His mannerisms, voice and his quick wit all scream GAY! But he has a heart of gold, is a fantastic nurse, and one of my very best friends.

When we go out, Ken and I are both the life of the party. Especially when we have some alcohol on board. We are wild, uninhibited and game for almost anything. I think that is why the other gals like going out with us. And they all feel safe with Ken, because they know they can have a great time with him, and yet they don't have to fight him off like a drunken sailor wanting to get into their pants. And God forbid someone try anything stupid with one of us. Ken would tear them apart!

I have been trying to tell Ken for some time now that he is probably bi instead of gay, but he just has not acted on it. An assertion he denies. But more then once, while bumping and grinding on the dance floor, I know I felt a hard on pressing against my ass. The other gals have mentioned the same thing. And once, while having an argument at the table about his trying women, I pulled up my halter top, exposing my c-cup breasts. I asked him if these looked good enough to eat or what. He leaned over and licked a nipple and then admitted that they were tasty. The other gals all howled and loved it.

One night, we again were at the club. It was very early in the morning and too far from closing time. I was pretty drunk and extremely horny. Being drunk always makes me super horny anyway, but you add in all the bumping and grinding I had been doing all night and I was really out there! Ken, who was pretty drunk himself, had been on his cell phone for the last half hour. I could tell from what little bits of the conversation I could hear over the loud music that he was having a fight with his boyfriend. After hanging up, I could see his face was flushed red and he was very upset. He grabbed me by the hand and took me outside. He said he needed some fresh air. Both of us were sweating from the hot, stale air inside the club, so I thought it was a good idea.

Outside, he started pacing back and forth. He was ranting about how unreasonable his boyfriend was and how pissed off he made him all the time. I knew he just needed to vent. The night air was not helping either of us cool down however. It was mid July, the temp was still in the 80's and very humid. I took en to my SUV at the back of the parking lot and turned on the a/c. The cold air felt good. My nipples thought so as well, as they started to poke through the thin material of my strapless tube top.

Ken started to calm down, but was still a little pissed. "You going to be alright?" I asked.

"Yes" he said. "But you know what this means. No action for Kenny tonight."

Ken had told me before that when we go out, like me, he gets extremely horny. he always goes home and wakes the boyfriend to work it off. But I also know from past history that when hey fight like this, the boyfriend is less then receptive to Ken when he gets home.

I reached over Ken and opened the glove box. I too out a small bottle of coco butter hand lotion and handed it to him. "There ya go big boy." I said. He looked at me with a puzzled look. "Hey, you are bitching that you are all worked up with no relief in sight, so whip it out and go for it."

It suddenly dawned on him what I was talking about. "Are you fucking nuts." He asked. "You want me to just whack my meat in a public parking lot where anyone could see? Not to mention doing something like that right in front of you."

"Look" I said. "My windows are very tinted, someone would have to have their nose right on the windshield to see in, plus we are at the back of a dark parking lot. Who's to see? Besides, what are friends for? And I promise not to peek."

This made him chuckle. He then looked around as if check out how private we actually were. Yet he was still hesitant. So i decided to take the bull by the horns. He needed a little "push", and as horny as I was, I was just the gal to give it to him.

"Ok, pussy, I'll go first." I reached across him again and pulled out a small cloth bag from inside the glove box. I then pushed my seat back as far as it would go and reclined it slightly. I kicked off my shoes and then reached under my short leather skirt. I lifted my ass off the seat and pulled off my soaking wet thong, which I discarded into the back seat. I then put one bare foot on the steering wheel and the other leg I placed across the center console and onto Ken's leg. There is an advantage of being short. My skirt was hiked above my waste and my shaved bald pussy was in plain view. I reached into the bag and pulled out a thin 4" vibrator. I had larger ones at home, but this smaller one was for emergencies. With Ken watching opened mouth at my boldness, I started to run the buzzing vibrator across my soaking wet pussy lips and erect clit.

"Ooooh, God that feels good" I purred. I leaned my head back against the seat as I enjoyed the buzzing sensation against my sensitive lips. "Come on chicken shit, join me" I dared him.

He apparently needed no further encouragement. Ken quickly unsnapped his pants. As soon as he unzipped, his semi erect cock sprang out. I had a feeling he had not been wearing underwear. He opened the bottle of lotion and poured a good amount onto his hand. He then immediately wrapped it around his growing cock and started to slowly stroke it. Once his cock had become fully erect, it appeared to be about 7" and very beautiful.

"God, Ken. It's beautiful" I said.

"You really think so?" he asked. He placed his palms against pubic area, causing his cock to stick out even further for my inspection. It took all my self control to not swallow it whole.

"Trust me sweetie. I have seen a lot of dicks in my time, and that one is gorgeous". he just smiled and went back to stroking.

I continued to moan out loud as I ran the vibrator over my pussy. As horny as both of us were this was not going to take long. As I watched him stroke his cock fro head to balls, I slipped the vibrator easily into my drenched pussy and started pumping it in and out in time to his stroking. He was watching also. He had one hand cupping his large balls as the other continuing jerking hard dick.

My nipple were straining against the fabric of my tube top and begging to be released. With a quick yank, the top came down and my bare breasts were exposed. I then lowered my hand and started to furiously rub my rock hard clit as my other rammed my vibrator in and out of my pussy, no longer concerned with keeping pace with his stroking's. I was too close for that.

Ken could sense my approaching orgasm. Knowing there would be no objections on my part, he reached over and placed a hand against my right breast. he kneaded the soft skin and then took a hard nipple between his fingers and rolled it between them.

"Oh, fuck ya" I moaned out loud. I was so close. I started panting out loud and used all four fingers on my hand to stroke my clit as hard and fast as I could. I closed my eyes as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me. My whole body shook and my ass came off the seat. I pulled the vibrator out and placed it directly against my hard clit. Wave after wave hit me, sending me into absolute orbit. I came so hard I felt myself squirt juice against my hand.

The sight and sound of me coming was enough to send Ken over the top. I had heard him grunting, but lost in my own orgasm, It had not registered with me until I felt the first stream of his hot come splash across my bare leg. I opened my eyes in time to see three more long spurts of thick, white cum spray from his beautiful cock, soaking his hand and pants.

We both sat there for several moments basking in our respective afterglows. We then looked at each other and laughed out loud. I reached out and touched his cheek. "I hope that helped." He laughed again.

I reached down and took some of Ken's cum off my leg with my fingers, then raised it to my mouth. Very tasty.

"Hey, that's mine bitch" he said in mock protest.

"Fuck you bitch. It landed on MY leg so it belongs to ME". We both laughed again.

I took out some wet ones from the glove box. it took some time for us to clean up and get dressed. Once we did, we exited the SUV and walked back to the bar. We stopped just in front of the front door.

"Thanks for helping me out" he said.

"Hey, what are friends for?" We then shared a very sweet kiss.

Just before we went inside I said "I have a confession to make".

"What?" he asked a little puzzled.

"I peeked"

We were laughing so hard when we went back inside that people thought we were crazy.



What Are Friends For



Batman sighed loudly when his watch beeped nine pm. It was Halloween night and Josh, in the Batman outfit, waited at the suburban street corner to car pool with some friends to an underground party somewhere in the city. He had been waiting since a quarter past eight. His 'friends' had stood him up – again. 

Josh berated himself for getting his hopes up, he should have known something like this would happen. It was not the first time they had done this to him. There was no point in calling their cell phones either. He squared his shoulders and started the long walk home. It wasn't far, just a couple of blocks, but he did feel silly to be out in costume. It felt fine when he knew he was on his way to a party but now he was extremely conscious. 

There was nothing to do now except go home. He would have to try getting past Mr. and Mrs. Brown, the kindly couple who rented him the loft above their garage. He didn't feel like explaining himself to them and having to endure their sympathy. He took off the cowl as he continued walking. Music blared from some of the houses he passed and there wasn't much traffic on the road. His costume was not the best outfit for an evening stroll and it was a good thing the streets were brightly lit.

Suddenly a car honked from behind, making him jump. 

"Hey Batman, need a lift?" came a familiar feminine voice.

Josh peered into the car. He couldn't make out the driver but he recognized the voice. 

"Wanda?" His voice caught just a little bit. Wanda was his hot neighbor from next door. She ran a trendy bar somewhere in the city. Josh knew she had a least good ten years on him but he found her attractive and at times, downright seductive. 

"Hop in, Josh." 

"Thanks," Josh said as he opened the passenger door. In the soft light, he saw that Wanda was dressed a white, baggy shirt, with huge, fluffy sleeves, a soft collar and lacy cuffs. She kept the top three buttons open, revealing lots of cleavage and glimpses of her black bra. She wore fitting black jeans and knee-high boots. She let her long blonde hair drape sensuously over her shoulders. 

"Is everything alright? You're back early tonight." Josh knew her routine almost by heart. He had known her for almost two years now. 

"Everything's cool, my staff are running the place fine so I'm giving myself the evening off." 

Josh couldn't think of anything else to say after that so he just stared at the road ahead. Wanda checked him out from the corner of her eye. 

"Neat costume, where are you off to?"

Josh kept his eyes on the road. "Actually, I'm on my way home. I was late and missed the car pool," he lied. 

She nodded her head slowly, her chin jutting out as if she was making up her mind about something. 

"Josh, I know you well enough to know that you're never late. You want to talk about it?" 

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not. The wound's still raw – that kind of thing."

"Okay," Wanda didn't press on. "What are you doing the rest of the evening then?" 

"Probably put on a movie or something..."

"Don't be silly, we shouldn't let that costume go to waste. Why don't you come over to my place?" 

"Don't you have plans for the evening?" Josh wanted to spend an evening with her but he knew she would be doing it out of sympathy. He did not need sympathy. 

"Well, I was supposed to go over to a friend's this evening but I could always change the venue. How does Batman feel about spending an evening with older people?" 

"Hey, Batman's almost twenty so you don't have much of an advantage age-wise – unless your friend's ancient or something." 

"Naw, George's twenty-something and very good looking. I'm the old hag tonight although I'm sure there's a thing or two I could teach you." She winked at him. Josh's heart sank though. The other guy's name was George. He was the odd one out.

"Wanda, you should go ahead to your party. I'll be fine."

"Come one, you won't regret it." 

"Okay, but only because you look so good for an old hag." 

"Flatterer." Wanda pulled into her driveway and switched off the headlights before she turned off the engine. She probably did it for Josh's benefit – the Browns kept an eye on all the comings and goings in their neighborhood. With the lights off, they wouldn't be able to make out Josh at Wanda's front door. 

By the time she got the door open, Wanda was already on her cell phone with her friend George. 

"Hey G, it's me. Listen, change of plans. I won't be able to make it to the party. I'm having a friend over instead. Why don't you come over? Yeah, come in costume. Great. See you in half. Ciao ciao." 

She held the door open and ushered Josh in. This was the first time he had ever entered her house. They usually talked in the garden, at the fence between the two houses. 

"Make yourself at home." 

Josh looked around. Her place was tasteful, feminine. A huge cushy sofa dominated the living room. It looked like a photo from a Laura Ashley catalogue. 

"Mask on, Josh, and it'll stay on, okay? Let's keep in the spirit of the evening." 

"Sure," he nodded. He pulled the cowl back over his head. "What will you be wearing?"

"Nothing. You know who I am but you don't know George and George doesn't know you. Drink?" Wanda gestured to the well-stocked mini bar hidden in the corner of the living room. Josh asked for a soft drink. 

"Oh, don't be such a pussy," Wanda waved his choice away. "Live a little."

Josh blushed in indignation. "Okay, tequila then, please."

"That's better." Wanda poured out two glasses, took out a saltshaker and some lemons. She sliced the lemons and put them on a plate. Then she handed a glass to Josh. She took the other. 

"Lick, shoot and suck."

"Huh?" Josh had no idea what she meant but it brought some wild images into his head. 

Wanda rolled her eyes upwards. "You lick the salt. You shoot the tequila down your throat and then you suck the lemon, got it?"

"Oh, yeah. Got it." Josh did as she instructed and nearly killed himself in a coughing fit.

"You okay?" Wanda laughed as she slapped him on the back. 

"O-okay," Josh sputtered as some of the liquid fire continued burning its way down his throat. 

Wanda gave him a long searing look. She seemed to be making up her mind about something. 

"You know, Josh, you're a really nice guy. Too nice, in fact. You let those jerks you call friends walk all over you." 

"I was late...," Josh started but she shushed him. 

"No, you let them get away with crap like that because you lack the confidence to stand up to them."

"I don't have that many friends..." Josh finally admitted. 

"First rule of friendship – reciprocity: you do something for them and they do something for you. It goes in both directions." Wanda pressed on. "In your case, you give, you give and you keep on giving. That's not a basis for any relationship." 

"You're right, Wanda," Josh nodded. "But it's not easy making new friends. I'm not exactly Mr. Personality."

"So go out and meet new people instead of taking shit from the same crowd. Just be yourself and if people like you for you are, you've got yourself a friend." 

"That's easy for you to say, you're pretty and you're successful. What have I got?"

"Dude, looks and money have nothing to do with it. It's about being comfortable with yourself and finding those who are comfortable with you."

Josh didn't have anything to say to that. Wanda was right. He should find himself some real friends. But where would he start? 

"I'll introduce you to some of my friends and they'll introduce you to theirs. Eventually, you will find you own crowd," Wanda said as if she read his mind. She poured him another glass. "Here, drink up."

"I don't think I could..."

Wanda regarded him with her hands on her hips. She had a naughty look on her face. 

"Friendship means reciprocity, remember. You do something for me and I'll do something for you. For instance, you take ONE drink and I'll take off ONE piece of clothing. What do you say?" 

"W-what?" Josh couldn't believe his ears. He could feel his loins stirring.

"You heard me. Think you have what it takes to strip me – naked?" She emphasized the last two syllables.

"What about the first one I had?"

"Cover charge, smart ass." 

Josh didn't want to argue. He took the glass and emptied it in one gulp. This time it seemed to burn hotter than the first time. 

"Good boy," Wanda smiled. 

Instead of unbuttoning her half-open shirt, she pulled it off completely over her head one smooth motion. She stood before him in her black bra, taunting yet defiant. Her blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders. Josh felt his erection press against hard rubber.

Wanda poured him another shot. "Don't forget the salt, it lessens the burn. The lemon enhances the flavor." 

"Uh, I forgot." 

Wanda moistened her cleavage with a wet finger and sprinkled on some salt. Then she took a slice of lemon between her teeth. "You won't for the next time."

"Go on," she nudged him with her breasts.

Josh felt excited and nervous at the same time. This was turning out to be the best Halloween yet. He slid his tongue into her cleavage and slowly licked the salt off. Then he gulped his tequila before timidly sucking the lemon she held between her teeth. Their lips met briefly. 

"You're a shy one. How long you can stay shy?"

Wanda fixed her gaze on him and undid her bra without breaking eye contact. Josh tried his best to look into her eyes but could not resist from staring at her lovely pink nipples. 

She took his gloved hand and laid it on her breast. 

"Mmm, they fit just right."

"Excuse me?"

"Anything more than a handful is a waste."

Josh blushed. Her breast did fit nicely in his gloved hand. He gave it a squeeze. It was so soft. His glove rubbed against her nipple and she sighed. 

"I am hoping you'd do more than squeeze them," Wanda flashed him a naughty smile.

She squeezed a bit of lemon juice over her erect nipple and indicated to Josh with her head. Josh lowered his head to her chest and took a nipple into his mouth. It tasted of sour lemon. He twirled the little knob in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Wanda took the other breast in her hand and offered it to him. Josh made sure to pay equal attention to both nipples. 

Then she grabbed Josh by the bat-ears and kissed him on the mouth hard. She pressed her body closer to his as his hands explored her back and buttocks. They felt firm. He grabbed a handful of each buttock and pressed her closer to him. She broke off their embrace and laughed with her head back. 

"Now that's more like it!" 

Josh threw all caution to the wind and ravaged her exposed neck. She let him have his fill before pushing him back. 

"I'm thirsty!" 

"So am I," Josh retorted but he poured her a glass and watched as she downed her shot with ease. 

"Now you take off something, Batman."

Josh felt uneasy as he took off the lower half of his costume. He unzipped the rubber pants from the side and stepped out. He had on only his briefs, which had bat insignias on them. There was a significant bulge between his legs. 

Wanda gulped down another shot of tequila. 

"Get those off now, Bats."

Obediently, Josh took off his briefs, liberating his stiff member. It stood at full attention.

"Oh my," Wanda gasped before raising her hand in a lewd parody of the Nazi salute. "Sieg Geil!" 

Geil means 'horny' in German. Josh laughed at the little joke. It made him feel less silly standing in his Batman costume and naked from the waist down. He had always felt inadequate about his small dick. The other guys teased him in the showers but none of them ever realized how big the monster could grow. As a result, Josh went through high school without exposing his true potential. Maybe it was the mask but tonight he felt he could anything and be anyone he wanted to be. 

Wanda interrupted his thoughts when she dropped to her knees and proceeded to mouth his cock. It felt warm and wet in her mouth. Josh groaned softly. It felt good. 

Just then, the doorbell buzzed. Josh cussed silently under his breath as Wanda got up and ran for the door. 

"It's George," she declared after checking through the peephole. She flung the door open without bothering to cover herself. Josh quickly swept his cape around to cover himself. 

An angel walked through the door in costume, not an angel precisely but Hawkgirl. Josh recognized the character from the popular Saturday morning cartoons. Her outfit consisted of a strapless yellow brassiere and a pair of tiny red hot pants over green leotards. Her mask, which took the form of a raptor's head, covered the top half of her face, accentuating her sensuous lips and allowing her red hair to flow out from underneath. She had on a pair of red boots with yellow stripes drawn on it to simulate claws. On her back, she wore a pair of fluffy angel wings. She must work out because she wore the form-fitting costume like a second skin. Her breasts filled out the brassiere nicely and her bare shoulders looked tantalizing. 

Hawkgirl stopped to kiss Wanda full in the mouth. It was passionate yet quick. Josh gaped. 

"Josh, meet Georgina... George, Josh," Wanda made the introductions. 

"Hi!" George/Georgina chirped, holding out a hand. Josh just shook her hand. He was too startled to speak. 

"I hope I didn't come at a bad time," Georgina winked at his cape-covered crotch before turning back to Wanda. "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" 

Wanda produced a shot glass from behind the bar. She poured out a shot and handed it to Georgina. 

"I just got a load of this when you showed up," Wanda continued nonchalantly pushing his cape aside to show Josh's erection to Georgina. Josh flushed in embarrassment, the red in his face matching the redness of his cock. Georgina fanned herself.

"My, my," she nearly whistled in amazement. 

Wanda winked at Josh as she gave him another shot of tequila. "Now why don't we stop the games and get comfortable?""

She led Josh towards the sofa while Georgina dimmed the lights. Wanda's living room became aglow in red. The main source of light came from a lava lamp in the corner. 

"Let's get you out of these rubbers," Wanda said as she unbuckled and removed Josh's costume part by part. She took off his cape and then his gloves. Josh stood still. Then she knelt to slide his boots off one by one. He was now naked except for the cowl. Then she pushed him onto the sofa. She turned to the expectant Georgina. 

"G, your turn."

Georgina squealed in delight and proceeded to remove her leotards. Her hot pants came off at the same time. She pulled them down in a swift motion, bending over and giving Josh a great view of her bare behind. When she stood up again she flashed her pussy to an appreciative audience. She even managed to remove her leotards with her red boots on. Josh had never seen a red bush before. Georgina had her patch trimmed into the shape of an arrow, pointing towards her vagina. She was a natural redhead. 

"Do you want to touch?" She asked Josh as she swayed her hips slowly in front of him, naked except for her mask. 

Josh reached out and caressed her thighs. He didn't want to seem too keen by going straight between her legs. He traced the length of her legs, enjoying the sensation. Evidently, she liked it too. Wanda went behind Georgina and did something to cause Georgina to sigh softly. In turn, Georgina bent forward, forcing Josh back and giving him a good look down her cleavage. His hands roamed past her hips and across the sides of her brassiere. Then he reached the sides of her breasts and touched bare flesh. 

"What are you waiting for?" she asked demurely.

Josh traced his fingers along her shoulders before sliding them into her brassiere and cupping her breasts. They felt soft yet firm. He had never felt anything like this in his life. Just touching her made his erect cock jump. This got Georgina's attention and she lowered her head to lick it. 

This proved too much for Josh. He exploded the moment her lips touched the sides of his shaft. He shot into her mouth and onto her mask and face. Georgina squealed as sperm hit her. She stood quickly. Wanda popped a questioning look over her shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Josh tried to cover his ejaculations and making a mess everywhere. 

Georgina rushed off to the kitchen, taking off her mask as she went. Wanda gave Josh a sympathetic look. 

"It's okay, honey. These things happen. Why don't you go wash up in the bathroom?" she indicated in the opposite direction. 

Josh went without a word. How much can one guy screw up an evening? He found the bathroom and washed himself over the sink. He looked at his reflection in the mirror as he did so. He was really a pathetic sight; his skin was pale, skinny and he held his limp, shrinking penis in his hand. At that very moment, he hated himself. Why did he have to be so pitiful? 

There was nothing else to be done for the rest of the evening. He would march out there, clean up his own mess, apologize to Georgina and get the hell out of there. He squared his shoulders in determination and walked off to the living room. 

When Josh got there, Wanda and Georgina were embracing on the sofa. Georgina had her mask back on but both of them were naked. Josh could not help staring as the two goddesses locked in a passionate kiss. Wanda's body was fuller, her womanly curves warm and enticing. Georgina's was beautiful to admire, sleek with youth and vitality. Josh covered his crotch with a free hand, holding a rag in the other. He didn't belong but he didn't want to interrupt either. 

Wanda broke the embrace to look at Josh. When he opened his mouth to speak, she held a finger to her lips and beckoned him to sit down beside her. Josh sat obediently where she indicated, between the two of them. Georgina gave him a smile as if to say that all was forgiven. Josh would have smiled back in returned but Wanda kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth. 

Georgina leaned over to lick at Wanda's nipple. Her own breast brushed against Josh's hands. Josh fondled them gently, rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Wanda broke off her kiss to lean her head back. Josh could see that she was massaging herself down there. He followed Georgina's example and took Wanda's other nipple in his mouth. 

After a few minutes of this, Wanda pushed them away gently and laid herself on her back. She spread her legs before the two of them, her fingers still massaging her wet vagina. Georgina gave Josh a smile and kissed him. She guided his hand towards Wanda's left nipple while she took the right. They tweaked her nipples while taking turns to lick Wanda's wetness, their tongues often touching. Wanda spread her legs even wider; she made soft moaning noises, enjoying the attention. Josh felt himself harden for the second time that night. Georgina noticed his erection and gave him a wink. She reached down and cupped his balls in one hand. She took Josh's hand in the other and laid it on her breast. The she kissed him. Josh had his hands full – one hand on Wanda's breast and the other on Georgina's. Life was good! 

Wanda looked up from her reverie. A smile crossed her face when she saw her two friends getting along but she did not want to be left out. 

"Hey, what about me?" she pouted. 

Georgina turned to Josh. She said, "You stay," and started kissing her way towards Wanda's mouth. Josh was left with a great view. Soon Georgina was mouth to mouth with Wanda. Their breasts rubbed against one another. Georgina positioned her arse directly in front of Josh. He wasted no time in kissing and squeezing her warm flesh. Then Wanda spread her lower lips with her fingers. 

"Josh, I want you inside me." 




What Are Friends For



This is it, Josh thought to himself. This is how I lose my virginity. He entered her easily, surprised by the warmth and lubrication. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Masturbation certainly never felt like this. He slid his entire length into Wanda, who took it all in without protest. She was moaning but Josh wasn't sure if he was her sole source of pleasure. Georgina was French-kissing Wanda. She wiggled her arse in front of Josh's face, as if to say she didn't want to be left out of the action at the other end. Josh started pumping his hips into Wanda. He grabbed Georgina's thighs and brought her behind to his face. He kissed each buttock before licking her sphincters. This brought a delightful squeal from Georgina but she didn't not move away. Josh lowered his head under Georgina and inserted his tongue into her vagina. He found that if he stuck his tongue out to its maximum length, he could actually reach her clitoris! It was tiring, his jaw ached and he could barely breathe but the sensations he felt were like nothing he ever knew. 

The three of them formed a pyramid of pleasure on the sofa. They moved in sync with one another - kissing, licking and fucking. Wanda was the first to come. Her moans took a deeper turn. Perhaps it was contagious because shortly after, Georgina started crying out too. The sound of both ladies coming brought Josh to his threshold. Wanda moans were low and sensual while Georgina's excited screams drove him wild, made him feel like a man. Very soon, he felt that familiar pressure build. Guided by pure instinct, he drove each thrust into Wanda and buried his face between Georgina's legs. He gave himself in to the sensation and exploded a second time that night.

When he finished, Josh lay exhausted on the sofa. When he opened his eyes again, he found both ladies smiling fondly at him. 

Georgina's Hawkgirl mask was slightly askew. Her red hair fell across her shoulders. A few stray strands lay teasingly on her breasts. She played with Josh's limp penis, which had sunk back to its original size. 

"The force WAS strong in this one," Wanda said as she winked at Georgina, who leaned in to give him a light peck on the cheek. She said, "Next time, it'll be my turn!"

"It's a deal."

Josh could not stop smiling underneath his Bat cowl. He looked at both ladies, their bodies glimmering with sweat. He understood what Wanda meant earlier that evening. Friendship wasn't about changing yourself to suit your friends. It was about being yourself. The one thing that made him unique, he had given it to his friends and they had accepted him. And they, in turn, gave back as good as they got. That was friendship. 

Happy Halloween! 



What Are Friends For



Jackie called her husband Max during his lunch hour to tell him she had a surprise waiting for him at home. Max didn't have any idea what it could be but was curious. Max hurried straight home after work only to find Jackie gone. There was a note on the table instructing him to get cleaned up. Thinking they were going out to dinner Max did as the note said. 

Jackie arrived while Max was in the shower followed by her friend Jessica. Both women wore revealing lingerie covered by a long overcoat. Jackie went in the house to see where Max was and signaled to Jessica that the coast was clear. Jessica went to the guest room and set up her laptop while Jackie turned on the webcam in the bedroom and took off her coat. 

A nude, clean shaven Max walked into the bedroom smelling of Polo, Jackie's favorite cologne, with a questioning look at Jackie and her attire. Jackie was wearing a black see-thru baby doll with crotchless lace panties, black stockings with garters and stilettos. Before Max could ask what was going on Jackie walked over to him and started to fondle his package and kiss his neck. His hands found their way to Jackie's tits and teased her nipples. Max's manhood did not take long to respond and stand at attention.

Jackie had Max lay on the bed, where the webcam was aimed, and proceeded to kiss his chest and flick her tongue on his nipples. Max wanted to touch Jackie's hot pussy but she pulled away as he moved his hand towards her. Jackie reached into the nightstand and pulled out a set of 4 restraints. Max thought he was going to get to tie up his lovely wife and have his way with her when instead Jackie put them on his wrists. Jackie secured his wrist restraints to the frame of the bed, arms outstretched. Turning around so Max could have a perfect view of her round ass Jackie rubbed her pussy on Max's erection while putting the other 2 restraints on his ankles. Jackie secured these straps in the same manner as the first. Running her fingers lightly on the inside of his leg towards his waiting dick Jackie gave his shaft a long lick while looking at the cam.

Unknowing to Max, Jessica was watching this all take place from her laptop in the guestroom. Jessica was wearing a similar negligee but in red with the breast cut out and a red satin thong. Her fingers had already pushed aside the satiny material and worked her twat with slow, deep motions as her hips swayed slightly. Jackie told Jessica she wanted to surprise Max and give him the pleasure of having sex with two hot women at once. Since Jessica had always been attracted to Max, she did not hesitate to say yes, she would be more than willing to help. Jackie was also a looker and Jessica couldn't wait to taste her honey. In the cam Jessica saw that Jackie was putting a blindfold on Max. Jackie would be giving her the signal to join in shortly.

Jackie squeezed her ample breast around Max's stiff rod then moved them up his chest to his hungry mouth. While Max was sucking and licking the tits in his face Jackie blindfolded him with a silk scarf. Jackie turned facing the foot of the bed and put her anxious pussy in Max's face. Max was an expert at licking his naughty wife's snatch. Jackie lay on his buff chest in the 69 position as she greedily took his rod in her mouth, her long hair tickling his balls. 

Watching from the laptop Jessica saw the wave and hurried into the room at the end of the hall. The door was open so as not to make noise when she entered the room. This was the first time Jessica had ever witnessed someone having live sex and was very turned on by it. Jackie pointed to Max's dick and Jessica got the idea. Careful not to let her body touch him just yet Jessica positioned her head between Max's legs. Jackie moved her swollen pussy away from Max's mouth to hear his reaction. Since the head of Max's dick was in Jackie's mouth, Jessica ran her tongue down his shaft then sucked on his large nuts. That's when Max realized there was someone else.

Jackie moved off Max to let Jessica suck him off for a bit. Jackie removed the blindfold so he could watch the two sexy women work him over as she gave him a wink and a kiss. Jackie and Jessica alternated sucking that big cock while finger fucking each other. Max loved all the attention being lavished on him but wanted to use his hands. Jackie helped hold Jessica up while she squatted to place her tight twat on Max's throbbing dick. After a minute of only the head going in that tight little pussy, Jessica slid all the way down that big pole again and again making Max moan with ecstasy. 

Jackie released Max's restraints and he quickly went for Jessica's bouncy tits. While he cupped Jessica's twins, Jackie sucked on her large nipples, twirling her tongue around one and then the other. Jessica couldn't take it anymore and started to tremble as her juices ran down Max's balls. She slowly raised herself off Max's still hard prick and lay down opposite Max. With her ass up in the air, Jackie kneeled in front of Jessica's dripping cunt and gently lapped at her juices. No longer tied, Max got behind Jackie and pumped his member fiercely in and out of her waiting pussy. Jackie was munching on Jessica's taco in rhythm to Max's pumping and Jessica loved it. This was her first time being ate out by another woman but it wasn't going to be the last. Jackie licked, flicked and sucked her like no man ever had. 

Max pulled his cock all the way out of Jackie's wet beaver and slid it in her tight ass. Jackie gave a muffled cry around Jessica's muff each time Max rammed her ass that made Jessica moan. Max gave Jackie's sweet ass cheek a good slap that made all three groan. Max kept shoving his dick hard and deep into Jackie's asshole while smacking her ass until Jessica yelled out that was cumming in Jackie's mouth. That did it, Max shot his steaming load of goo in Jackie's asshole while her pussy clenched and spewed cum on the bed.

Drained and exhausted Max and Jackie fell asleep while Jessica showered and went home to her husband. 



What Are Friends For



Being an emergency room nurse can be very hectic and stressful. So on the weekends, several of us cut loose at the local dance club. "Cutting loose" includes a great deal of alcohol, dancing and generally raising hell. And if we are really lucky...sex!! 

The group I go out with is a very tight knit bunch from the emergency room that include nurses and paramedics. All of us are female. Well, sort of. There are six women, and then there is Ken. He fits in perfectly with our little group, because as far as he is concerned, and the rest of us as well for that matter, he is just one of the girls.

A bit more about Ken. As you may have already guessed, Ken is gay. Way gay, as he describes it. On the outside, he looks perfectly "normal". He is ruggedly handsome, has a killer smile, and a muscular, toned body that most women would drool over. But you spend more then a few moments with Ken, and it becomes very obvious what he is all about. His mannerisms, voice and his quick wit all scream GAY! But he has a heart of gold, is a fantastic nurse, and one of my very best friends. 

When we go out, Ken and I are both the life of the party. Especially when we have some alcohol on board. We are wild, uninhibited and game for almost anything. I think that is why the other gals like going out with us. And they all feel safe with Ken, because they know they can have a great time with him, and yet they don't have to fight him off like a drunken sailor wanting to get into their pants. And God forbid someone try anything stupid with one of us. Ken would tear them apart!

I have been trying to tell Ken for some time now that he is probably bi instead of gay, but he just has not acted on it. An assertion he denies. But more then once, while bumping and grinding on the dance floor, I know I felt a hard on pressing against my ass. The other gals have mentioned the same thing. And once, while having an argument at the table about his trying women, I pulled up my halter top, exposing my c-cup breasts. I asked him if these looked good enough to eat or what. He leaned over and licked a nipple and then admitted that they were tasty. The other gals all howled and loved it. 

One night, we again were at the club. It was very early in the morning and too far from closing time. I was pretty drunk and extremely horny. Being drunk always makes me super horny anyway, but you add in all the bumping and grinding I had been doing all night and I was really out there! Ken, who was pretty drunk himself, had been on his cell phone for the last half hour. I could tell from what little bits of the conversation I could hear over the loud music that he was having a fight with his boyfriend. After hanging up, I could see his face was flushed red and he was very upset. He grabbed me by the hand and took me outside. He said he needed some fresh air. Both of us were sweating from the hot, stale air inside the club, so I thought it was a good idea.

Outside, he started pacing back and forth. He was ranting about how unreasonable his boyfriend was and how pissed off he made him all the time. I knew he just needed to vent. The night air was not helping either of us cool down however. It was mid July, the temp was still in the 80's and very humid. I took en to my SUV at the back of the parking lot and turned on the a/c. The cold air felt good. My nipples thought so as well, as they started to poke through the thin material of my strapless tube top. 

Ken started to calm down, but was still a little pissed. "You going to be alright?" I asked.

"Yes" he said. "But you know what this means. No action for Kenny tonight."

Ken had told me before that when we go out, like me, he gets extremely horny. he always goes home and wakes the boyfriend to work it off. But I also know from past history that when hey fight like this, the boyfriend is less then receptive to Ken when he gets home. 

I reached over Ken and opened the glove box. I too out a small bottle of coco butter hand lotion and handed it to him. "There ya go big boy." I said. He looked at me with a puzzled look. "Hey, you are bitching that you are all worked up with no relief in sight, so whip it out and go for it."

It suddenly dawned on him what I was talking about. "Are you fucking nuts." He asked. "You want me to just whack my meat in a public parking lot where anyone could see? Not to mention doing something like that right in front of you."

"Look" I said. "My windows are very tinted, someone would have to have their nose right on the windshield to see in, plus we are at the back of a dark parking lot. Who's to see? Besides, what are friends for? And I promise not to peek." 

This made him chuckle. He then looked around as if check out how private we actually were. Yet he was still hesitant. So i decided to take the bull by the horns. He needed a little "push", and as horny as I was, I was just the gal to give it to him.  

"Ok, pussy, I'll go first." I reached across him again and pulled out a small cloth bag from inside the glove box. I then pushed my seat back as far as it would go and reclined it slightly. I kicked off my shoes and then reached under my short leather skirt. I lifted my ass off the seat and pulled off my soaking wet thong, which I discarded into the back seat. I then put one bare foot on the steering wheel and the other leg I placed across the center console and onto Ken's leg. There is an advantage of being short. My skirt was hiked above my waste and my shaved bald pussy was in plain view. I reached into the bag and pulled out a thin 4" vibrator. I had larger ones at home, but this smaller one was for emergencies. With Ken watching opened mouth at my boldness, I started to run the buzzing vibrator across my soaking wet pussy lips and erect clit. 

"Ooooh, God that feels good" I purred. I leaned my head back against the seat as I enjoyed the buzzing sensation against my sensitive lips. "Come on chicken shit, join me" I dared him.

He apparently needed no further encouragement. Ken quickly unsnapped his pants. As soon as he unzipped, his semi erect cock sprang out. I had a feeling he had not been wearing underwear. He opened the bottle of lotion and poured a good amount onto his hand. He then immediately wrapped it around his growing cock and started to slowly stroke it. Once his cock had become fully erect, it appeared to be about 7" and very beautiful. 

"God, Ken. It's beautiful" I said. 

"You really think so?" he asked. He placed his palms against pubic area, causing his cock to stick out even further for my inspection. It took all my self control to not swallow it whole.

"Trust me sweetie. I have seen a lot of dicks in my time, and that one is gorgeous". he just smiled and went back to stroking.

I continued to moan out loud as I ran the vibrator over my pussy. As horny as both of us were this was not going to take long. As I watched him stroke his cock fro head to balls, I slipped the vibrator easily into my drenched pussy and started pumping it in and out in time to his stroking. He was watching also. He had one hand cupping his large balls as the other continuing jerking hard dick.

My nipple were straining against the fabric of my tube top and begging to be released. With a quick yank, the top came down and my bare breasts were exposed. I then lowered my hand and started to furiously rub my rock hard clit as my other rammed my vibrator in and out of my pussy, no longer concerned with keeping pace with his stroking's. I was too close for that.

Ken could sense my approaching orgasm. Knowing there would be no objections on my part, he reached over and placed a hand against my right breast. he kneaded the soft skin and then took a hard nipple between his fingers and rolled it between them. 

"Oh, fuck ya" I moaned out loud. I was so close. I started panting out loud and used all four fingers on my hand to stroke my clit as hard and fast as I could. I closed my eyes as the first wave of my orgasm crashed over me. My whole body shook and my ass came off the seat. I pulled the vibrator out and placed it directly against my hard clit. Wave after wave hit me, sending me into absolute orbit. I came so hard I felt myself squirt juice against my hand. 

The sight and sound of me coming was enough to send Ken over the top. I had heard him grunting, but lost in my own orgasm, It had not registered with me until I felt the first stream of his hot come splash across my bare leg. I opened my eyes in time to see three more long spurts of thick, white cum spray from his beautiful cock, soaking his hand and pants.

We both sat there for several moments basking in our respective afterglows. We then looked at each other and laughed out loud. I reached out and touched his cheek. "I hope that helped." He laughed again. 

I reached down and took some of Ken's cum off my leg with my fingers, then raised it to my mouth. Very tasty.

"Hey, that's mine bitch" he said in mock protest.

"Fuck you bitch. It landed on MY leg so it belongs to ME". We both laughed again. 

I took out some wet ones from the glove box. it took some time for us to clean up and get dressed. Once we did, we exited the SUV and walked back to the bar. We stopped just in front of the front door.

"Thanks for helping me out" he said.

"Hey, what are friends for?" We then shared a very sweet kiss.

Just before we went inside I said "I have a confession to make".

"What?" he asked a little puzzled. 

"I peeked"

We were laughing so hard when we went back inside that people thought we were crazy.



What Are Friends For



I have to admit, at first I was shocked by the idea but the more I think about it, the more I like it. Cheryl has a kinky side to her and I guess maybe that is why we are best friends. 

For her to ask if I would mind helping satisfy her son Josh's sexual appetite so his ex-girlfriend wouldn't trap him and get herself pregnant, it sounds logical and the fact I'm horny as hell doesn't hurt, either. But being divorced for almost a year and practically in heat, this might just be what the doctor ordered.

"So, have you thought about what we talked about?" Cheryl asks me. 

"Well, I guess it would only be what a kind and loving friend would do to help, I don't want Josh to feel neglected this summer." I tell her.

"And the fact you're horny has nothing to do with it?" She asks me.

"Just a little." I respond.

The thought of being fucked by a twenty year old has me creaming in my panties. Crossing my legs doesn't help the ache and I sense from Cheryl that she is as turned on as I am, she just can't cross that line-but I can. Even more than she can imagine. Let's see how she likes what else I thought of.

"You know, I feel kind of bad in that Josh is going to be so lucky and Mark will be so lonely. I'd hate to break the twins up since they like to do everything together." I say.

Fucking both of them, I do have to admit that the thought of fucking two rabbits at the same time just makes me want to cum right here and now. All that sticky cum shot all over me and all summer too. What forty-one year old women wouldn't jump at the opportunity.

"I was wondering if that thought had crossed your mind." Cheryl says.

I bet it crossed your's by the way you keep squirming in her chair. I always new you had a kinky side; I can have some fun with this and tease her mercilessly. 

"Can you imagine all that hot cream shooting all over me, not to mention inside me. I bet they could fuck me for hours." I say.

"You slut, how am I supposed to sleep tonight picturing what you just said." She tells me.

"Want me to have them take pictures?" I ask.

"You would, wouldn't you?" Is all she says as we both smile at each other.

It will be so easy to seduce Josh and then just open the door for Mark as well. Since watching sex videos on my computer while ramming my pussy with that big dildo seems to be what I am doing more and more lately, making believe my computer has a problem to lure Josh over will be so easy. Maybe' I'll even leave that big blue dildo in plain sight, that will get his attention.

"Hi slut, I'm going to start fucking your son tonight. Send him over and tell him my computer is acting up." I tell her.

"I'll even have him take a shower first, you little whore." Is all she says.

Cheryl and I are like sisters, even more since her husband died and my divorce. Maybe this whole thing is kinky but no one is being hurt and I am so horny. Just the thought of fucking both boys just has me soaking.

Let's see, my short black robe and barely tied, that should get him excited. Plus that big dildo sitting right out in the open, won't hurt either. I need this bad.

"Hey Josh, my computer has me so frustrated. I was watching a video and it just rebooted by itself. Would you look at it." I say.

Perfect, his cock is sticking straight up. Let him have a good look at me, it's not like him and Mark haven't checked me out before. But this time, I think he knows something more is going on here.

"Nice robe." Is all he says.

This kid is no virgin, he knows how to tease and I have to admit that it is taking all my strength not to pull down his shorts and suck his cock right here and now. Wait and play this game a bit longer.

"It's in my bedroom." Is all I can utter.

Sitting in my chair with my dido just a foot away and acting like he is unaware of its presence, just drives me wild with lust. I untie my robe; it doesn't matter any more about pretense. I just want to fuck him. 

Reaching over and picking up my fuck toy, I stroke it slowly as he watches my every movement. Soon I'll be stroking the real one and feeling that hot semen all over me. 

"Everything looks ok, what video did it crash on." He asks as he notices my robe wide open.

At forty-one, I work out hard and still look like a twenty something. Small boobs and a flat stomach, plus that shaved pussy just grab his attention. I can see his dick just begging to be set free and be sucked.

What video? I didn't think that far ahead, Think fast and make it hot; I know which one will work. He'll fuck me for sure now.

"Try that one." I say.

Two guys and a girl kissing, this one is hot. I can't stand here and wait for the whole thing to play. Reaching down, I move the mouse and advance the video to almost the end.

"Let's see it where I left off." Is all I can say in a whisper.

Watching as two cocks slide in and out of that girl's asshole and pussy just drive me beyond shame. I drop my robe and rub my soaking pussy up and down his arm as I watch that poor girl's ass drip cum while still being fucked in her cunt.

"I'd love to feel myself being stretched apart with both holes filled." I moan.

Watching his hand slide between my thighs and feeling those fingers rubbing my clit. This kid knows how to treat a woman. I can already feel myself on the verge of cumming.

"Rub faster." I moan.

My knees almost buckle as I feel the wave over power me. This kid is so hot, is all I can think.

"Fuck me." I say.

"Now I know what mom meant when she said you had a cream pie waiting for me after I fixed your computer." He says.

"C'mon baby, shoot that cum in me and I'll let you watch the cream pie drip out of me." I moan.

Cheryl, you whore, you just let your son know he was coming over to fuck me. What you really want is that cum inside you, but first I want it. Then I'll deal with you. 



What are Friends For?



"What are friends for?" Sally asked.

I just smiled. Sally and I had been lovers for about a month, and had explored all kinds of pleasures. I had been very apprehensive about anal sex, and even with her constant reassurance, I was reluctant to try it. You have no idea how good it feels, she would tell me time and time again. It didn't do anything for me when my old lover had attempted. I think he was too aggressive, hence my constant reluctance. I had never even done it with my husband of ten years, nor had he pursued it. After several days of thinking, I finally decided it might be worth a try.

"I'm telling you", Sally said, "you will love it." 

I first met Sally at a porn shop while picking up a gag gift for a friend. We shopped together and after paying for a purchases, spent time in the lot chatting. One thing lead to another, and by the next afternoon, we had begun to explore each others hot bodies. We fell in love almost instantly, a fact that surprised us both, but we both had interests in pursuing a bi-relationship for some time, so it all seemed to fall in place naturally. I couldn't get enough of her hot pussy. There were days when we couldn't meet, and I would pleasure myself just thinking about being with her. I felt as if I couldn't get her at least once a week, I was not going to make it to the next time we met. 

We normally met at Sally's house, but her husband was running a meeting there, and with my husband out of town, my place would be the place for our weekly love session We started the evening as usual in the hot tub. Thankfully both of us had one in our homes. The warm water was always such a great way to unwind and relax. Neither of us had kids, so there was no time constraints. We both also had husbands that traveled a lot. The aroma of the candles burning added to the atmosphere. The glass of wine added too. Sally wanted the evening to be perfect. We both took great prides in caring for each others bodies, so I knew I was in good hands. "When was the last time you emptied your bowels?" she asked. 

I hadn't that day. 

"Lets do something about it." 

She asked me to get out of the tub, and wrapping a towel around me she led me to the bed. She asked me to lie there for a few minutes. I heard her in the bathroom, and wondered what he was up to. She came back in the room, and in her had she carried an enema bag. I had never had, one so I was normally apprehensive. Sally, knowing me well, quickly saw the fear and reassured me. "I want to make sure everything is perfect." 

She told me to lie on my side, and hung the bag from the rail in the poster bed. She then took some lubricant, and told me she wanted me to be comfortable, and gently rubbed the lube all over my virgin hole, and even slide one finger in my tight ass. I gasped, and she told me to relax. She massaged my ass, and I could feel the tension begin to leave. 

"The water is warm." she instructed. 

She inserted a small tube, and after it was placed, she told me to slow breath. I could feel the water enter my bowels, and after a few minutes I felt as if I could take no more. She told me I had to lie there for some time in order for it to work. I didn't know if I could hold it, and she told me she could help. She went to the dresser and came back with a rubber plug, and told me this would help. She rubbed it well with lubricant and inserted it in my ass. Securing it in place, I knew the water would not be released, but the pressure seemed to build. She then asked me to lie on my back. I turned, and she began to stroke my clit. I told her I had to empty the water from my bowels, and she said I had no choice but to wait. It was necessary to hold it as long as possible. The intense pressure was building, but I now found myself focusing on Sally rubbing my clit. She stroked it in circles, and I wanted her to go on and on. It seemed as if the pressure in my bowels and the feeling of wanting to cum all merged into one feeling. Sally soon began to lick my pussy, sliding her tongue in and out of the waiting and wet slit. Her fingers probing, caressing. Sally was a lover who was always eager to please, and her mouth knew exactly what my pussy wanted. She continued until I could no longer hold off. I want to cum and to release the water all at the same time. The feeling was so fucking incredible. I moaned and moaned and asked Sally to take out the plug. She allowed me to climax, and then removed the plug. I ran to the toilet and emptied all the contents. Sally then had me return to the bed. She again said I had to repeat the procedure. Again she inserted the fluid, but this time, allowed the bag to completely empty into me. The pressure was absolutely intolerable and I felt as if I was going to cry. She again inserted the butt plug and told me I had to wait even longer this time. She told me to get on my knees, and when I did she began to fuck my already saturated pussy with her biggest dildo. While she fucked me, she rubbed my clit, and again I felt as if I could not control the built up pressure in my ass and pussy. She leaned in and whispered that soon my wanting ass would be begging for something this big to be in it. I could not imagine this at this point. Sally fucked me until I again came and begged her to stop. She knew how to get to me. I was then allowed to empty my bowels, and she then said I was clean. We retuned to the hot tub, and she washed my back. I was sitting with my back to her and she reached under me, and began to rub the crack of my ass. Slowly, as if she was the master of some game. 

"You know you like this. Admit it." 

I had to. She knew exactly what made me feel good. She then began to push her finger in my ass, and I felt myself lean forward to help in making room. Rub your clit for me she asked. I complied and began to run my aching, and very hard clit. Sally often would have me masturbate for her pleasure, and I always complied. I could feel myself again begin to climax, and Sally knew I was close. She then instructed me to get out of the tub, and I did. We went back to the bedroom, although this time she asked that I get on my knees on chair, and lie forward on the bed. I did as she asked as if she had total control over me. She then tied my legs securely to the seat of the chair, and tied each of my hands out straight to the opposite poster on the bed. I felt a bit frightened at first, but she continually reassured me, and I soon felt as if I was under a spell. She began my massaging my ass, kneading it. Slowly at first, but then aggressively. She had warmed some oil, and I could smell the almond scent. She poured it over my ass, and separated my cheeks. I could feel the warmth run down towards my ass. 

"What is important," she said, "is to start out slowly at first. Trusts is also important. You do trust me, right?"

"Of course I do."

Sally never hesitated from the beginning of our relationship to take the lead when we were together. I often wondered if Sally had more experience before we met, and just led me to believe she did not. 

Sally knew that I was becoming uncomfortable in the chair, and began to talk to me in a more soothing voice. This was one of the things I liked most about Sally; her ability to take control of the situation in an almost motherly way making me always to feel more at ease. Yet at the same time, Sally always demonstrated the coolness of being the more dominant, almost master-like person in the relationship. This was confusing to me at times. Was Sally more of a mothering type or more of an aggressive player, in which I was the slave and Sally the master? I always felt safe, but at times I had to admit, I was almost at guard. 

"Take some nice deep breaths." 

Sally made sure that the silk scarves were tight enough to keep my arms out straight. The rope around my legs secured me to the chair, and the pillows under me insured Sally my rump was elevated high enough for Sally's complete inspection. 

"I'm going to massage your lower back with some warm oil. Just like you like, remember?" 

I loved the feel and the smell of the almond oil Sally brought to our lovemaking. It was soothing, and added to the experience. My husband and I never did anything like this. I had to admit, compared to what I shared with Sally, my sexual life at home was pretty dull. I never felt ignored by my husband, but I always felt there was something missing. Sally always added something. Sally had warmed the oil, and began massaging her lower back. 

"Feels good huh?" 

"Mmmm yes." 

Sally wanted me to feel as relaxed as possible, keeping in mind she wanted to pleasure my virginal ass. 

"Keeping relaxed is the key." 

Sally dumped the oil between the crack of my rump, and I could feel the warmth run down between my legs. Sally began to rub the area between my rump, and I could feel myself tense a bit. 

"You will love this, I promise." 

Sally then began rubbing her finger around my very tight bud, and as she continued I could feel myself relax, as well as becoming once again excited. Sally's fingers traced my slit, and I could feel my wetness increase as she did. Her fingers probed my hot pussy, while her other hand continued to rub my tight virginal hole. Slowly she began to insert fingers, and immediately I could feel myself tense a bit. In a soothing voice, Sally told me to relax. 

"I bet this will feel good." 

Sally began to lick and caress my hole with her tongue. Moaning, I told Sally I liked it, and not to stop. Sally's skillful tongue probed, and sucked, and licked, until she could feel my hole relax around her tongue. 

"Oh God, that is so hot," she said. 

"Your hot," said Sally. 

As I relaxed under Sally's spell, Sally began increase her pace with one finger. 

"I think you are ready for the next step." 

Taking a small vibrator, she inserted in my ass, and began to slowly fuck my hole. 

"That's it baby. One step at a time till you'll want more." 

My rump was so pink, and being elevated with all parts quite visible, made Sally all the more excited about being in control. 

"I hope you don't mind being tied. I think it will add to the experience for you." 

Massaging my clit, and probing my hot wet slit, made me want to cum so bad, but every time Sally thought I was close, she slowed to hold me off. 

"Time for more oil." 

As Sally added more oil, she also removed the vibrator. 

"I want it back. Oh please." 

Sally bit my rump and told me to be patient. Sally then took a larger vibrator and began to fuck me once again. 

"This is one of my favorite toys." 

"I'm so hot Sally." 

"I know Baby, I know." 

Sally then added a dildo to my hot pussy, and began to fuck me, slowly.

"Oh baby, I'm going to make you cum for me. I want you to beg for it baby." 

Sally continued to fuck my pussy and ass in a similar rhythm, making me want to explode. I couldn't imagine what Sally had in mind for the grand finale. Sally stopped and removed both toys from my ass and pussy. 

"Time to stop for a bit." 

Sally then got on the bed, and sitting between my tied and opened arms, Sally sat with her pussy inches from my face. 

"I'm so hot baby. Time for me to pleasure myself a bit." 

Sally began to stroke her very throbbing and hot clit, making me watch. I could actually feel my clit throbbing, and I wanted to lick Sally's slit so bad. "Please move closer." 

"Not yet hon." 

Sally then took the vibrator and moved it in and out of her soaked pussy, and teased me into watching. Sally was definitely hot, but this was too much for me to watch. Sally took the oil and rubbed on her tight ass, and then took a dildo and placed in her ass. She began fucking herself, and seemed to forget I was there. It wasn't long before I watched Sally explode right before me. I felt as I was going to explode. My arms attempted to loosen the ties, but to no avail. I had to wait. Sally seemed to cum and cum in a multitude of times. 

"Ohhhh baby, wait till you feel how good that feels." 

Sally then got off the bed and went to the closet. Pulling out a box she had stored in the closet, she took out a huge black strap on. The thickness was an impressive sight, as was the 10" length. 

"This is all for you." 

I thought I would faint, and I was suddenly afraid, despite the need to cum. 

"It's too big. I can't." 

Sally seemed to be mesmerized on the huge cock she held in her hand, and I wasn't sure despite my excitement if I could go through with it. 

"I keep this for special times, and this is special." 

I told Sally I wasn't sure, and she came to me and began rubbing the huge rubber cock between the crack of my ass reassuring me in her most soothing voice. 

"Oh baby, you can. I'll show you how." 

She laid the cock on the bed right next to me, so that it now seemed even larger. Once again her tongue began to flick my once again tight hole. Her tongue darting in and out, and over it with huge lapping movements. Sally had me again under spell. Her fingers began to probe me, one at a time, adding one at a time, until she had several pumping me. She reached for the cock and I could imagine her strapping it on. She grabbed the bottle of oil and once again poured it over my ass. She reached under me, and adjusted the pillows and I felt as if my ass could not go any higher. 

"Oh god I love your ass, " she moaned. 

She began to rub my slit again, and before long had the biggest of several dildos pumping my pussy. I could feel the warm oil and my juices running down my thighs. I was close to cumming, and Sally knew. She placed the huge head of the cock against my hole, and I could feel a small jab, as the head popped the rim. Initially, there was a small pain, but as she continued to pump my pussy with the dildo, I wanted her to push the cock deeper in my ass. 

"More." was all I could moan. 

Sally then told me to beg for it. 

"Baby, you want it, you have to tell me." 

The cock then backed out, and my hole was left empty. I hated being teased, and this was the worst Sally had ever put me through. 

"Sally, please, Oh please." 

"What is it you want hon?" 

"I want that cock in my ass. Fuck me hard Sal." 

Again the head popped through the rim, and this time she moved it in further. "How's this?" 

"Oh yeah." 

Again she pulled it out, and by now I couldn't stand it. I begged her to fuck me hard and long, almost screaming. I could not get enough of the huge cock. Finally after begging for what seemed like an eternity, Sally began to fuck my ass hard. She continued to pump my pussy, and with the two cocks pumping, and I exploded in a multitude of wild orgasms. I finally had to beg her to stop. Sally too, exploded. She collapsed on my back, and we shared the afterglow together. I no longer had a virgin ass.

Sally then got up and said, "Now it's my turn." 

I could not imagine she wanted more. I had never seen her like this. She again went to her toy box and pulled out a big red rubber cock she called "Big Red." The cock was 3 inches in diameter and 12 inches long. I felt like she would tear me in half. I began to shudder. 

Sally looked at me, and said, "This is mine hon. Not yours." 

She untied my hands and legs, and assisted me with strapping the device on.

"Now it's my turn hon." 

Sally got on her back, and pulled her legs up. 

"Lick me hon." I had never done this, but was slightly intoxicated at the thought. It took me no time to get into licking and sucking at her hole. She was so relaxed. 

"Get the lube hon." 

Taking the tune out of the drawer she instructed me to cover her hole and the red cock. 

"I'm so ready baby." 

I placed the head at her hole and began slowly to penetrate it. Sally pulled me into her, and with one fast thrust, I had entered her. 

"Pump me hon." 

I fucked Sally hard and fast, and within minutes she exploded. The pleasure I felt in fucking her ass was unbelievable. I wanted to go on and on. I finally understood how Sally felt being in control. I removed the cock after a bit, and soon collapsed into Sally. 

"I told you it would be good. Besides, what are friends for?" she asked with a smile.