3 comments/ 45375 views/ 11 favorites A Friend in Need Ch. 04 By: hubbylovesit Amber had been a total slut the night before, sucking and fucking me in every position after she had been licked by Tom. He hadn't said anything which surprised me, but then again she told him to keep it a secret, and he had been pretty quiet the few days since it happened. She told me that she had left him a nice wet pair of panties yesterday, and after I went to bed, he had practically begged her to suck him again. Amber had been especially horny lately and I could tell she was enjoying teasing him by rubbing him in the hallway when I was in the next room, or by letting him play with her ass. It was all about not being caught. So that night Amber and I agreed that I would park down around the corner like I was working, and sneak back in the house, and hide in our closet. So around 6 I left, parked my car, and doubled back to the house before the got back. Panting I saw they weren't home yet then let myself in, and headed for the closet. Reaching it, I sat on the stool I had in there, and waited. About 15 minutes later, Amber arrived and just hit the bedroom when Tom walked in the house. He must have seen my car wasn't there because he came right for the bedroom and just stared as Amber turned around to face him. There she was, her blouse unbuttoned and half open, with most of her firm 36c titties showing. She looked so sexy as Tom walked over to her, and pulled open her top, exposing her full breast. His hand massaged it as he kissed down her neck. She leaned into him, her mouth open as she felt his cock through his blue-jeans. I was getting hard watching the two of them, not sure where this would end up. My eyes watched as she started to get hotter as he pulled her blouse off, and licked her areola. Slowly his tongue flicked at her hard nipples while she unzipped his pants. As soon as she pulled down his jeans, I could see his thick cock straining against his white boxers. Her hands rubbed it making it even harder. Suddenly he pushed her skirt up, exposing her black crotch-less panties. He smiled seeing her hot pussy lips sticking out of them. Almost instantly he pushed her back on the bed, and he slowly positioned himself on top of her. With her legs apart she spread her pussy lips for him with one hand, and the other guided his 7 inch cock towards her dripping pussy. She rubbed his fat cock head against her dripping lips as he breathed heavily. He eased the purple mushroom head in and it was so hot to see her gasp as he entered. A glazed over look overtook her face as he grabbed her hips, and pushed himself completely inside her. I watched as she bit her lip while his ass moved up and down as he fed her his cock. My cock was throbbing, and started to hurt as I saw her back arch, and she moaned while cumming on his cock. "Hold your legs up for me." Tom told her as she pulled them up towards her head. Seconds later I could see his cock glistening with her cum juices. They fucked that way for several minutes, then growing tired, he lay back on the bed, waiting for her to join him again. By this time I had unzipped my pants, and was slowly jerking my cock. Even though Tom was thicker than me, he was only an inch longer, but it was so exciting to see her service him. I guess that's why it turned me on so much to see her climb on top of him. She faced him, and slowly eased onto his thick cock. For some reason from this position he did look bigger, and she started slowly riding him while he grabbed her hips, controlling the speed. She pulled his head to her breast as she rode him, her breasts starting to bounce with each thrust. "Uhhh, that's it," she groaned. "I'm so close." she said as her wet pussy ground into his hard cock. His pubic hair was wet from her juices, and I could see that his balls were too, I didn't know how much more I could take of seeing my wife with him, before I could explode. "That's it Amber, cum allover my cock." he told her thrusting up against her pussy. That only seemed to excite her more, hearing him talk dirty to her and she rode him faster. "You like my big cock don't you?" She didn't answer at first and he asked again. "You like it don't you?" "Yes," she whimpered as he drove into her harder. His cock making slapping sounds against her pussy. Then she leaned over on top of him as he spread her pussy lips and held her ass while he thrust faster. "Cum for me Amber, allover my cock. Cum!" With that she writhed against him, their bodies thrusting and moaning as she shuddered. I knew from experience that by this time her pussy was gripping his cock hard and it make me all the more excited. She recovered for a few minutes, and then turned around, and rode away from him. From this direction it looked like she was reverse cowgirl, but she could stare right at the closet, knowing I was there. She smiled as she lowered her pussy on her lovers cock. Inch by inch she slid down while he grasped her breasts. She moaned as that cock met with her waiting pussy. I knew she was enjoying herself, and even more so knowing I was watching. With one hand she pulled at her taut nipples, while sliding up his cock. Then as she slid down she grasped his balls and squeezed them while she rode. She took him to the brink of cumming which she always did me, and then backed off. Finally tiring, she slid off of him and laid down on the bed once more. As Tom moved towards her, I expected him to try to fuck her again, but instead he went around the bed towards her head, and presented his cock. For a moment she looked at it, because she hadn't ever tasted her own juices before. She opened her mouth, and tasted the head, then Tom slid most of his cock into her open mouth. His hands went around to the back of her head, and he built up a rythym of fucking her mouth. I think at first she didn't like it, but his hands slowly went to his sides, and she really took to it. Her mouth slid up and down his veiny thick cock, licking her juices from it. She pulled it up and licked his hairy balls as he groaned, then deepthroated him again. "Get up on the bed," he grunted apparently tiring after a few minutes of her sucking. She jumped up and got on her hands and knees. It didn't take but a moment for Tom to smile as he saw her dripping pussy presented for him. Her hands were underneath her, spreading her delicate pussy lips as he moved closer. They both grunted as he slid his rigid pole into her with one thrust. Her breasts bounced back and forth as he slid in and out of her, slowly at first. Then he sped up and even from where I was at you could hear slapping sounds of their skin as she bounced back to meet his thick cock. For a good 15 minutes straight he slammed into her. By this time I was jerking my cock so fast, by the time he had made her cum a second time doggie style, I was on the verge. Amber looked so sexy there, as her back arched, her face tense as she came hard. He didn't stop fucking her, even through her orgasm. That did it for me, my cock tensed up and I pulled at my balls as I spasmed allover the closet floor. She had cum a total of 3 times now, and she was resting on her elbows, as he fucked her. "Cum for me Tom, come on." she begged him. He grabbed her hips and kept fucking her as she groaned. "You want me to cum?" he asked her panting. "Yes. Fuck. Cum!" she begged him again. "In your mouth?" he asked. "No!" she told him looking back at him, their eyes meeting while he pounded her. "I want you in my pussy." He looked at surprised as I was, I thought she was going to suck him off. Was she really going to let him cum in her, unprotected? "You sure baby?" "Yes! Come on Tom. Cum for me," she panted, still looking back at him. I had seen this look before, it was when she was in total slut mode. "God, I'm almost there." he gasped. "Yes! Cum right in my tight pussy. Use me Tom!" Tom slowed down for a moment, and I could tell from his face he was cumming. Amber's mouth was open wide as she was cumming, hard. She reached under him and pulled at his balls, squeezing them as he emptied his load into her. For a few minutes they ground against each other, milking each other dry. Finally she fell away from him, tired. She told Tom that I would be home soon, and he showered quickly in our bathroom, then headed off for work. As soon as he was gone I stepped out of the closet. "Did you like?" she asked. "Yes. I came watching you two." I told her. " I couldn't believe you let him cum in you though." I said looking her over. She was worn out from the heated fucking. "You wanna see what he left." she asked me smiling. I nodded yes, then she spread her legs. She had been laying on her back, and when she opened her legs, there was a stream of Tom's cum running out of her pussy. "I know I've been a dirty girl," she told me. "but I need to be cleaned up before we head to bed." she said smiling. I knew that this had been a fantasy of hers, and mine too. "Mmmm, " she groaned as she guided my head to her sopping pussy. "Now be a good man and clean up this mess your friend made." she said smiling. "And maybe I'll get you that girl you've been wanting to bone." A Friend in Need Ch. 04 Sometime around dawn I woke up on the couch and moved to the bedroom. I slept until noon and when I awoke I felt surprisingly refreshed and alert -- surprising because I'm not at all a morning person and it always takes me a while to get all systems firing. I made a pot of coffee and made breakfast and took my time eating as I read yesterday's paper. All the curtains were open and the day was as hot and sunny as yesterday had been. When I was done eating I stayed at the table in only my boxers and had more coffee. I thought about work, about stuff that needed doing at the shop this week, and I thought about Colleen and the things we had talked about the night before. I felt bad for her, because I surely knew what she was feeling and thinking, yes I certainly did. When Heather and I first broke up, once I got over the shock of my marriage imploding, I was scared shitless that I was never going to get laid again -- damaged goods, and who the hell wanted that? Not that getting laid was the only loss I felt, of course, although it was a big one -- the sex had been the only part of the marriage that had worked well and we fucked often and variously and a guy got used to that kind of action pretty easily -- Heather liked sex and she was just kinky and dirty enough to be fun without being gross or weird. And like Colleen, Heather had only ever been with one guy in her life -- in this case, me -- and as such the relationship had offered me a chance to mould her in my image, as it were. I took her cherry, I taught her to suck my cock the way I liked it, I patiently and tenderly fostered in her an enthusiasm for ass-fucking. Just about anything I was into, with enough patience I could get her into as well, with one notable exception: she couldn't swallow cum. Not just swallow -- to even take it in her mouth would set off the gag reflex and although she kept trying, there was just no way she could get past that block. So you can imagine my enthusiasm, once I started seeing other women again after the breakup, to come across (no pun intended) so many women for whom taking a load in the mouth presented absolutely no problem whatsoever. And it didn't take that long after the breakup to make these discoveries. In spite of my self-pitying worries about never getting laid again, the exact opposite turned out to be true. As it turned out, after a dry spell of only about a month, I had my first fling with a woman from work -- I was still at Gen-Tech at the time -- a clerk from accounts payable named Joanne. After Joanne there were a couple of other women at work before I decided it probably wasn't wise to keep getting my meat where I got my bread and so, confidence restored, I started looking further afield for my bed-warmers. I had wanted the night before to bring all this up with Colleen to show her that her current blues were normal and just temporary, that there was hope for her yet, in spite of whatever she might be feeling at the time. But I couldn't really come up with a way to do so that didn't seem crass -- although we shared a no-holds-barred friendship, Colleen wasn't as, well, depraved as I am, I guess. A sweet kid. I took my dishes to the sink and looked out the window to the "patio" -- which was actually the roof of the apartment below mine, but was used by the building's tenants as a hangout, a place to barbecue and sunbathe -- and there was Sharon from upstairs doing just that (the sunbathing, not barbecuing). Sharon was about 45 and was what you'd call Reubenesque -- not fat, but plump and deliciously curvy and blessed with a pair of the most magnificent tits I had ever seen. For the most part, I'm not that into really big tits, but these things were so round and inviting that whenever I saw her (usually wearing a shirt cut just low enough to show a hint of cleavage) I had a hard time keeping my eyes off them and I almost always got a boner. The bikini she wore on the roof this time was even better -- there were no laws of physics that could explain how those small triangles of fabric were holding those magnificent jugs in place as she reclined on a chaise, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, her blond hair tied back in a pony tail. Her legs were crossed at the ankle and glistened with oily lotion. I watched beads of sweat run down her chest to disappear into the crack between her tits and my cock hardened instantly. My eyes not leaving her, I absent-mindedly reached down and started stroking my cock, which was poking through the fly of my boxers. I got so wrapped up in my reverie that it didn't register at first that she had gotten up from her chaise and was walking toward my kitchen door. I snapped out of it when she knocked. Shit. "Just a second," I said, trying in vain to stuff my cock back into my shorts. Luckily the blinds were down on the door so she couldn't see what was going on. I rushed into the bedroom, grabbed my jeans off the floor and stuffed my hard-on into them before answering the door bare-chested. Sharon was smiling up at me, her sunglasses pushed up on her head and her blue eyes sparkling. She was about five-two, a good head shorter than me, and her tits were almost poking me in the stomach as we faced each other. "Hi Dave," she said. "I thought I heard you moving around in there. Would you mind?" She held up the tube of sunscreen and I needed no other explanation as my cock strained against my jeans. "Sure," I managed to say. "Let me put on some shorts, and I think I'll join you, if there's a free lawnchair out there." "OK," she smiled. I changed into a pair of cutoffs and was outside in no time. Sharon had reclined her chaise to a fully flat position and was lying on her stomach, still smiling as she watched me approach with a couple of cans of Coke. I handed her one and she handed me the tube of sunscreen. At the same time, I noticed that the straps of her bikini top were now undone. "Awww, aren't you a sweet boy," she said as she opened her can of pop. I sat on the chaise next to hers and opened mine, trying not to stare at her. I looked around our rooftop; the place wasn't exactly built for privacy, with windows from at least a half-dozen neighbouring apartments looking directly out onto us and one of the buildings next door having a space exactly like ours of its own. In fact, the rooftop patio was what had sold me on the place originally. Not that having a neighbour like Sharon wasn't also an enticement of its own. "Hey, you fall asleep?" she said, snapping me out of my reverie. "How about a little service here? Before I burn to a crisp." "Huh? Oh, sorry." I got up and bent over her. There were so many places that I wanted to begin that I couldn't choose, so I just closed my eyes and squirted a big glop of lotion between her shoulder blades. Sharon squealed and for a flash I thought she was going to jump up and give me the full view of those magnificent tits. As it was, I could already see quite a bit of them where they spilled out, mashed between her chest and the chaise. Lucky chaise. "Oops," I said. "Sorry. Was that cold?" "A little," she said. "Just caught me by surprise, that's all." She settled back into the chaise with her face cradled on her hands. I reached down and tentatively spread the white lotion around her shoulder blades. Sharon got up on her elbows again. "OK, you're going to have to do a lot better than that," she said. She adjusted her hips and kicked her feet up and down. "Climb up here and dig right in. What kind of a masseur are you, anyway?" "You wish is my command," I said. OK, now I knew where this was headed. (Well, I had had a pretty solid inkling before, but you know how it is -- you don't want to jump the gun and blow it.) I straddled her thighs and settled down. "Is that OK? Not too heavy?" "That is just fine. Now get to work!" I squirted more lotion into my hand and started to work on her back, starting up at the shoulders and working my way down. I started with circular motions, spreading the lotion, then I added more lotion and started kneading her more firmly, the lotion-spreading morphing into a massage. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That's really nice." Encouraged, my hands started roving further down her sides, rubbing up from her waist to her chest and spreading lotion on the side of her tits. Sharon's smile widened. "Why don't you get some on my legs too?" she said. I slid down and started to work on her legs, starting at the ankles and moving up the back of her thighs. As I worked, Sharon parted her legs and I could see the golden hairs of her pussy sticking out of her bikini. My cock by now was raging and I tried as casually as I could to adjust my shorts. This only made things worse when my cock slid down and the head poked out from the left leg of my shorts. "You OK?" Sharon said. "All aces," I said, my voice croaking a little. "Could you get some on my bum? I got a bit of a burn there last time." I leaned forward and squirted some lotion on each thigh just below the cheeks and gently rubbed it on the skin that wasn't covered by the bikini. Sharon started to moan again so I got bolder, sliding my hands under the fabric. "Yeah," she sighed. "That's it." Alright, I figured, enough friggin' around -- time for bold action. I reached under the bikini again and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and kneaded, gently at first but gradually more firmly. Sharon was rolling her hips now and I kept up my massage. Her ass reminded me of Heather's -- in the later years of our marriage she had put on some weight and her ass had become plump and full, with round cheeks that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. I was having a hard time resisting that very impulse with Sharon squirming underneath me, her breath coming in pants. So was mine, for that matter. The bikini bottoms consisted of two triangles of white fabric held at the sides by two strings tied in bows. With a quick motion, I undid both bows at the same time, and before I had a chance to think twice about it or for Sharon to protest, I peeled back the cloth covering her crack. The fabric had rode up a little into her pussy and when I pulled it out, there was a wet spot on it; her lips parted slightly and I could see that she was soaking wet. "Yeah, baby," Sharon breathed. Leaning in, I resumed massaging her asscheeks. Every time I pulled them apart, her pink asshole winked at me, and her pussy lips opened moistly. I could smell her pussy, the aroma mingling with that of the sunscreen. "Oh my god, Dave, that feels so good." I retrieved the tube of lotion and squirted some at the top of her ass crack, then slowly rubbed it between her cheeks with my thumbs. When I reached her asshole, I rubbed over it with just a little bit of pressure and continued down to her pussy. I used the same technique with her pussy, just lightly passing my fingers over it before starting the journey back upwards. I repeated this process a couple of times before Sharon let her breath out in a loud sigh. "Fuck!" she said. Her hand reached down underneath her and found her pussy and she started to rub her clit. "Oh my god, Dave, you're going to drive me crazy!" "I'm just getting started," I said. I ran my thumb up and down the crack of her ass and when I reached her asshole, I pressed and my thumb popped in. Sharon caught her breath sharply and when there was no protest, I pushed it in farther, then slid it out and in again. "Jesus, Dave," she hissed. She was rubbing her clit furiously and I replaced my thumb in her ass with my middle finger and fucked it in and out with a steady rhythm for a minute until I couldn't stand it any longer. I pulled my finger out and Sharon groaned in protest. She turned around to look at me and finally I saw her tits, her hard nipples surrounded by big pink aureolas. I undid my shorts and pulled them down in a second. Sharon moaned when she saw my cock. "Are you going to put that thing inside me?" "You're fucking right I am," I said hoarsely. I climbed between her legs again and Sharon continued to frig her clit. I retrieved the tube of lotion and squeezed a big dollop into my right hand and rubbed it all over my cock. When it was good and slick, I rubbed it up and down her ass crack and down to her pussy, then back up. Sharon was moaning loudly and I pressed the head of my cock against her tight pucker. "Oh, fuck!" Sharon said. "Yes! Fuck my ass, baby! Put your cock in my ass!" I pushed slowly and my cock head popped past her sphincter, squeezing me tightly. I paused to give her a chance to get used to it, but with a frustrated wail, Sharon pushed back against me and my cock slid all the way into her. "There! Now it's in! Now fuck me!" she panted. I raised myself at arm's length on the chaise and started to fuck in and out. Underneath me, Sharon pulled her knees up toward her chest, giving me complete access to her ass, and she continued to finger her pussy as I drove in and out of her. After another five minutes of this, she started to scream as she came and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. "Oh my god, I'm cumming! God Dave, I'm fucking cumming! Oh! Oh!" "I'm cumming too," I panted. My cock erupted in her asshole and I had to stop fucking her as my hot come spurted out. When I had drained my balls into her, I collapsed onto her back and we lay there fighting for breath, a sweaty, sticky mass of flesh. Eventually, I pulled my softening cock out with a soft, moist sound and a drop of my come ran out of her red, stretched asshole. I sat back. "Phew," I said, rubbing sweat from my eyes. "Is that what they call neighbourly behaviour?" Sharon sat up, her heavy tits swaying, her nipples still hard. "I need a shower. I guess the only neighbourly thing for me to do is to invite you to join me." "Well. If you put it that way ..." We rushed up the fire escape to her apartment and had a leisurely shower, taking our time soaping one another up and exploring one another's body. I paid particular attention to her tits, soaping them up and rubbing them, rinsing them off and sucking her nipples, which were the size of pencil erasers. After about 20 minutes, my cock was rock hard again and we got out and towelled one another off before Sharon led me by the cock to her bedroom, where she pushed me down onto the bed. My cock was pointing straight up and she knelt on the bed between my legs. "Mmmmm," she said, giving my cock a long lick. "I saw you watching me out your window earlier, you know. You should be more careful about that." "I will from now on," I said. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock, then moved down and licked my balls, one after the other, before moving back up my cock. "Pervert," she said. "I suppose you were playing with yourself, too? Huh? Were you jerking yourself off while you were watching me?" "I was just starting to when you so rudely interrupted me." "Poor baby. I guess I owe you one, then." With that she took the head of my cock in her mouth and slowly swallowed it down until she was deepthroating all seven inches. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned. She slid my cock from her mouth and grinned up at me. "You like that?" "Oh, I love that," I said. Sharon was nibbling my cock head. "So do I," she said. "I'm going to suck your cock and make you come in my mouth. Is that OK?" "That is so OK," I said. She slid her mouth down over me again and started to bob up and down on my cock as one of her hands cradled my balls. I stretched my arms above my head and started to buck my hips in time with Sharon's rhythm. "Oh yeah, baby," I moaned. "That feels so good. You suck my cock so good." She grinned around a mouthful of cock and continued fucking me with her mouth. In spite of having already come less than an hour earlier, it didn't take long before my balls tightened up and with a groan I started to come. Sharon kept up her in-and-out movement and I came in her mouth. She tried to swallow but couldn't keep up and my come ran out the corners of her mouth. When I was finished, she sucked and licked my cock clean, her chin glistening with my jism, then she slid up against me on the bed and kissed me deeply. "Howdy, neighbour," she said. "You know, if you ever need a cup of sugar or something, don't be shy ..." A Friend in Need Ch. 05 The bar was so packed that it was hard to move around. We had arrived at about eight o'clock and three hours later, while the band was taking a break between sets, I was wandering around the room to see if there was anybody I knew. I had half-hoped I'd see Miriam -- I talked to her a couple of days before, a friendly, flirty conversation, and while we hadn't made any plans, she had said she might stop in to see the band with some friends. I walked around looking out for her, but if she was out with friends that would probably mean we wouldn't be getting a repeat of last weekend, which kind of dampened my enthusiasm. It would probably be better to call her up again and ask her out for next weekend instead, to have her undivided attention and thus improve my chances of getting her in the sack again. And anyways, I wasn't supposed to be out trying to get laid -- I was supposed to be trying to help Colleen get laid. We had hung out together for the first couple of hours, at first sitting at a table and then when the band started to play we moved toward the stage to dance. But then came the time to cut her loose, and off she went to chat up some guy she had bumped into on the dance floor. The band was loud -- they were nothing special but they were OK, playing hard rock like Zeppelin, AC-DC and an unfortunate amount of Nickelback -- heaven save us from fucking Nickelback -- so Colleen and her new friend had moved away from the stage. She smiled at me as she squeezed through the crowd and I mouthed "good luck" before she disappeared from view. That had been about an hour ago. In that time I had stayed with the band, dancing with a couple of girls who flitted away when I tried to strike up conversations, and making regular visits to the bar. I saw a few people I knew casually or just by sight, but no one I felt comfortable going up to and hanging out with. And no sign whatsoever of Miriam. I was a little disappointed about that, I guess. I had no cause for jealousy, but I couldn't help feeling a pang at the thought of her chatting up someone across town at the Horseshoe, then going home with him, and then sharing the intimacy, as she put it, of taking his cum in her mouth. Oh well. Been there, done that. Hopefully get to try again sometime soon. As I made my rounds, I also wasn't seeing either Colleen or her dance partner anywhere and I started to think that maybe they had hit it off and had moved on to greener pastures together. She had picked me up at the shop after work and we went out for a greasy-spoon dinner before heading out drinking. She had been in an odd mood, glum and nervous at the same time, grousing that we were probably wasting our time and that she wasn't going to be meeting anybody anyway. I tried to cheer her up and lighten the mood, suggesting, among other things, that she undo yet another button on her white blouse, which was already showing a fair bit of cleavage and red lacy bra. She laughed and blushed. She had fretted about the outfit, the black leather miniskirt and fuck-me heels. She had started out with pantyhose, but when she came into the shop I sent her to the can to take it off. I jokingly suggested she leave the panties behind too, but from her response -- a dry "ha ha" -- I assumed she ignored that particular piece of advice. Once we got to the bar, though, her mood improved and she started to have fun. We warmed up with a few beers and by the time we hit the dance floor she was in full swing, dancing up a storm and waving her arms around. Her leather mini kept riding up and she kept having to stop to tug it back into place. Before she collided with the guy, I had noticed him checking her out and slowly but surely making his way toward her through the crowd of writhing bodies, so presumably the collision was premeditated on his part. He looked OK, too, a good pick for her experiment in post-marital debauchery, her rebound fling: a few years younger than her, in his early or mid-20s, with short brown hair and a face handsome enough without being overbearing, with a day's worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin. Probably just a couple of years out of college and working for one of the IT companies in town. And so off they went. It was during one of my trips back to the bar, after a piss break, that I saw them again. They were sitting across the open, square-shaped bar from where I emerged from the crowd. The guy was talking, leaning in close so his face was near hers, and Colleen was nodding with a look of supreme boredom on her face. As I got to the bar she looked across and saw me and a look of alarm crossed her face, which the guy must not have noticed, because he kept on talking without breaking stride. I nodded and smiled at her and Colleen casually reached up and rubbed the back of her head with her hand, still looking at me. I winked at her and she shot me a pleading look and rubbed her head more vigorously. I looked at her questioningly and she rolled her eyes and mouthed the words, "help me, you idiot." That, I got. I grabbed my fresh beer and slowly made my way through the crowd around the bar. When I reached Colleen, the guy was still talking into her ear, but when I put my hand on the small of her back, she turned to me and smiled. "Dave, this is -" she started. "Hi sweetheart," I cut her off, then before I even knew what I was doing, I bent over and kissed her. At first she didn't react, but then as if by reflex her lips opened and the tip of her tongue snaked out. Our tongues just touched and then, as if we both snapped out of it at the same time, we broke the kiss. Colleen had a slightly shocked look on her face, but she was also smiling, and I smiled back at her. "Who's your friend, sweetie?" "Oh, shit," the guy said. He awkwardly got up from his stool and bumped into someone behind him. "I'm sorry, dude. I didn't know she had a boyfriend." He disappeared into the crowd as if he had melted. "So how did I do?" I turned back to Colleen and now, through the beer, the thought of what I had just done struck me and I worried about how she was going to react. I was worried for nothing, it looked like, because she grinned and started to laugh. "You should see your face," she said. "Was I that bad?" Phew. "Not at all," I said. "Although that caesar's salad at supper probably wasn't the best idea." "Jerk," she laughed, slapping me playfully in the stomach. "What took you so long? I was dying here. What a bore he turned out to be. He told me he lives with his parents and he was hinting that we should go back to my place. 'I always make a point of having cab fare for two tucked away in my wallet,' he said." She was laughing hard now, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. "Sounds like exactly why we were here in the first place," I said. "He's ready, he's willing, he has cab fare, what more do you need? And since he still lives with mom, I assume he was also wearing clean shorts, which is more than can be said for a lot of guys you're going to meet here. Present company excluded, of course." "Great," Colleen giggled. "There's something to look forward to. Then he started to tell me about work. He went on and on about some animation thing he's doing for some video game company in Korea." "Freshly laundered, and well-travelled. You're all set." "Well, the freshly laundered certainly does sound good," she laughed. "Let's have one more drink, and then what do you say we get out of here? I've had enough manhunting for one night." "OK." "Do you still have my money, or have you spent it all?" "I've got it. I'll pay for this round, though. But then you have to buy the next one. And the cab." "I have beer in the fridge and half a quart of tequila," Colleen said. "We'll go back and listen to some tunes." "Now you're talking." When we got to Colleen's place, I made a beeline for the stereo while Colleen went to the kitchen. I dug around her CD collection for a while, then I turned on the satellite receiver and tuned in a classic rock channel. A Pink Floyd song came on as Colleen returned from the kitchen. In one hand she had two cans of beer. In the other, she had a quart bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. "Oh, my," I said. "I think I see tomorrow's hangover. Hell, I think I see Sunday's hangover too, for that matter." "Don't be such a wuss," she said. I took a beer and opened it. Colleen arranged the shot glasses on the coffee table and filled them, then handed one to me. "What, no lime?" "I'm fresh out," she said. "Well, surely you must have a salt shaker, at least." "Take it like a man," she said, and poured hers down the hatch. She swallowed and her eyes watered, but after a few seconds she looked at me and smiled. "Well? Are you waiting for a written invitation?" I knocked back the shot and the glass barely hit the table before Colleen was refilling them both. We clinked our glasses and downed them again, mine in one quick go, Colleen's in two noticeably hesitant gulps followed by a red-faced grimace. "OK," she said, screwing the cap back onto the bottle. "I think we've proven everything we needed to prove here." "I think you're going to be sick," I said. Actually, I didn't feel so hot myself. "No, I'm fine," she said, taking an experimental sip from her beer can then putting it back down on the coffee table and standing. "I'll be right back." Colleen walked shakily to the bathroom and closed the door. I drained my own beer then picked up hers - no point letting it go to waste, and from the muffled sounds coming down the hallway, it didn't seem likely that Colleen would be wanting to finish it. I finished that one and got another from the fridge and still there was no sign of Colleen. I was settled on the couch, listening to the tunes -- more Floyd, it sounded like they were playing all of Dark Side of he Moon -- when about a quarter-hour after she went in, she came out of the bathroom, wearing a modest cotton nighty, her cheeks red-splotched and her hair a damp, tangled beehive. "I'm going to crash," she slurred. "You want to come keep me company? I feel kind of gross." "Really? Well, you look smashing," I said. "Asshole." She turned down the hall toward her bedroom. I got up and turned off the stereo. As soon as I stood up it occurred to me how much I'd had to drink. I made a pit stop and when I went into the bedroom I was surprised to find Colleen still awake, sitting up on the bed. "Did you get lost or something?" "Took me a while to disinfect you toothbrush before I could borrow it," I said. "Oh, gross." She giggled as I sat on the bed next to her. She leaned against me. She smelled of liquor, tobacco smoke and floral-scented shampoo. She settled herself in against me and I put my arm around her. She took my hand in hers and pulled my arm tighter round herself, leaning her head back against me. "Thanks for coming out with me," she said. "I guess I kind of blew it though, didn't I? I actually had a guy, I picked him up, and I just let him go. What a wimp." "He didn't look that bad," I said. I sat her up and started rubbing her shoulders, working them with my fingers. "Not him, me," she said. "I don't think I'm ever going to get laid again." "Oh, as if," I said. I dug right into her shoulder with my fingers, earning a loud groan. "That feels really good," Colleen moaned. "Could you do it a little harder?" Ahh, yes, the chiropractor's ex-wife. I bore down harder and dug my thumb into the flesh of her shoulder blade. Colleen gasped. "Sorry," I said. "Did that hurt?" "Just a little," she said. "It feels good." She leaned back against me and hummed contentedly as I worked on her shoulders with both hands. It became more awkward now with her against me, but she took my right hand in hers and guided it to her collarbone. "Do the front, too," she said. I started to massage the front part of her shoulders with both hands, but again she took my hand and this time she pulled it down so it was on her right tit. "No, here," she said. Her breathing was hard now. Mine was starting to get there as I tentatively ran my fingertips over her hard nipple. I pinched it gently and Colleen gasped. She turned her head toward me and looked up at me. In the dim light coming in from the window, I could make out her eyes, glazed with lust, and her half-open mouth invited me to kiss her. I lowered my face to hers and as our lips met we kissed softly at first, then with more force, our mouths devouring one another, our tongues wrestling. I moved my hand under her nightie from one tit to the other, massaging them in turn. Colleen moaned loudly as with my other hand, I started to explore her body outside the nightie, running my hand along her side down to her hip and along her thigh until I reached the hem. I slipped my hand underneath and slid it up her thigh until I reached her bush. "Oh, Dave," she moaned. I gently brushed my fingers over her pubic hair and Colleen parted her thighs. I ran my middle finger down into her slit and found her clit, which swelled at my touch. "Oh yeah," she said. I gently rubbed her clit, then moved down between her lips. Her pussy was soaked and my fingers slipped easily into her hot hole. With my other hand, I was pinching Colleen's nipples, moving from one to the other. In this position, though, pressed together front to back, it was awkward reaching everything and kissing her at the same time, so Colleen lay down beside me and stretched her arms above her head. In the dim light, she smiled up at me. "Now then," she said, "where were we?" "Just a second," I said. I got up on my knees and undid my belt. By now my cock was straining so hard against my jeans that it hurt. I pulled my pants down and kicked them off, leaving my hard cock tenting my boxers. Colleen watched wide-eyed, licking her lips, then she tentatively reached out her hand and touched my cock through the fabric. "Oh, god, Dave," she panted. She softly ran her fingers up and down my bulge. Her fingertip found the ridge of my cock head and traced it. "Do you want to see it?" I said. Colleen closed her eyes and nodded. "Take it out. It's all yours." She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My fully erect cock stood straight out, just inches from her face. "Oh, baby," she whispered. She tentatively ran her fingertips along my length, then wrapped her hand around it. "Oh yeah," I said. I put my hand on hers and jerked it up and down my cock. "It's so beautiful," she said. "It's all mine?" "All yours." "It's so big," she said. "Bigger than Jeff's. It's way longer, and thicker." She jerked it without any help from me. "And I'd never seen a circumcised one before. Not in person." "So you like it, then?" "I love it," Colleen said. "Can I taste it?" "As much as you want." She giggled and moved her face closer. I moved closer too and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She touched the tip of her tongue to my cock head, then rubbed her lips against it. She moaned softly as she took my head into her mouth, slowly, nervously, then I could feel her tongue working against it. "Oh god, baby," I said. She started moving back and forth on it, taking about a third of my length into her mouth. It was time to start returning the favour, so I reached down and pulled her nightie up around her waist, exposing her pussy. Her bush was a neatly trimmed triangle, and Colleen spread her legs for me as my fingers went back to work on her cunt. She moaned loudly as I slipped one, then a second finger into her hot, wet hole. "That feels so good, Dave," she said, letting my cock out of her mouth with a pop. By now, I was afraid I might let go too soon if she kept up her oral attentions, so I moved down between her legs, which she spread wide for me, and nibbled at the inside of her thighs. Colleen giggled, but her giggles were replaced by loud moans when I ran my tongue up the length of her twat and sucked her swollen clit between my lips. "Oh, fuck, Dave!" she screamed. I flicked my tongue over her clit, then pressed it into her hot hole, savouring her juices. Colleen grabbed me by the hair with both hands and pulled my face against her pussy. Her hips were gyrating, smearing her juices all over my chin and cheeks. I could see where this was heading, but I didn't want her to come like this -- not yet. I pushed myself up and pulled my shorts off, then I tugged at her nightie. "Take this off," I panted. I jerked my cock as I watched Colleen quickly pull the nightie up over her head and I saw her tits for the first time, firm handfuls capped by hard, dark-pink nipples. Colleen lay back down and ran her hands over her tits, squeezing them together. She smiled at me, her eyes sexily half-closed, her lips swollen and shiny. "So what do you want to do now?" she said. "I have a few ideas," I said. My cock in hand, I rubbed it against her pussy, the thick head parting her moist lips, and Colleen groaned in appreciation. "Put it in me," she panted. I rubbed it against her clit. "What's that?" I said. "Your ... cock. Put it in me. Please, Dave. I want it inside me." "Well, since you asked so nicely." I pressed slowly forward and my cock slipped into her tight, wet pussy. Colleen's eyes were round and her mouth wide open in a silent scream as I slid more and more of it into her, until I was all the way in. I leaned forward and kissed her, our tongues frantically entwined as I started to move inside her, a slow, probing grind. Colleen wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me and sucked my earlobe into her mouth. "Om my god," she groaned. "I can't believe how big your cock feels inside me." I raised myself on my hands and started to fuck in and out of her harder. By now, her face and chest were flushed deep red. I bent over and took her left nipple into my mouth. Colleen gasped, then started to buck her hips harder against me. "I'm going to cum," she said. "You're making me cum with your big, beautiful cock." "I'm going to cum too," I panted. The tingling was moving from my balls up my cock. "Cum inside me," she said. "I want to feel your cum inside me. Oh god, I'm cummingggg!" Colleen arched her back and mashed her pussy against me as her orgasm hit. At the same time, the first spurt of cum erupted from my cock and Colleen's pussy milked it as she came, her wet cunt squeezing me. She was shaking violently and she sucked my shoulder as she tried to keep from screaming out loud. Finally it was over, and I collapsed on top of her, my cock still snugly inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me again as we kissed deeply. "Hey buddy," I said, breaking the kiss and looking down into her face. "Hey yourself," she said, her eyes sparkling. Her hair was plastered to her forehead by sweat. "So is this what they mean by 'friends with benefits'?" A Friend in Need Ch. 06 Colleen was still sound asleep when I woke up. We fell asleep spooning, my cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, her hand clasping mine against her tits, the smell of her hair in my nose -- her shampoo and barroom smoke -- and another smell, the sweaty, sweet smell of fucking. I lay still for a while, listening to her breathe, then carefully, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a piss. My dick was sticky and crusty with Colleen's pussy juices and my cum. When I was done, I stood in front of the mirror. There was a big red hickey on my right collarbone where Colleen had latched on when she came. My dick twitched at the memory and I smiled at my reflection. I stroked my dick and watched it get harder in the mirror, felt it swell in my fist. I debated tossing off a load before going back, figuring it might make me more clear-headed for the big talk that was no doubt about to take place. That would probably have been the sensible thing to do -- that way I'd be thinking with the right head. I let go of my dick and went back to the bedroom. Colleen hadn't moved; she was still lying on her side, breathing steadily, her hip drawing a graceful curve under the bedsheet. I climbed back in behind her and resumed my former position, my now semi-erect dick poking between her asscheeks. Colleen murmured and shifted to press back against my chest, but she still didn't wake up. I ran my hand over her hip, down toward her bush, and gently worked my finger into the moist cleft of her pussy. Colleen murmured again and parted her thighs slightly, giving me better access. I circled her clit with my finger for a minute before moving down between her slippery pussy lips, which by now were wet and hot. Colleen sighed and opened her eyes, looking at me and smiling. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, our tongues touching, and she turned onto her back and spread her legs wide, giving me complete access to her pussy. "Mmmmm," she smiled, "what a way to wake up." "Do you mind?" "Nope, not at all. Awake away." She closed her eyes and I fucked two fingers in and out of her pussy while I rubbed her clit with my thumb. We kissed again and then I moved further down and took her right nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and sucking gently before moving over to the other one. Colleen was moaning non-stop by now and her hips were bucking against my hand as I finger-fucked her. "Yeah, baby," she said. "Don't stop. Just like that. I'm going to come." I kissed her and she moaned into my mouth as her orgasm hit. Her pussy juice was running by now, hot and sticky all over my hand, and I continued to rub her clit until she squeezed her thighs together and pulled my hand away. I lay back and Colleen looked at me, smiling sweetly. My cock was poking a tent in the bedsheet and she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a few playful tugs. "I have to pee like you wouldn't believe," she said. "When I get back maybe we can take care of this guy." She left the room and I watched her ass wiggle out the door, and a few seconds later I heard her pee splash into the toilet across the hall. When she came back, I admired her naked body, which I was really seeing for the first time -- her tits, still firm at 32, with their dark pink nipples, her belly a little flabby, her bush neatly trimmed, a little darker than her reddish-brown hair, which was now sticking up in all directions. I was lying on my back, absent-mindedly stroking my cock, when she came back. She climbed into bed and snuggled up against me, her head on my chest. Her hand moved down my belly to my cock, which she started to stroke herself, slowly, luxuriantly. "So about last night ...," I started. "Shhh," she said. "I know what you're about to say, and you don't have to." "We should probably talk about it," I said. "Yes we should," Colleen said. "I've been thinking about it." "We need to -" "Listen to me," she said. She stopped jerking me off and leaned back so she could look up at me. "Do you remember what we talked about last weekend?" "Ahhh, yeah," I said. I remembered some things, but I wasn't sure she was talking about the same things. "You remember when I said that I wanted to find a guy who would do all the things with me that Jeff never wanted to do?" OK,so we were talking about the same things. "I do remember that. I believe your exact words were, 'I want a guy who'll blow his load all over my face.'" Colleen blushed and giggled. "I never said that, you said it." "Well, just so somebody said it." "That's right," she said. "So how about it?" "How about it?" "Come on, it's perfect," she said. She was smiling sweetly. "How much more perfect could it be? I want someone to teach me all about fucking and how to ... be dirty. I want somebody who'll make me his slut and I'll do everything for him, I want him to fuck me every way he can imagine," she said, and I felt a thrill -- Colleen using the work 'fuck' in this particular context was something new, never mind the rest of it -- "and who would be better to help me than my best friend? Somebody I trust? And as a bonus, somebody who's a bit of a babe and has such a big, beautiful cock?" With this she resumed stroking my cock, which had deflated while we were talking. The conversation had taken a turn away from what I had expected it to be, but although I was taken a bit by surprise, I wasn't entirely displeased by the turn of events. "Well, alright, if it's going to be educational, then I guess I have no choice," I said. Colleen laughed and gave my cock a squeeze. "Yippee! Let's get started right away then, Teach!" "Alright. Where do you want to start?" "We'll start with the basics, with you blowing your load all over my face." With that, she pulled the sheet away from my lower body and kissed me deeply before moving down to my crotch. My cock by now was rock-hard again and she softly licked the head before taking it in her mouth. "Oh yeah," I said. I wrapped my fingers in her hair as she started to move up and down on my cock, taking more and more of it in her mouth each time. "Hold my balls too. Yeah, like that." Colleen sucked my cock, a little hesitantly at first, but with more confidence as she went on, slurping happily away. The sounds of a blowjob are as important to me as the feeling of my cock moving in and out of a warm, wet mouth -- the slurping, the hums and moans that tell me she's enjoying herself as much as I am, are all essential to my getting off, and Colleen was humming and moaning away as she worked me over. Every now and then she'd released my cock and lick down to my balls. "Do you like that?" she said. I nodded with my eyes closed as she took me back in her mouth and bobbed faster and faster. After about 10 minutes of her working, my balls started to tighten and I could feel my orgasm coming. I lifted Colleen's head from my cock and got on my knees. "Lie back," I panted. She got on her back and I knelt next to her head, jerking my cock furiously. Colleen turned her head, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking my ballsack. Her hands had gone down to her pussy and were working it as I jerked off. "Mmmmm," she said. "Cum on my face. I want to feel your cum on my face." With a groan, I started to cum, the first spurt landing on her chin, and Colleen shrieked as she started to cum too. In spite of the busy night I'd had, my load was big and gooey and Colleen's lips, cheeks and chin were soon covered, my cum running down the sides of her face. I rubbed my cock on her chin and lips and she opened her mouth and licked it clean. I milked my cock, and she sucked every last drop I had, smacking her lips as she swallowed my load. I sat back, out of breath, and Colleen came up to me, her face shiny with my cum. We kissed and I could taste it in her mouth. I licked some of it off her cheeks and fed it to her, swapping my cum back and forth with our tongues. "So what did you think?" I asked when she finally rested against my chest. "Wow," she said. "That was a lot of cum." "I do what I can," I shrugged. "Oh yeah?" she smiled. "When do you think you can do it again?" A Friend in Need Ch. 07 Inventory is both the best and worst thing about running the store. On the one hand, I love working with the books. I love going through the stacks, through the piles and piles of stuff in the back, sorting it all, shuffling it around, organizing the books alphabetically and by genre, then the next month doing it all over again differently. Working the books like a gardener with his plants; knowing every shelf intimately, so that when a customer asks me for something I can often direct them not only to a specific shelf, but which end of it. On the other hand is the hard, cold reality of running a business, and monthly inventory is a slap-in-the-face reminder of how much product you didn't sell in the past week. Bummer. Almost takes all the fun out of running a used bookstore. Almost. The phone rang as I was carrying an armful of paperbacks from the back room. I set them down on the red velour loveseat under the window between the 'S-T' and 'U-W' fiction stacks and rushed to the front counter. I picked it up on the fourth ring, just before the answering machine kicked in. "Brin Mawr Bookshop," I said. "Hey there, lover," Colleen said. "Hey," I said. It was Wednesday, and we hadn't seen each other for four days since our friendship took its big turn, although we had spoken on the phone every night. I was surprised -- pleasantly so -- that our conversations hadn't turned awkward. We still chatted easily about the same old shit we always did before, although now there was a raunchier undercurrent and from time to time one or the other would make some baldfaced sexual reference of a degree that we probably wouldn't have made before, and there'd be a pause, a speedbump in the conversation, as it occurred to us all of a sudden that, yeah, we're talking to each other like this now. It still hadn't really sunk in yet. "So whatcha doin'?" "Inventory day," I said. "Awww, poor baby. Your least favourite day of the month." "Oh, it's not that bad," I said. "See, I have this theory about how it's both the best and the worst -" "I have a theory too," Colleen interrupted. "It involves a lot of friction and a lack of underpants. I'd like your help proving it." "Well, if it's all in the name of science," I said. "Wanna get together tonight? I'd really like a lesson from my favourite prof." "I'd like that a lot. I was just thinking about you." "I was just thinking about you." She lowered her voice. "I'm not wearing any panties, you know. I'm really horny. A while ago I went to the bathroom and made myself come thinking about what we did this weekend." My cock twitched in my jeans. "Save some for later," I said. "Don't waste it all in the bathroom." "Oh, I've got plenty to spare," she purred. "You want me to meet you at your place?" "Come to the store," I said. "We'll take it from there." "OK. I'll see you around six." "Cool." The door opened and a couple, a man and a woman, came in. "Gotta go. I'll see you later." "Can't wait!" I hung up the phone and they came up to the counter. They were students, or student types -- the thrift-store clothes and pierced lips and eyebrows. The guy put on a smile as they approached and his girlfriend -- I assumed, they were holding hands -- watched me warily with the suspicious look of the hipper-than-thou bracing for an encounter with the terminally square. Yeah, whatever. "Hey, man," the kid said. He opened a black binder and held out a sheet of paper. "Hey," I said. "We're organizing an anti-war rally," he said. "Do you mind if we put this poster in your window?" He was still smiling as he asked, but his girlfriend now was glaring at me with a sneer. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she said. "We understand the position you're in." "You do?" I take the poster. It has a cartoon drawing of Uncle Sam's face pasted on a pig's body with dollar signs coming out of its ass. "That's certainly considerate of you." "It's an anti-capitalism rally," she said. "I can see that." "So it's OK if you're offended." "I appreciate your permission," I said. I rooted around in a drawer for the scotch tape and handed it to the boyfriend, who was now shooting 'shut the fuck up' looks at his girlfriend. "Here. Go put it on the door, above the business hours sign." "Right on. Thanks, man." He took the poster back and hurried to the door, as if he was afraid I was going to change my mind. The girlfriend now was glaring at me with open hostility. "What's wrong?" She shrugged. "I didn't expect you to say yes. You're the first one we've been to today who has." "With a charming approach like yours, that's surprising." She didn't seem to have heard me. "You capitalists don't usually like it when we take on your pal Bush." I was about to point out that if she could find a penny of capital in this store that I would eat that heavy plaid shirt she was wearing -- which looked like it hadn't been washed in about six months -- but before I could say anything, she leaned onto the counter and smiled. "I know who you are, you know," she said in a tone of voice that made me think of Solzhenitsyn and the KGB. "Oh yeah?" "Uh-huh. My friend Kim worked here a couple of years ago." "Oh yeah." Kim -- she'd worked about 10 hours a week during fall term. An English major with amazing tits. "She said you fucked like a volcano. She said you had one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen." Karla Marx smiled and straightened as her boyfriend came back with the roll of tape. "Here you go," he said. "Thanks again, man." "Don't mention it." I watched them go, he leading the way, she blowing me a kiss as she went out the door. I had been doing paperwork for about 10 minutes when Colleen knocked on the door, smiling and waving through the glass. I dropped the mess I was working on back in its drawer and let her in. I locked the door behind her and pulled down the blind, then turned toward her for a hug. We'd always been big huggers, in a chaste, best-pals sort of way, but this time as I bent down and we wrapped our arms around each other, Colleen turned her face toward me and our lips locked in a deep tongue kiss. "Hi, sweetie," she said as we pulled apart. She was still smiling, and her cheeks were flushed. "Well, that's certainly a lot friendlier greeting than I'm used to getting," I said. She laughed. "I think you're entitled, considering the circumstances," she said. "So what's up? What do you want to do tonight?" I grabbed her by the hand and led her to the back room. "Come here," I said. "Where to?" "The first day of Slut School," I said. I closed the back room door behind us. We stood facing each other in the cramped room, Colleen looking up at me with a coy smile. I leaned against the sink and smiled back at her. "Get on your knees," I said. Her eyes widened, then her smiled broadened and she reached up and gave me a peck on the lips and knelt carefully among the boxes of books stacked on the floor all around us. Her black dress skirt made it awkward for her, so she tugged it halfway up her thighs, then settled onto her knees and looked up at me, sexily licking her lips. "What's the lesson for today, perfesser?" I undid my belt and pants and pulled them down, freeing my cock, which was semi-erect already and hanging just inches from her face. "Suck my cock," I said. Colleen wrapped her hand around my shaft and started to jerk it, but I took her hand away and moved it to my balls. "Suck it, I said. "Put my cock in your mouth." She looked a little surprised at my tone, then shrugged and leaned forward, taking my cock into her mouth and running her tongue around the head while she cupped my balls with her hand. Within 30 seconds I had a raging hard-on and Colleen was working it for all she was worth, bobbing her head up and down on it, taking almost half of it into her mouth before releasing it with a slurp. I wrapped my hand in her hair and guided her head as she sucked me. "Take off your shirt," I said. Without taking her mouth off my cock, she undid the buttons of her white dress shirt and dropped it on the floor next to her, then without needing to be told she took off her bra too. I watched her round tits bounce and jiggle as she continued her blowjob, looking up at me and winking, her mouth full of my cock. "Oh god that feels good," I groaned. She massaged my balls with her hand and I bucked my hips, fucking my cock in and out of her face. Sometimes Colleen had a hard time keeping up and my cock would pop out of her mouth, but she always pulled it right back in. After a few more minutes I could feel my cum begin to boil and I pulled out of her mouth. Colleen looked up at me, confused and pouting. I started to jerk off, my cock pointed at her face. "I'm going to come in your mouth," I said, and she opened her mouth eagerly, "and I want you to swallow it. I want you swallow all of my cum. Are you ready for that?" Colleen nodded and licked my sack. Just as I felt the first spurt coming out, I stuck my cock back into her mouth and erupted. Colleen moaned and swallowed as my load came out and a few drops ran out of the corners of her mouth, then as my orgasm subsided she sucked more of my cock into her mouth and squeezed it with her tongue, milking it. I sat back against the sink and pulled her head away from my cock, which was sensitive. Colleen looked up at me, smiling. She opened her mouth and showed off the cum on her tongue, then she made a show of swallowing it. She gagged a little and coughed, but she was a trooper about it and when she opened her mouth again, it was all gone. "Get up," I said. She stood and I picked her up and sat her on the counter and leaned in for a kiss. Colleen wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me as we kissed deeply, her hard nipples poking me in the chest. "What do you think of your first lesson?" "I think I'm going to enjoy this class," she said. "I was a little put off at first by the way you were talking to me -" "Sorry," I said. "I just got carried away." "But I did say I wanted to be treated like a slut," she continued. "Just don't get too rough, OK, big boy?" "I won't. This is supposed to be fun." "Oh, it's fun all right," she said. "Mmmm. I love the taste of your cum. I think I might become an addict." "There's plenty more where that came from." "I'm glad to hear that." She giggled. "You know I had never tasted cum before yours the other day?" "You mentioned that." "Mmmmm." We kissed and my hands found her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. She hummed appreciatively and I slid my right hand down under her skirt. "Time for your next lesson, I think." Her skirt was keeping her thighs together and I couldn't get to her pussy. "Lift your bum," I said. She raised herself off the counter and I slid the skirt up until I could see her bush. "I took off my panties before I came over," she purred. "You mentioned that too," I said. I ran my hand over her pussy and slid a finger up her wet slit, then slipped it inside her. "Is there anything in particular you'd like me to do?" She nodded, biting her lip. "Lick me," she breathed. "Lick you? Lick you where?" "Down there." "You'll have to be more specific," I said. Colleen looked down at me, a frustrated look on her face. I wiggled my finger inside her. "What do you call this?" "My ... my pussy." "That's right. You want me to lick it?" "Yes, baby, please." "Say it." "Lick my pussy, baby. Please, I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to eat my fucking pussy!" With that, I knelt in front of her and buried my face in her cunt. Colleen gasped, then grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter against her. Her pussy was hot and fragrant and I buried my tongue as deep into it as I could, then moved up to her clit and sucked on it as I stuck two fingers into her and fucked them in and out. "Oh, fuck Dave, fuck, fuck," she moaned, leaning back on the counter. I pushed her legs as far apart as they went, leaving her pussy wide open, the lips shiny and deep pink, her juices running down into the crack of her ass. I ran my tongue the length of her pussy then moved a little lower, probing, until I found her little puckered asshole. Colleen held her breath as I teased around it with the tip of my tongue, then she moaned loudly as I pushed my tongue against it. Encouraged, I pressed on, penetrating her asshole with my tongue and moving it around for a few seconds before moving back up to her pussy. By now my cock was rock-hard again and Colleen was more than ready for me to fuck her, leaning back and playing with her tits while I ate her pussy. I stood back and helped her off the counter, then leaned her over it, her back to me. Without a word I guided my cock to her pussy and when my head found her hot opening, I pushed it inside her in one quick stroke. Colleen yelped and I started to fuck her hard, my lower tummy slapping against the cheeks of her ass. "Yeah, baby," she growled. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard." She fucked back against me and we soon had a rhythm going. I grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her. Colleen reached down and I felt her fingers playing with her clit. "I'm going to cum," I panted. I was already close. "Me too, baby, me too," she moaned. Her climax hit at the same time as my cock started to shoot inside her. I continued to fuck her as we rode out our orgasms, then when it was over, I pulled my cock out of her and leaned against her. She turned her head and we kissed, both panting as we tried to catch our breath. "I can feel your cum running down my leg," she said. That reminded me of something. "Should I have -" "No, we're safe," she said. "I've been on the pill for years." "Okay." "I want to ride you bareback, stud," she said, reaching back to give my cock a playful squeeze. "I don't want anything coming between us." "Me neither." We caught our breath for another minute, then started pulling our clothes back on. "Let's go get something to eat," I said. "Then we'll go back to your place." "OK," Colleen said. "Did you pack an overnight bag?" "I packed my toothbrush." "Good," she said, giving my cock a playful tug. "That's all you'll be needing."