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My Best Friend's Girl

By: jonquixote



"Jake!"

The moment my rental pulled into his driveway, Hal came bounding out to greet me, calling my name. When I stepped out of the car, he grabbed my hand and pumped it fiercely before using it to pull me into a rough embrace, which I returned enthusiastically. Two men in their mid-thirties hugging like old lovers right smack in the middle of Suburbia, U.S.A. might have proven to be a strange sight to anybody watching, but I didn't care; I hadn't seen my best friend in over five years. Besides, they weren't my neighbours.

Hal leaned back, still clasping my arms, and took a look at me. "Jesus Christ, you look like shit," he said. He didn't lie, I did look like shit. The past month had been a teaser trailer of Hell – from the first critical raping of my new book to the moment I walked in on my soon to be ex-wife fucking her golf instructor, her female golf instructor, to the five hour, plus delays, flight across the continent and the rush hour traffic and labyrinthine residential roads that took me here – and I felt like I wore every second of it on my face. But I was finally here, and I was going to feel better.

Hal, on the other hand, looked great. Or about as great as a 35 year old insurance salesman with 2 teenage children and a 25 year mortgage can look. He looked as though he had dropped about twenty pounds from his stocky frame since the last time I saw him, and a mouthful of recently capped teeth grinned at me from his tanned face. Sure, some more of his blonde hair had vacated the top of his head, probably migrating to his back, but he looked better than I had ever seen him look before, and I told him so.

"Well, business is good, and the kids are old enough that they don't hassle me too much anymore," he said. "Besides, I gotta keep looking my best, otherwise Sarah's going to run off with the pool guy."

"Nah, his dick's too small. The gardener, on the other hand…" The feminine voice coming from the front door alerted me to Sarah's presence, and I quickly strode over to Hal's wife and crushed her in my arms.

"Same old Sarah," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Still talking like a sailor and shocking the neighbourhood."

"Same old Jake, still pretending to be shocked." Blonde and petite, with huge brown eyes, she was still a stunner. For not the first time in my life, I wished I was Hal.

"C'mon buddy", Hal said, as he walked towards the house carrying my bags, "let's get you inside and pour some beer down your throat."

"Actually," I replied, "what I could really use is a boiling hot shower to sear the airport grime from my skin. Do you mind?" I looked at them with exhausted, pleading eyes.

"Of course," Sarah said. "Plenty of time for you boys to get shit-faced and make asses of yourself later. I'll show you to your room, and there's a shower right across the hall".

"Or we could kill two birds with one stone," said Hal.

The only thing better than a piping hot shower after a day of air travel is a piping hot shower with an ice cold beer in your hand. Hal Lassiter sure knew how to treat his houseguests. And as the sweat and travel dirt was cleansed from my body, so too it seemed was the stress and tension that I had been carrying around for the past month. When I stepped out of that shower, I felt like I was a new man. All my troubles were behind me. I was with family now.

Wiping the fog from the mirror, I looked myself in the eye. Not completely shitty, I thought, just tired. And old. I was only beginning to show a bit of a belly on my once rail-thin body, and I still had most of my hair, even if the side follicles were beginning to join the grey team. Distinguished, it's distinguished.  My favourite hobby these days seemed to be trying to convince myself that my faults were really advantages. I sucked at it. But even the world's best spin doctor was not going to convince me that the days worth of salt-and-pepper growth on my cheeks looked good.

I threw a towel around my waist in preparation to dart across the hall into my room and retrieve my shaving kit. I had taken not one step when my journey was interrupted by a loud squeal.

"Uncle Jake!"

The wind was knocked out of me as eighteen years and one hundred and twenty pounds of schoolgirl crashed into my body. Arms around my neck, Kristie pressed her lips into my cheek. Half of me returned the hug, while the other half was occupied with trying to keep the towel safely wrapped around my dripping torso.

"Kristie!" I exclaimed, "My God." I looked at Hal's daughter and could scarcely believe my eyes. Gone was the chubby child who used to run like lightning to get me a beer from the fridge, and in her place was a woman. I pulled back and met her eyes, which were wild like blue lightning with enthusiasm, and I took her in. Her dark hair was cut into a punkish spike, and her ears were filled with piercings. She was tall – my height, and I was almost 6 feet – and her body was taut and firm and accentuated by the yellow tank top and torn denim shorts that hugged her flesh. A mouthful of braces shone at me. Her arms were still around my neck. 

I pulled her close to me again, and gave her a quick spin, still keeping one hand on my towel. My eyes never left hers. When I put her down, her arms moved from around my neck, but my goddaughter's hands stayed on my shoulders. "Oh my God, sweetheart. You're so beautiful." She blushed, finally tearing her gaze away, and hugged me again. 

"I missed you, Jake." She was a hell of a lot more things than beautiful, but one of those things was sexy. And there I was, almost naked in the hallway of my oldest friend, and his sexy daughter had her young body pressed into mine. I began to feel my cock stir. Obviously I missed her too, way more than I realized. Alarm shot through my body, what I was feeling was very, very wrong. I tried to step away before she noticed, but she hugged me even tighter. 

"Kristie," her Dad called from down the hall, "Give Jake a chance to catch his breath. You're smothering him." Upon hearing his voice, she released me. I readjusted my towel, hoping she did not realize the effect she had. She kept smiling though, and her cold blue eyes seemed even wilder than before. "How does Chinese sound for dinner, Jake?" Hal asked.

I stammered my reply. "Great! I'm, uh, g-gonna get dressed and-and-and I'll meet you guys in a bit". Hal nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. Kristie took a couple steps backwards, still looking at me and smiling, raising an finger to her mouth and chewing on a nail, before she followed him.

I went into my room and quickly shut the door. I put my hands on the mattress of my bed, and stared at the carpet. "What the fuck just happened there Jake?" I asked myself. Deep breaths. My mind was at war with itself. One camp: It was normal. It was a normal physiological reaction. You were naked and being hugged by an 18 year old girl. Any man would have popped a boner. The other: You sick fuck. Your sweet goddaughter gives you an innocent hug and all you can think about is how badly you wanted her lips around your cock. You are one depraved motherfuckin' pervert!  But it was that last smile she gave me before she left that picked hardest at my brain. Did she know the effect she had on me? I hoped to God that Hal had something stronger than beer in his house.

***

"They better not have forgotten the fucking plum sauce again," Hal cursed as he rummaged through two large paper bags sitting on the kitchen counter. The tantalizing aroma of battered pork and MSG wafted through the air. "They always forget the plum sauce, and the egg rolls are shit without it."

"So where did the kids get to?" I called to Sarah. "I wouldn't mind spending some time with them, it's been so long."

Hal answered. "Brad got the stupid idea that he's going to be a rock star, so he's been hanging at his friend Austin's house practicing all the time. Keeps him out of my hair, so I don't give a shit."

"And Kristie?" I asked.

"Probably on the phone chatting with her boyfriend. She's always on the phone. Getting that second line was probably the best thing I ever did, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to get through before!"

I nodded. Boyfriend. It didn't surprise me, it made sense that a girl that age and that pretty would have the guys hurling themselves at her. But why was I so jealous?

Sarah was setting the table. "Hal, could you go tell Kristie that dinner's ready?"

But Hal was on the phone. "There's no fucking plum sauce again goddammit. I'm going to call those bastards up and let them have it."

"I'll get her," I said. "Where's the room?"

"Just go downstairs, it's at the end of the hall to the right," Sarah said. "Hal, be nice to those people. Yelling at them won't get you anywhere."

With Sarah supervising, Hal reported his condiment emergency. I ventured into the basement of the Lassiter's home. The stairs terminated in a dark, window-free hallway, which was peppered with closed doors. On the door to my left that bookended the hallway, a sign that read "You must be this tall to get on the ride" hung. I laughed, and walked to the right. 

A golden sliver of light was creeping into the hall from the door at the end. Butterflies kicked through my stomach as I strode towards it. Noises were coming from behind the closed door. Kristie talking to her boyfriend?  Curious thoughts broke through my mind. I wondered what this boyfriend was like, if Kristie had slept with him, if she was still a virgin, if she went down on him, and if she liked it. 

I had to know. For some crazy reason I was jealous. It was stupid and irrational, I used to change this girl's diaper for fuck's sake. Well, ok, I never actually changed the diaper, but I saw it done a lot. But I used to give her piggy-back rides at the zoo, and drink imaginary tea with her stuffed animals. And here I was, getting angry at the thought of her having sex with some zit-faced teenager who could never properly appreciate her, who was nowhere near good enough for her.

That was it!  The thought hit me like an anvil on the Coyote. I wasn't jealous of him, my feelings were paternal. I was at the hospital on the day that this girl was born. I was her uncle, her favourite uncle, and she was the closest thing to a daughter that I ever had. And no father likes the idea of his little girl getting fucked by some horny little prick. No wonder I wanted to kill him – and I didn't even know who the little shit was!

I pressed my ear against the door, so I could make out the muffled noises coming from behind it, hoping to get some information on the little troll Kristie was dating. The weight of my head against the door popped it open a crack, and my eyes bugged out when I saw what was inside.

Kristie was lying on her bed, and her tanned skin was beaded with sweat. Her yellow tank top was pulled up over her breasts. They were the size of grapefruits, and each one was intersected with a triangular patch of white skin that cut across the underside of the globe, and over her silver-dollar shaped nipples. 

Her long legs were stretched out on the mattress. Around one foot, she wore her denim shorts like an anklet, and bunched between the folds of those, I could see traces of her white cotton panties sticking out. Between those divine legs her small hand was cupping her young pussy. Kristie's slender fingers were sliding up and down her clit. She was fucking herself!

My cheeks went bright red as I flushed with embarrassment. The rest of my blood surged towards my crotch, as my cock began to break turgidity records. I looked at her, my eyes wide with apology, but she had not seen me. Her eyes were closed tight, and her head tossed back and forth on her pillow. She was chewing on her lower lip, trying to muffle the whimpering, gasping noises she was making. Her hips were lifting off the bed, grinding against her hand and thrusting into the air.

I should have left, but I was frozen like a deer in headlights, transfixed by the sight before me. This tall, bronze, teenage goddess was naked on her bed with her fingers working furiously on her pussy. The vision was absolutely hypnotic. I was overcome by the powerful desire to stride into the room, dive between her legs, and finish her off with my mouth, my tongue sliding across her pink lips and grinding passionately against her clit. I would make her come hard against my face, and then cradle her in my arms as she came down from her orgasmic high, kissing her lips and making her taste herself on me I wanted to take her fingers in my mouth, and suck every drop of her vaginal honey from them.

Her breathing started to quicken, and her hips rose off the bed with even greater urgency. Peering with one eye through the tiny opening in the doorway, I devoured the sight of the eighteen year old daughter of my best friend making herself come. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and was straining furiously against my shorts. Kristie's head began to toss back and forth harder now, and her eyes fluttered open as she began to roll and squirm on her mattress. Then, just for a second, she looked straight at the doorway, her gaze directly matching mine. Does she see me?  I took a half-step back, mentally preparing my apology. But her eyes closed tightly again, and her gasping hit a feverous pitch. She moaned, and squealed, and bit so hard on her pouty little lip that I was sure she was going to chew it off. Her hips bounced on the bed, and her legs spasmed uncontrollably. 

Finally, she collapsed, and her body went limp. Her eyes wide, she put a hand on her heaving chest, trying to steady it as she strained for breath. I quickly jumped back from the door, and into the darkness of the hallway. I took a minute to catch my breath, and then walked back down towards her room, loudly announcing my presence with clumping steps. I rapped on her door, and called in the most casual voice I could muster, "Kristie, dinner's ready."

"Okay,", came a squeaking reply.

I wandered back upstairs. These are not paternal feelings, my mind advised me. My cock throbbed in agreement. I untucked my shirt, and wandered back into the kitchen, where Hal and Sarah were waiting for me.

My Best Friend's Girl



21st September 

“Come on Steve, we’ll lose time on the court.” Steve was being harangued as usual by Nicky for leaving her with the two children to feed and put to bed. I’d only known Steve and Nicky for three months. In that short time, Steve and I had discovered a mutual interest in squash. We’d become good friends, and it seemed that we’d known each other forever. Steph, my wife, had met Nicky at school functions. They’d hit it off, and suggested a Saturday night get together for quiet drinks. Steve and I had immediately clicked, similar sense of humour, similar interests, sport (all varieties), work, and families. As couples we were completely different, but we were all mid thirties and we got on famously. As Steve got in the car, he said,

“This is getting beyond a bloody joke, how do people get out for five hours to play golf? She’s moaning on and on about me going out, but we’ll be back together at your place in two hours, after I’ve stuffed you at squash”.

“Dream on mate,” I staunchly replied as I drove away. However, he was probably right. He had the better all round squash game. In the five games we’d played, I’d won two. But I’d been reliant on a cruel serve. It was aimed to come out of the sun into the backhand corner, and then roll down the wall. Properly executed, the receiver needed to be eight foot tall, have a good backhand, and very lucky even to return it. However, if my serve was less than perfect, Steve would take command, and the tee. He was a big powerful guy, and the rest of the game would involve me desperately trying to return his shots from wherever on the court he’d placed them. Fatigue usually won, as did Steve.

“She’s had her hair done today, been out all afternoon! I watched the kids while she had a nice pamper at the salon. I hardly saw a try in the rugby match.”

“You didn’t miss much, most of the game the ball was in the air. Why don’t they play more like the Australians? They play the running game.”

“I know what you mean, anyway I’m out now. Looking for a good thrash on the squash court. I hope your serve is crap tonight.”

The game went as predicted. My serve was crap! It held together for the first game, which I won. I spent most of the next three games following the ball into various corners of the court attempting to ‘dig’ out a shot, which would put Steve under pressure. I did play some good shots, but he was always in control and won the three games fairly comfortably. 

We showered. Steve wore his trunks, as usual. And then adjourned to the squash club bar for the ‘final game’. Just one beer, and some conversation about the week’s trials and tribulations before returning home to the girls. Steve was ex armed forces and now working as an engineer at a local factory. He loved his work, but he’d told me that Nicky had designs on an improved standard of living. She’d been encouraging him to ‘moonlight’ as a security guard driver on his days off. I suppose that that’s fair enough, but since Nicky herself didn’t work other than as a housewife, I confess that I thought she was being more than a little unfair. I’d never said anything to him, other than bemoan when our squash matches had been cancelled in the name of money. 

My job as a travel agent manager was fairly lucrative, although very hard work, so part time work was not an issue. It also allowed me some flexibility with my hours. So if Steph fancied a day out for any reason, I could simply arrange a day off. 

We dispatched the weeks issues, mainly football, rugby, some current affairs and a small amount of indecent discussion about a female TV presenter. The latter topic introduced by me I must admit. It may be true that men think of sex quite a lot, but they rarely talk about it. And even when they do, it is without any relationship attachment whatsoever, simply sexual. We set off home via a liquor shop for provisions, wine for the girls, and beer, of course, for us.

When we got home, Nicky had already arrived and the girls were halfway through a bottle of the house white wine. The beer and conversation began to flow. I was shattered from chasing Steve’s shots around the court. Steve was in good form, and the girls were enjoying themselves. Nicky had recovered from the ordeal earlier and was chatting away to Steph.

“Lets play Trivial Pursuits,” Steve suggested.

“Steph, do you know where it is?”

“Of course, it’s in the unit, would you like to get it darling?” she smiled. Damn, she’s spotted and rejected my coded request to stay in my current position on the floor. I dragged my tired frame to its feet and recovered the game.

“Girls against boys?” said Steve.

“Not a chance, we’ll lose it on the sports questions,” said Nicky. You and Steph, play Joe and me.

“Ok by me” I said.

“And me,” said Steph.

I’ve never played such a relaxed game of trivial pursuits in my life. I was laid on my side on the floor resting my head on my hand, with Nicky knelt beside me. If you count cheeses in place, we were winning. But neither of us could add to our score and finish the game. After a short intermission for a snack we carried on our tour of the board. The alcohol, music, and warmth in the lounge was having a narcotic effect on us, all of us uncharacteristically uncompetitive. Each question triggered two or three minutes of conversation before an answer was volunteered. Time for the team asking the question to either talk amongst themselves or doze. The food break seemed to have made the lethargy worse. 

The picture was almost dreamlike. Nicky was looking particularly attractive, in a skirt and fitted polo neck woolly jumper. If, before this evening, you’d asked me to describe her to you, I’d have simply said tall brunette with big tits. I know that that will sound outrageous, but she wasn’t really my type, so I’d not looked too closely before. However, knelt beside me in profile, with this relaxed atmosphere I was able to see just how good a shape she was. Her perfume smelled pleasant, and her breasts looked perfect. I couldn’t see much of her legs, but the bit I could see looked fine. This was terrible; I was ‘stirring’ looking at my mate’s wife. I lay on my stomach for a while, but that only seemed to make it worse. 

Eventually the CD finished, and Nicky offered to put another one on. I stayed where I was, and was greeted by a good view of her long legs as she got up and walked over to the HiFi. She selected some CD or other, and then knelt down to load and play it. After two attempts:

“How do you operate this damn thing?” she said. Reluctantly I got up and knelt behind her, my chin on her shoulder. 

My, her perfume did smell nice! I reached around her in golf lesson fashion, pushing various buttons to select the tracks she’d asked for. This took a few seconds; Steph and Steve were still deep in consultation about the last question. Something then came over me. The closeness, the warmth, the music, her perfume, Hell I don’t know! But once the first track began to play, my hands went and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently. The fraction of a second that they were in place, they were able to confirm just how fantastic her tits were. 

However, they were definitely unwelcoming. She stood up immediately, I fell backwards and she marched back over to where we had been a minute ago. I followed her and regained my place. She then moved back a full four feet further from me. She had an expression like thunder! I didn’t look at Steve or Steph in case I made the situation more obvious. I simply started to read the next question, and hoped to god that no one would notice, and that Nicky would forgive me.

The un-finish able game continued. After a little while, and lots of soft requests from me for consultation on answers to questions, she returned to her position alongside me. Thank god, I thought! Maybe she’s forgiven me. I tried to avoid any further problems, but in spite of my mistake I was still ‘stirred’, probably more so, but now I had to behave myself. This self-control was severely tested after about half an hour when a tired Nicky lay down alongside me resting her head on my stomach. Nicky’s head and one hand were resting on my bare flesh in the gap between my shirt and my trouser waistband. Her fingers moved occasionally causing tremors in my stomach muscles through to my groin. Her finger tips were separated from my very excited ‘friend’ by millimetres, any movement from her or me stood a fifty percent chance of blowing my cover. I was hoping that she wouldn’t move too much, otherwise I’d be in trouble again! She did seem to be very relaxed, so maybe I had got away with my indiscretion?

Eventually tiredness overtook us, and the game was abandoned. We broke up for the evening, and we said our goodbyes at the door. I gave Nicky as little eye contact as I could get away with. I didn’t want to push my luck.

24th Sept 

After a couple of bad days, I’d decided that I must talk to Nicky to apologise profusely for my unforgivable behaviour on Saturday evening. I’d been like a cat on hot bricks since Saturday. Had Steve noticed what happened? If Steph had, then she’d said nothing. Our relationship was still cordial, but was Nicky intending to point out to her what a shit she was married to? I also wanted to know how to approach Steve. Was I going to get a black eye, or worse next time we met? I hadn’t known them for long enough to predict either of their behaviour. Would my secret come out? I’d taken Joe junior to football on Sunday morning, and never seen a thing he did. He’d kept looking expectantly at me as he fell in the tackle, but nothing was registering in my mind. All my thoughts were taken up with what I’d done the night before, and the possible ramifications. 

Life at the office yesterday seemed unimportant, and my attitude to the staff had been detached. I needed to sort this out, put things right. Steph had a meeting this morning so I left home, opened the shop, got the staff going, and then went into my office to phone Nicky. After three or four attempts, I concluded that I couldn’t do it by phone. It needed eye contact to overcome my likely clumsy use of words. I was simply going to throw myself upon her mercy, a pathetic approach I know, but this is my first and last offence, surely I deserved a stroke of luck. Hopefully she’d understand. I pushed her number.

“Hi Nicky, it’s Joe. I just wanted to nip round and talk to you. Is that OK? There was a long pause.

“What about Joe,” she said in a quiet detached voice.

“Nothing bad I promise, but I just need a few moments of your time.”

“OK, but I’ve just taken the kids to school, you’ll need to give my fifteen minutes or so.”

“No problem, see you in fifteen minutes. Bye.” I put the phone down, sweat running from my brow. 

“Are you ok?” said Stella my senior Travel agent. She’d walked into the office as I was replacing the phone.

“Yes why.”

“You seem a little flushed.”

“I think that I’ve got the beginnings of a cold, I’ll nip out in fifteen minutes of so to the chemist for some ‘Night nurse.’

“Good idea, I’ll look after things while your gone. Stella was a couple of years older than me, and she’d worked in the travel industry for all her working life. So I had no worries in leaving her in charge. I was lucky to have her, and I’d just recognised that by awarding her a seven percent salary increase. Which reminded me, I hadn’t told her yet. Now wasn’t the time though, my mind was on other things. Oh, in addition to her knowledge of the travel industry, she had fantastic legs.

The next fifteen minutes were the longest of my life. After twelve minutes I was in my car on my way to Nicky’s.

I knocked on her door, my mind racing trying to arrange some coherent explanation for what I’d done, to no avail. The door opened, and Nicky said:

“Joe, nice of you to call, come in. Would you like a cup of tea, or coffee?”

“Coffee would be lovely, thanks.” I followed her through into the kitchen. Nicky watched as the kettle took a few seconds to boil. I watched Nicky as she watched the kettle. She had her back to me. I nervously considered that although she appeared friendly, there had been minimal eye contact between us since she opened the door. It seems odd, but the absence of conversation, and my nervous state, my senses began to concentrate on her appearance. She had on a white long sleeved blouse, a dark pin striped miniskirt, and dark tights. The blouse was not transparent, but it allowed enough of a view to see clearly her bra and straps.

“Are you going out?” I inquired.

“No why?” she replied.

“Oh no reason, I just didn’t want to keep you from anything important.” She finished the drinks.

“Should we go into the lounge?”

“Sure.” I followed her through into the large lounge. She sat on one of the two-seater leather Chesterfields, and I sat on the one opposite. I regretted the seating arrangements almost as soon as I sat down. Nicky looked very smart, the blouse had a modest vee neck, but it was fitted. I could see that her bra was a half-cup lacy garment. This seemed only to accentuate her breasts, the cause of my troubles. Whilst the blouse was opaque enough to prevent a view of her breasts, it was clear enough to reveal where the cups began. This was almost at the tip of where I imagined her nipples must be. In addition, she had crossed her legs and the skirt was revealing most of her nylon clad upper thighs. My thoughts now, were not what I’d come for! In fact I’m ashamed to say that I was again ‘stirring’.

“To what do I owe this pleasure? Surely you should be at work?” she said.

“Umm, yes probably,” I began clumsily. “I wanted to talk to you about Saturday evening.”

“Saturday? You’re not going to tell me off for my useless performance at Trivial Pursuits are you? To be honest I just couldn’t be bothered, I was just enjoying the conversation and company. We must do it again soon.”

“No absolutely not, I enjoyed it as well. I didn’t give a stuff who’d won.”

“What then? I didn’t make a fool of myself, did I?”

“No, no, you didn’t. You were lovely. I wanted to apologise for my behaviour.”

“What behaviour, you were good company.”

“No I wasn’t, you are being too kind to me. I don’t deserve it.”

“Sure you do, you’re a nice guy.” 

This wasn’t going well, we both couldn’t occupy the moral high ground, so in the end I blurted out:

“Nicky I feel absolutely awful for taking advantage at the HIFi, when I grabbed at your breasts. I don’t know what came over me; honestly I’ve never done anything like that before. Your response was very understandable, and tolerant. You could have slapped me and made a scene. Please forgive me.”

“Oh forget it.”

“Honestly, It wasn’t planned. I was almost as shocked as you when I did it. Er, something just came over me.”

“I believe you, now forget it.”

“Thanks, I don’t deserve it. But I needed to talk to you. Your friendship is very important to me; I just wanted to make amends. I’d better be getting back to the shop.”

“But you’ve not finished your coffee.”

“I’d better go.”

“OK.” She walked after me to the front door. At the door I turned and said:

“You’ve been very kind, if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, please don’t hesitate.”

“Ok,” she whispered leaning forward. She then touched my lips with her finger. “You’re a nice Guy.” She then leant forward again and kissed me gently on the lips. This wasn’t helping, I was now completely fully ‘stirred’! “Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“Anything?”

“Sure.”

“Do it again!” she said, her eye contact looked directly into my soul.

“Are you kidding?” Her left hand took mine, and her right hand undid the second button on her blouse. She lifted my hand and guided it into the now partially open garment. I couldn’t help myself. I responded, sliding my hand into her blouse and onto her right breast. Still she looked at me as I explored the magnificent partially covered soft flesh.

“Does that feel good,” she said?

“Magnificent.”

“Don’t hold back,” she said and then kissed me again. That was the event horizon, or no turning point, as far as I was concerned. I was now in a very tight embrace kissing her as hard as I could, and exploring her breast with my left hand. I felt her arms over my shoulders holding me in a tight embrace. I slid my right hand around her waist onto her bottom, and traced out its delightful shape over her skirt. I released her breast from its cup and examined it in all its unadorned glory. My right hand pulled her bottom towards me, and held our bodies very closely. 

“I can feel you,” she whispered into my ear. “I can feel you through your trousers.” I slid my right hand down to the hem of the skirt and onto her legs. 

“Touch me,” she whispered. My hand slid up the back of her left leg onto her pantyhose clad bottom. It slipped between her legs and touched gently around the crotch of the pantyhose. This exploration continued, progressing slowly, until my fingers searched out the waistband of the tights and forced themselves down onto her bottom.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?” I replied stupidly. She never answered me; to my frustration she broke away ending my delightful explorations and locked the house door. She again took my left hand, in her right and led me to the staircase. I followed her up stairs, taking every opportunity to look at her legs and bottom. She started to take off her blouse, which was removed completely as we reached a bedroom. She led me into the room, and closed the door. 

She was now stood in front of me, in just her lower garments and the half-cup bra. Her right breast was still exposed, revealing a wonderful pink nipple and areole. I pulled her towards me and we kissed passionately. I used my right hand to release her left breast and began to explore it. I took her right hand and slowly placed it on the crotch of my trousers. She grabbed hold of ‘him’, (I prefer in circumstances like these to think of him as another individual, since he’s clearly not under my direct influence.) and had a reasonable attempt at masturbating me through my trousers. 

After a few seconds of confusion, and to my frustration, she dropped onto her knees robbing me of my fantastic playthings. She pushed me back against the fitted bedroom unit and in almost one move, undid my belt and trouser band, and ripped my trousers and boxers to the floor. My penis was almost vertical, and seemed to be much bigger than I’d seen him for a long time. Most of ‘him’ disappeared immediately into Nicky’s mouth as she attempted to masturbate me to a world record rapid climax. 

I stood there, feeling more than a little, like a bystander. This was not going like my normal sex technique. I liked to spend a certain amount of time on each focus of attention. Left to my own devices, I’d have still been massaging or sucking Nicky’s exposed breasts, possibly widening my attentions onto her crotch. However this was like trying to run alongside a runaway lorry. 

I managed to avoid the almost inevitable consequences of Nicky’s endeavours only by planning a detailed travel route to the Hindu Kush from London via Delhi, avoiding anywhere with place names beginning with vowels. As I was arriving at my destination, ‘he’ was still buried somewhere in Nicky’s throat. Suddenly she leapt to her feet, kissed me fairly violently, and whispered, 

“Fuck me, fuck me now!” It wasn’t so much the words, more the eye contact that confirmed that my normal programme for sex activities could be retired for the day. She threw herself back onto the bed, her legs apart and said:

“Take them off, take them off now.” Since I didn’t have them on, and from the way she was holding her legs in the air, I assumed that she meant her tights. I put my hands up her skirt and grabbed at the waistband. Nicky closed her eyes and moaned:




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“Oh god, nowww.” I dragged hard at the un-wanted pantyhose and it came away immediately, exposing a tiny pair of white silk panties. The pantyhose removed to the safety of her ankles I grabbed at her panties. By now Nicky was on fire moaning and encouraging me to make faster progress towards her previous request. I pulled hard at the tiny garment, but it didn’t budge. It must have been trapped by Nicky’s weight on the bed. My second pull was designed to complete the job whatever the problems. There was a short tearing sound and the remains of a pretty pair of knickers came away as a useless strip of silk, revealing an absolutely gorgeous flat tummy down to her naked and smooth pussy. The ripped panties disposed of. I received further encouragement.

“Nowww.”

“Let me play with your tits.”

“Fuck me, you can play with anything you like. Just fuck me, please.”

I dragged her bra down to her tummy to reveal all of her fantastic breasts. If I couldn’t play with them, I at least wanted to look at them as I carried out her instructions. I pulled her legs up onto my chest, holding them vertical against me. My penis was pushing into her crotch, and rubbing against her. She moaned, and reached between her legs. Within a fraction of a second she had guided my vertical friend into her wet cunt. She then began to shout extra encouragement, and it was clear what was required.

“Fuck me. Hurt me please. Make me come.” 

I realised that this position allowed me to go quite deep, but whether I could hurt her I had no idea. I began to fuck her slowly, at first. As I did, I became fascinated by the rhythmic movement of her breasts, which slid up and down her chest in various circular motions. The amplitude, and direction of the movements dictated by me. I kept myself occupied, and avoided a premature end by attempting to encourage one breast to rotate clockwise, and the other anti-clockwise. I was successful once, but I couldn’t manage to reverse it before Nicky screamed that she was coming, and now it was time to hurt her! 

Here goes! I thought. I pushed her legs forward until her shins rested on her shoulders and I fucked her as hard as I could. She screamed, as my penis reached her limit to accommodate me. To be honest it hurt me too, but the reception I was getting encouraged me to keep going. After a dozen of so fairly painful strokes, each completed by a scream from Nicky, she began to come. I stopped to allow her to climax, but she then screamed at me,

“No don’t stop. Harder. Hurt me.” Another six painful strokes did the trick. Her body tensed up, and wave after wave of orgasm caused her muscles to contract in spasm. Her vagina began to fill with her cum, and each movement in or out was accompanied by an appreciative wet squelching sound. Eventually her orgasm began to subside. It had left us both covered in her sticky cum.

“Oh god Joe, that was fantastic, fucking brilliant,” said Nicky. “Lie on the bed.” I reluctantly withdrew from her and lay on the bed. She took my wet sticky penis in both hands, and started to masturbate me.

“Suck me, you sexy bitch. Suck me hard!” She immediately bent down and slipped me into her greedy mouth, and began to suck for all she was worth. A quick glance told me that the head of my stiff penis was somewhere halfway down her throat, and it felt wonderful. A feeling confirmed by my gentle moaning. After what seemed like an hour of delicious sucking and nibbling pleasure, she stopped.

“Sorry but I need to come again, I’m wet through.” She climbed astride me, took me in hand and sat down hard. As a result I entered her fully in one stroke. She moaned, and sat there, head back enjoying the sensations induced through her last action. As she’d sat down hard, I noticed that her breasts had bounced from almost her tummy, back up almost to her neck. Those gorgeous soft breasts were infatuating me.

This was incredible. I took one wonderful breast in each hand and massaged it as hard and fully as I could. However, each one was too large for one hand to do this properly, so after a few seconds, I slipped my left hand onto her left breast to assist my right hand. This allowed both hands to combine their efforts and I had her breast clamped in between a vice like grip, her nipple extruded through the grip towards me. I sat up and began to suck the very erect nipple. As I squeezed her, I sucked very hard. She responded with a moan,

“Ohhh that hurts, suck hard.” I did, even harder than before.

“Ohhh, I’m coming again. Don’t stop, harder, harder!” I could feel her cunt beginning to clamp onto my penis in waves, each wave increasing the flow of wet sticky cum running from her onto my balls. As her orgasm began to fade, I moved over onto her right breast, and repeated my attentions. As I squeezed, a tiny bead of milk appeared on the tip of her nipple. 

“Fantastic, don’t move!” I told her. I carefully released my grip leaving the milky drop in position, and moved back to her left breast, and squeezed it towards the delicious nipple. Again a tiny bead of milk appeared.

“Oh look, milky tits. You’re feeding me!”  

“Oh suck me, I’m coming again.” She held her left breast and pushed it towards my mouth. I sucked hard trying to swallow her nipple. 

“Ohh! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! She then began to rise almost to the point of withdrawal, before falling hard back down for more full penetration. Soon she was groaning again as the sex flush on her neck confirmed the familiar wet feeling at her cunt, she was coming again. 

“That was fucking awesome, you are amazing,” she said as soon as she had stopped convulsing. She lifted and withdrew my penis from her. I thought that she’d finished. But her hands took hold of me and she began to lower herself again. I felt an unusually large pressure at the tip of my penis, and then Nicky screamed. The pressure was replaced by a uniform tight grip on the first inch or so of my swollen organ.

“Ouwww, fuck my tight bum.” Oh my god, I’m in her bum! Two effects of that realisation occurred at once. My penis seemed to grow considerably, and the excitement induced by what she’d done caused me to push hard.

“Ohhhhh, that hurts. Fuck my bum you wonderful man!” 

“Am I hurting you?”

“Ohhh, yes, I can feel your big hard cock stretching my little bum. Fuck it hard, hurt me, please.” I didn’t need any further encouragement. My strokes in and out of her tight little bottom increased in length with each stroke, until she was accommodating almost as much of me in her bottom as she’d done in her cunt. In spite of the initial pain, she responded with enthusiasm, pushing back as I penetrated her. The completion of each stroke confirmed by a soft moan from her, followed by:

“Yes, fuck it.” She was really going for it, my enthusiastic stokes were being met with opposite effort from her. As a result, she was being fucked incredibly hard, with my balls against her cheeks as we reached her deepest point. I was having real difficulty holding back, I had this gorgeous brunette sat on me, wearing little apart from a displace bra, and a skirt which hid nothing, with my dick up her gorgeously tight, tight, little bum. Her wet sticky open cunt was facing me, and her fantastic breasts were bouncing up and down on her chest. Much too soon, but inevitably, this fabulous experience began to get the better of me. I tried to begin a new route to the Hindu Kush, but to no avail.

“I’m going to come, I’m sorry, I can’t hold it any longer.” 

“I want to swallow your cum. Can I suck it again.”

“Oh please do, but do it soon.”

“Shall I take you out of my bum?”

With some reluctance I said, “Oh please I want to come.” She withdrew my straining organ from her, and pulled me onto my feet. She pushed me over to the fitted bedroom unit, and knelt in front of me, and then started to masturbate me using both hands, with the tip of my penis in her mouth. Very quickly I began to come. As she felt my orgasm begin, she withdrew my penis to tip of her mouth and masturbated me hard using both hands onto her tongue. Until the extreme sensations got the better of me, I watched her. My orgasm started, and a spurt of cum ejaculated onto her tongue and right cheek. 

“Come, come,” she moaned, before sliding her mouth down my pulsing organ. I closed my eyes and tried to stay upright. The whole of my body was experiencing a senses overload as my penis pumped wave after wave of cum into her throat. This was like nothing that I’d experienced before. For an incredible period of time it seemed that the orgasm was endless, and that I had an infinite amount to deposit into her. Sadly the sensations began to diminish, and eventually stopped altogether. Nicky slowly withdrew my still twitching organ from her mouth.

“Was that ok? Did I do the right things?”

“Nicky that was the best orgasm that I’ve ever had. You were fucking superb.”

“Do you mean that?” Suddenly I felt very treacherous to Steph, but the remaining sensations quickly overcame the guilt.

“That was fantastic.” I went back to the bed, and lay down. Nicky lay down beside me. Eventually, following a long silence broken only by the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal, we began to talk.

“Was it ok, you would tell me if I did something wrong?” said Nicky.

“Trust me Nicky, that was fantastic. Where did you learn to give sex like that?” In the circumstances I realised that it was a stupid question, and it was followed by a long lull in the conversation. I was laid there naked from the waist down, covered in cum, and Nicky even more vulnerable. It seemed a ridiculous situation, that under such circumstances a question could embarrass, but it had.

“You won’t laugh will you, if I tell you something?” said Nicky.

“No of course not.”

“That was my first time.”

“What?” I replied, unfortunately laughing.

“Don’t, I’m serious, that was my first time.”

“But you’ve got two children!”

“Oh we have sex, but just one position.” This conversation seemed not to fit at this time, so I suggested that it was time for a shower. 

“You go first,” I said. I watched her gorgeous bottom as she left the bedroom. Oh god, I thought, I’ve just fucked that.

I heard the shower start, and I removed my shirt and went to the bathroom. Nicky was sat stark naked on the loo, and had just started to pee. She attempted to close the door, but couldn’t reach.

“Very sexy!” I said.

“Sorry,” said Nicky. “I didn’t realise that you were coming so soon, I’ve nearly finished.”

“No I’m serious, you look and sound very sexy.” A look of disbelief crossed her face. “Stand up.”

“But I’ve not finished.”

“Exactly, don’t waste it. You look incredibly sexy! Show off.” She slowly lifted herself off the loo seat, looking at the floor as she did. “Absolutely, fucking, sexy. You look like the perfect, most beautiful, sex object. Can I touch?” No answer. I took that as agreement. I ran my fingers along her vaginal lips, her golden liquid dribbling over it.

“Ohh,” she whispered.

Slowly the trickle from her vagina slowed and then stopped. Only then did she look up at me. “That was lovely. Shall I shower first?” She said.

“Why don’t we shower together,” I replied. She didn’t reply, but I followed her into the shower anyway.

“I’ll wash you, and you can wash me?” Again, agreement by silence. I took the shower crème, and began to massage her fabulous breasts until they were covered in creamy foam. I then knelt down and began to massage soap carefully down her tummy and onto her vaginal lips. I turned her around, and began to lick away the suds sliding my tongue into her still open cunt. There was absolutely no resistance. In fact, she moved her position to give me easier and wider access. I covered her bottom in lovely creamy foam, and described my view to her, before slowly inserting my finger into her anus. A soft moan confirmed that she was enjoying the attention. Eventually, I stood up facing her, and my finger was evicted from its cosy place. Instead I held her bottom open using both hands onto her cheeks. She took the soap and began to wash my tummy, sliding her hands down to my ‘recovering’ organ. She washed him, and then said:

“Oh I’m coming, make me come again. Please.” I turned her around, and slid my now erect penis into her. Neither of us was apparently ready to hold back. What followed was thirty seconds or so of wet, noisy, violence. My hands held her hips tightly, and she had her hands on the walls of the shower. Like two dogs on heat, we banged together as the water ran over us, encouraging each other with some very explicit language, culminating in a fantastic coincident orgasm. 

As our senses returned to normal, the water sounded extremely loud, and the soreness in my groin began to grow. I withdrew from her, and we both quietly finished the shower.

As we dressed in the bedroom, Nicky was again keen to talk.

“Joe that was fantastic, did I do it right?”

“Nicky you were perfect, Steve is a lucky man.” It was meant as a compliment, but it was clumsy, and under the circumstances tasteless.

“That was my first time.”

“What do you mean,” I replied anxious not to repeat my previous mistakes.

“That’s the first time that I’ve done oral sex. And the first time I’ve swallowed. There was loads of it, and it shot straight into my throat”

“Your first time, surely not” I exclaimed. Clearly foot in mouth time again. An unfortunate simile, but in some ways, entirely appropriate.

“No I’m not, Steve doesn’t like that. You’ve taken my virginity. Thank you.” I couldn’t believe that she was thanking me for pushing my cock into her mouth, and squirting the accumulated contents of my balls into her throat. I didn’t know what to say, so my reply was a crass:

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I was very curious about her relationship with Steve. “Do you and Steve have sex?” This seemed an odd conversation, given what we’d just done, and that we were both still only partially dressed. In fact Nicky was making hardly any progress, she was sat on the bed in just her knickers fumbling with her bra. 

“Steve does, I just lie on my back.”

“But you were incredible, and what about the anal?” I said, regretting it as soon as I’d said it. It was the sort of thing that you didn’t talk about, wasn’t it?

“Oh god, he’d die before anything like that. All those positions were my first time.”

“I’m sorry Nicky, honestly I find that hard to believe. You were absolutely incredible.”

“Thanks, you’re sweet. Will you do me a favour?”

“Of course.”

“Don’t be shocked. I love Steve, but the last hour or so contained more enjoyment than the last fifteen years, of sex with him. I don’t want to steal you from Steph, but will you come around occasionally. Use me, if you like.”

“You want me to use you!” 

“Absolutely, I really enjoyed giving you pleasure. Especially when it hurt a little. That really got me going. I don’t want to face not experiencing that again.” This seemed a little heavy, but the path of least resistance was reassurance. By now I ready to leave, but I needed to put my trousers back on. Waves of guilt were queuing up to punish me. Nicky hadn’t made any further progress with her clothes. The sources of my original problem were still unclad, in all their glory. Even now they were distracting me.

“In that case, I promise.” With unnerving eye contact she asked,

“Did I do the anal sex right? It hurt loads, but it felt really good, I could feel how excited you were. Your cock seemed to grow much harder inside my bum, especially when it went deep. Did you enjoy it?” 

“Are you kidding? Nicky, I almost came within seconds of you taking it in your bottom. It was incredible. Where did you get the idea?”

“Oh some day I’ll tell you, but not now.”

“You should let Steve do that, he’ll love it.” A cloud passed across her face, and I recognised that I’d again said the wrong thing.

“Hold me for a little while.”

“Sure.” I sat next to her, and put my arms around her hugging her tight. In spite of her clearly needing just a reassuring cuddle, after a little while my right hand slid onto her left breast squeezing the soft fleshy form gently. Almost immediately, I felt a familiar stirring sensation.

“Mmm,” she said. “I can see that you’re getting aroused again. Would you do something for me?”

“Anything, absolutely anything, I told you that. Never doubt it.”

“Could you take my virginity again?”

“What do you mean, you want me to come in your mouth again??”

“You’ve come in my mouth, could you come in my virgin bottom?” Bong, my little friend went vertical and rigid, thereby answering her question as far as ‘he’ was concerned. 

“Nicky, that would be a dream come true for me, A dream come true! How would you like to do it?”

“I don’t know, but I want you to be in control. I want you to fuck my bottom. I want to feel you using me. Don’t think of me at all; just use my bottom to give you pleasure.

“God Nicky, what an invitation. Are you sure?” Another stupid question, I thought.

“Oh I’m sure, I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

“Ok. I won’t give your needs a thought. I’m going to fuck your gorgeous tight little bottom hard, and use it to shoot my come into. Lie back.”

“Ohh yes, that’s it. Shoot your lovely come into my virgin bum.” She lay back. I stood in between her spread legs, and lifted them until she could rest her heels on my shoulder. I then use my fingers to spread her bottom cheeks, and slowly inserted a finger to persuade her anal opening to cooperate.

“Just preparing you darling, to make sure that it doesn’t hurt you too much.”

“Joe, you’re thinking of me, you lovely man. Please just fuck my tight bottom. I want to really feel your cock stretching my little hole.” What was I to do, I took my finger out and pushed the tip of my eager cock against her anus. As I pushed, the resistance was absolute. No way in at all. Nicky’s body and expression indicated that she was bracing herself for entry. Remembering her instructions, I held my cock in place and pushed violently. Wow, the pain was electrifying as I saw the badly swollen tip of my cock disappear into her. She screamed;

“Ouwww, ouwww.” I stopped; I really didn’t want to hurt her. “No don’t stop, that felt fantastic. Fuck it as hard as you like. Fuck my bum.” In response I forced my cock deeper into her. I watched half of it enter her, to more approving moans from Nicky. I then withdrew to the tip, and then slid back into a slightly deeper point. Nicky had gone quiet, so I pushed her legs towards her breasts creating a fantastic view. Her freshly fucked cunt was still wet and open, with a background view of her bottom impaled on my cock.

That view, plus a glance at her fantastic breasts, again wobbling in sympathy with my movements, provoked an aggressive push. As the remaining length of my penis was swallowed by Nicky’s abused bottom, she began to sob uncontrollably.

“Ohh, I’ve dreamt about this for years,” she sobbed. “You can’t imagine how much I’ve wanted this. Fuck my sore bottom, as long, and as hard as you can. Until you squirt your lovely sticky come into my virgin bum.” It seemed like my cock grew both in length and girth in response to every word she uttered. It was strangely erotic to fuck her as she sobbed. The strokes increasing in frequency as my excitement level rose. Normally I’d have come very quickly, but my earlier orgasms had left me able to hold myself strangely detached. Nicky was still very enthusiastic, in spite of her tears. She was still asking me to use her, and come into her. I was enjoying myself too much to allow an early end to her abuse. 

I watched her breasts, and I needed to feel them again. I began to squeeze each one, extruding it through my fingers until only the nipple remained. She began moaning sounds suggesting that she was enjoying this, so I increased the force. Eventually, tugging at her nipples and stretching her breasts until they broke free and returned to their normal fabulous shape. The effect on Nicky was unbelievable; she began to orgasm, and was screaming for me to come.




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This wasn’t a difficult request to accommodate. I was using each tug of her breasts to begin the long and savage inward stroke into her bottom. And held on until she could accommodate no more of my greedy cock. At that point her nipples escaped my grip, and the process began again. She was still sobbing, and her head was moving from side to side, but she was coming. I could see that from her expression, and a glance at her cunt confirmed it. Her juice began to make the short journey from her cunt to my abusing cock. As her orgasm subsided, I could feel myself coming. I held on selfishly to her nipples, refusing to let them go. I was embedded in her as far as possible, and a familiar sensation began. Sparks of electricity shot through my nerve endings with increasing intensity. And my orgasm attempted to pump my first donation to end Nicky’s virginity. I had to pull out of her a little; the force on the tip of my cock was preventing me shooting my come into her. “Yesss. Come, come. Hurt my tits. Pull pull. Fuck me, fuck me.” Those were more or less the last words she shouted, before I groaned and she screamed again as my invading cock pumped wave after wave of fresh semen into her. Eventually, the sensations diminished, and I collapsed on top of her as her breasts returned to her chest. 

We both lay there panting for what seemed like minutes. Then I could feel my little friend slowly shrinking and gradually withdrawing from her sticky anus. The last few minutes had been incredible, and it was becoming clear that I would have a painful memory of it. My cock seemed to be on fire, so I couldn’t imagine the pain that Nicky must have felt, as I’d abused her nipples and her tiny anus. After a little while Nicky sobbed,  

“You’ve taken my virginity. And I’ve got your come. Thank you. I’m sorry I cried, but I was so emotional and happy.” I didn’t answer her, I was still recovering.

“Oh that was fabulous, you’ve really made me feel attractive, and sexy. Thanks! “Hadn’t you better go, the travel agency could be losing money? I wouldn’t like to be responsible for that!” I kissed her, and reluctantly stood up, releasing her, and her lovely breasts. I dressed quickly, and said,

“See you later.”

“Yes, you will. Be good!” I started to walk out of the bedroom. At the door, I turned and blew a kiss. Big mistake, she was still laid there naked. I felt a painful twitch in my pants, as she blew a kiss back. 

A last glance at her breasts, then I turned and went down the stairs and left, shutting the door behind me.

I hope that you enjoyed the story. If you did enjoy chapter one, maybe you'll enjoy the next one, in which Joe's life gets even more complicated. Please don't forget to vote. Please use the feedback option to give me your views on this or any other of my stories. 



My Best Friend's Girl



It all started late one evening. My best friend (Rick) and I were talking on the phone. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to a small miniature golf course that night. I agreed. For a little information, I was 20 and Rick had just turned 19. I was of medium height at about 5'9" and weighed in at 170 pounds of almost pure muscle. I have dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Rick was a few inches shorter than me, and come to think of it, 4 years later, he still is. He's of Native American decent. He carries the dark skin and trademark black hair and dark brown eyes. He was built about the same as me and we both kept high and tight haircuts.

When we got to the golf place, he stopped me outside the door and told me we were waiting on someone. After some of my bitching, he explained that we were meeting his new girlfriend there and he wanted me to be there to make him feel more comfortable. After a few minutes, two people came walking up the path. He smiled and walked toward them and I followed, trying to pick my jaw up off the ground as I looked at this girl. She was a little shorter than Rick with long blond hair, big brown eyes, and a body I was willing to die to just touch. Her chest and ass weren't big, but somehow, they looked just right on her. She and Steven did the introductions, which drew my attention to who I found out was her twin brother. He was about as tall as me with that same brown hair and eyes. You could tell that he had never tried to lift weights in his life though. After all the formal introductions and all, Rick, Dustin, Julie, and I went inside to have some fun (no pun intended). As the night went on, I couldn't help but stare at Julie. After Rick noticed, her decided to run Dustin and I off. We went out to the go-cart tracks armed with competitive spirit and enough tickets for three rides. After racing each other and wrecking a few people, it was time for us to find his sister and my friend. We looked high and low and couldn't find them anywhere. We were down to one last place...the restrooms. We instinctively walked into the men’s bathroom and heard Rick talking. We looked around the corner, hiding ourselves, and saw one of the finest sights of my life. Steven was sitting on the sink counter with his shirt off and his pants to his knees. Julie was bent over with her shirt and bra off, her mouth sliding up and down Rick's hard cock. We watched for a while before quietly stepping back out so they didn't catch us. We went out onto the golf courses, both with slightly hard cocks in our shorts.

"Man...did you see that?" Dustin said, his mouth still wide open in astonishment. "She was sucking the hell out of Rick." I just smiled and nodded before sitting down on one of the benches, Dustin following my lead.

"I saw more than I thought I was going to see," I told him, my cock getting harder as I thought about it. We were quiet for a moment, and then he told me how horny the sight of his twin sister giving our friend a blow job had made him. I didn't say anything, and I didn't have to.

Dustin moved his hand onto the crotch of my pants as he kneeled before me. I didn't know what to do about it, but I was glad that the park was fairly empty that night. He slowly undid my pants and pulled on them. I somewhat instinctively raised my hips, letting him pull down my shorts and boxers, my hard cock freeing itself from them and slapping against my stomach a little. I had never felt attracted to any guy before, but I was in some sort of shock, but I was liking it. It took my breath away when the 18 year cold’s hand gently moved over my cock, stroking down over it before he brought it to his lips and kissed the tip. I watched as he slowly put his lips around it and sucked the whole eight inches into his mouth and throat. His pace and pressure kept increasing as he gave me a blow job. I quickly felt my cock start to swell in the new found wrath of his mouth, telling him I was going to cum. He only sucked harder. As I started to spurt my salty fluids into his mouth, I thrust my hips up at his face, thrusting my cock into his throat. After I was done, he pulled his mouth away and swallowed it all. I pulled my pants up, my hands somewhat shaking after the experience, not sure what to do about it. I zipped them up and buttoned them, leaning forward and putting my elbows on my knees, trying to gain my composure as he sat there beside me.

After a short moment of quiet, Rick and Julie came walking up. They commented on how red my face was, but they shrugged it off. We messed around the arcades for a while, then we went home. It turned out that the twins didn't have a ride home, so I ended up taking them. They invited me and Rick in to watch TV and Rick dragged me along. I hadn't said much since my encounter with Dustin, but he invited me up to his room so that Rick and Julie could get some more time alone. We went upstairs, and once in his room, he closed the door and looked at me. I sat on his bed as he began to plead with me. He kept telling me he was sorry and begged me not to tell anyone. Up until that point, I'd never really felt sexually for a guy. I blurted that it was ok, and that I wanted to do it again. He seemed sort of surprised, but he walked to me, took his shorts off, then undid his pants, letting them drop to the ground. I could see that his cock was hard as I pulled his boxers down. His five or six inches of manhood was pointing straight at my face. I felt myself getting hard as I pulled him to me and took his young, warm cock into my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. I started to move my head back and forth as I massaged his member with my tongue. All of the sudden, the door opened.

I quickly withdrew from Dustin and looked over to see Julie standing there in what looked to be a state of shock. James kicked his shorts and boxers off and ran to the door buck naked and pulled her in, closing it behind her. She quickly began asking questions, facing away from me. I undressed and moved in behind her. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, pressing my large member against her blue jean covered ass and covering her mouth with my hand. I had to fuck her. I couldn't help it.

My free hand quickly tore her thin, white shirt from her body, followed by her bra. I massaged them a little before I pulled her over to the bed. I told her not to scream and I wouldn't hurt her, then took my hand from around her mouth. I pushed her back on the bed and she quickly began begging me not to do it. Dustin made his way over to the bed, pulling his sister across it so that her head was on the edge of his side, and shoves his hard cock into her mouth. He demanded that she blow him as I undid her pants, pulling them and her panties off at the same time. I watched her gag on Dustin's cock as I went to fingering her virgin pussy. I moved my fingertips around her soft mound, teasing her as much as I could stand before pushing a single finger into her tight warmth. She started screaming as I slid a second one in and began to finger fuck her as fast a I could. James held the back of her head, forcing her to keep his cock in her mouth and used his other hand to roughly pinch and grab her small tits. I jerked my fingers from her and forced her legs further apart before guiding the head of my cock to her wet hole. She started crying as I lined my cock up and began to push into her. I finally got a inch or two in, and then slammed into her as hard as I possibly could. I began to fuck her wildly, getting overwhelmed by the tight flesh around my cock. It almost felt like I was going to break her in half, but before long, she was moaning loudly, her pussy contracting around my cock rhythmically. It wasn't long before I blasted my load deep into her warm hole. Dustin pulled his cock from her mouth, telling us it was his turn. We were surprised that she was willing and ready, telling him she wanted her ass fucked now. I sat back on the bed and she began sucking our fluids from my semi-hard cock as Dustin moved around the bed so that he was behind her. He spread her unblemished ass wide and pressed the tip of his cock to her tight little ass hole. He slowly started pressing his cock into her. She moaned around my cock and started sucking harder, bringing me to my full hardness again. Dustin started slowly thrusting in and out of his sister's ass, his hand moving around her waist and to her pussy, massaging her clit gently. It wasn't long until Dustin was fucking his twin like a wild me, making her scream in pain and moan in pleasure at the same time as she gave me a blowjob. Julie's body began to quake as Dustin blasted his load into her ass, her sweet fluid running down her inner thighs. We lay there beside each other for a few minutes, and then remembered poor Rick, who we had left out of out little party. Julie suggested we go down and let him join.

We went downstairs and into the living room still naked. The amount of surprise on his face was unbelievable. Julie immediately went to undressing him. I sat in a chair across the room and invited Dustin over. He kneeled in front of me and started sucking my hard member again. Julie had jump on Rick and started riding him as soon as his cock flopped out. She was moaning constantly as she fucked him. I pulled Dustin's head from my cock and pushed him to all fours on the floor. I spread his young ass and pressed my cock into him. The tightness was almost too much as I fucked him while we watched Julie do her work. Before long, all of us had came and quickly fell asleep in the floor. Thankfully, the twin's parents were out for a few days to visit family in another state.

Needless to say, we've had our little parties many more times, and every once in a while, Dustin and I bring over our girlfriends to join us.



My Best Friend's Girl



My friend Tom was coming to town to introduce his girlfriend Suzie to his parents. Tom asked me to meet him and Suzie for dinner at a local restaurant. Tom had told me that Suzie was this ravishing beauty, as he described her. When I got to the restaurant I found out differently. I walked up to the table were they were sitting at. There sat Suzie. She had blonde hair and a somewhat cute face. She wasn't exactly model material, however. Suzie was a little thick in the middle. She was wearing a low cut top that showed off her cleavage. I sat down directly across from her. 

Tom was all excited, he wanted to show off his bride-to-be to me. Tom rambled on as we waited for our food to arrive. My friend was relaying his wedding plans to me. I sat there with my eyes fixed on his girlfriend's chest. Suzie did have big boobs and she seemed to love to show them off. As Tom spoke, I felt something touching my inner thigh. Suzie had taken off her shoe and was rubbing her toes against my crotch.

I was getting very uncomfortable and my face must have been getting flushed. Suzie's toes were fondling the outside of my dick. I could feel my cock growing as she wiggled her toes against me. I had to excuse myself twice and I ran to the restroom to get my cock to settle down. Once our food was served I ate quickly and then said I needed to leave. Tom was disappointed that I had to leave. He said I should come over to the hotel that they were staying at tomorrow. I said I would and then ran off.

I was trying to figure out what that business had been all about. Suzie didn't know me from Adam. There she was trying to get me turned on. The next day I went over to the hotel room that Tom and Suzie were staying at. I rang the doorbell and there stood Suzie. She was wearing another low cut top and a pair of shorts. She invited me in and asked me to have a seat on the couch. She said that there had been a change of plans, Tom and his dad had gone to play a round of golf. I was supposed to wait there until Tom got back.

Suzie sat down next to me, as close as she could get.

"I saw how you were looking at my boobs last night, Gary," she said.

I decided to confront her.

"What was that all about last night?" I asked.

"You know why I am marrying Tom?" she asked.

I had a pretty good idea by now.

"Tom's family comes from money," I replied.

"You're pretty smart after all," Suzie said to me.

"I give Tom what he needs in bed and he provided me with what I need," Suzie told me.

Suzie got up and then sat down on my lap. She put one arm around my neck. I was looking at her cleavage once again. Suzie reached down and pull off her top. I got my first look at her tits. Suzie had big ones that hung down to her chest. Each tit was topped by a pointed nipple. Suzie put her other arm around my neck and tried to pull me closer. I was just inches from those nipples. As she pulled on my neck I opened my mouth. I took a nipple between my lips and sucked on it. I no longer cared what was going on between Tom and Suzie. I was going to suck on each hard nip.

Suzie threw her head back as I worked my lips on each nipple. I was biting and chewing on them. I got each one hard and erect. Suzie then stood up and pulled her shorts off. She was as I expected. Suzie was thick around the middle. She had a thick bush between her legs. Suzie reached down to my belt and undid it, then slid my pants and underwear from me. Suzie then took hold of my semi-erect shaft and used her tongue to lick my cock head.

In just a few minutes she had me hard. Suzie then climbed onto my lap once more. She slowly lowered herself. I could feel the heat of her pussy lips as she was right above me. I reached out to her hips and pushed down. Suzie's pussy sunk down and around my thick prick. She began to move up and down my shaft. Her fat bottom was hitting my groin. I could hear that squishing sound as she worked her pussy around my thick dick. I brought my ass up and fucked her harder. We both were working in unison. 

"Oh fuck me hard Gary!" Suzie cried out. 

I knew I had lost my mind. I was fucking my best friend's girl in his hotel room. I didn't care anymore. As I thrust up into Suzie, I took turns sucking on those big, brown nipples. Suzie started to moan and beg me to fuck her harder. I began to thrust faster. I knew I was getting so close to cumming. Suzie told me I better pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing that. I gave her a couple more hard thrusts and I let go. I squirted my hot cream deep into her belly. Suzie's eyes got big.

"Damn you!" she screamed.

My seed hitting her insides must have made Suzie lose control. I felt her pussy go into convulsions. We came together there on the couch. I kept up my fucking until I finally went soft. Suzie got up and weakly went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. When she came back we tried to wipe up the couch from any wetness from our fucking. We had just barely gotten dressed when I hear the doorknob rattle. Tom had gotten back. He was all happy and wanted to talk. I sat there with flushed face and a cock leaking fluid.

I managed to leave after a half an hour or so. I went home and tried to figure out what just happened. The next day I got a call at home. It was Suzie wanting to get together again. Tom was going out for awhile. She told me to come over as quickly as possible. There was no turning back it seemed. I went to their hotel room once more. When I got there we went directly to bed. I had Suzie get onto her back. I spread her legs and then slid my long cock into her cunt.

I took her and drove my cock as deep as was possible. Suzie told me she had to have my cock. Tom just couldn't satisfy her in bed. I didn't care what she told me by now. I pushed her legs forward and slammed my cock in deep. My sacs hit her ass cheeks with every stroke. I turned Suzie into my whore that afternoon. She was begging for me to never stop fucking her. I fucked her twice that day. I blew two big loads into her belly. The second time, she was on all fours as I slammed my erection into her hairy hole. 

Tom and Suzie left the next day. I now get phone calls from Suzie. She hopes that after the wedding I can find time to visit her for more lovemaking. I am now marking my calendar until the day I am once more in Suzie's pussy. 



My Best Friend's Girl



For about two years I've had a deep longing to have sex with a friend of mine. The Problem is this friend is also my best friends girl friend. The other night we had plans to hang out and watch a movie at he house. It was late in the evening when I got over to her house. I walked into her house and into her living room. 

"Hey where are you?" I called

"In the shower Ill be out in a sec you can wait in my room if you want." She answered 

I walked into her room and sat down on her futon and turned oh her tv. A few minute's later I heard the shower shut off and the bathroom door open up. She walked into her room wearing a towel around her and nothing else. She's about 5'2 with blondish brown hair, hazel eyes, beautiful legs and an amazing body. For me though one of her sexiest features is he perfect feet. She walked into the room and over to her dresser next to the bed.

"Hey." she said

"Hey" I said back looking her head to toe. 

She turned facing me and sat down on the edge of the bed crossing her legs and opened her dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top noticing me checking her out. She smile at me. Embarrassed I quickly stood up 

"Ill let you get dressed." I said 

"Its ok." she said as she uncrossed her legs and picked up her shorts.

She stood and slide on her short under the towel then stood up and turned around dropping the towel to the floor. And pulled on her top over her head. I sat back down Still looking at her. She walked over and sat down next to me. Leaning over me to grab her camera. Allowing me to see directly down me top at her perfect breasts. She sat back up turning so her back was on the arm rest and laid her legs across my lap. She turned the camera on and turned it toward her and took a picture of her blowing a kiss into it. I continued to watch her not saying anything. She turned it around showing me the viewing screen with the picture she had just taken.

"You want that don't you?" she asked

I didn't answer at first not knowing what to say. After a moment had passed I asked 

"What the Picture?" 

"No, the kiss." she laughed 

"Well... Yeah" I answered " Who in there right mind wouldn't want a kiss from a beautiful women." 

I then felt her foot gently move putting presser between my legs. I looked down as she slowly and lightly began to rub her foot against my hardening dick. Her feet where about a size seven with perfect proportioned toes that where painted black.

"Then why don't you let me give you one." she asked

I continued to look at her gorgeous feet slowly rubbing on me I reached down and picked up one of her feet and began to rub her sole softly. 

"Is that what you want?" I asked now looking at her to see what her expression was to me beginning to rub her foot. 

"For a start yes." She answered 

I then Began to kiss the soles of her feet eyes still looked on hers As she watched me. Once I saw that she wasn't going to stop me I began to suck her toes licking between each of her toes before moving to the next. As I sucked each toe I began slowly rubbing my hand up and down her smooth legs. She softly began to make sounds of pleasure as I did this. She then pulled her foot away and moved closer to me and began to kiss me first softly then began to slip her tongue into my mouth as she did this she stood up pulling me towards the bed. As I stood up she began to pull my shirt over my head then followed with her own. She lay down on the bed with me over her beginning to rub her breasts I began to kiss her neck moving down kissing and tonguing her chest then her breasts. As I began to suck her nipples I felt her foot rubbing on my now full erect dick in my pants. 

"Take you pants off." she said 

Once my pants where off I pulled hers off and through them on the floor now leaving us completely naked on her bed together. I moved down between her legs and began to lick her now wet pussy. She began to moan as I began to finger her as I licked her clit. After a few short minutes she began to get really wet.

"I'm about to cum!" She yelled when suddenly her hairless pussy began to gush sweet hot fluid into my mouth. She then grabbed me.

"Lay down." she told me breathing heavily 

I then lay down on my back with her sitting between my legs. She leaned forward putting her feet on each side of my hard dick and began to give me a foot job. As she did this she leaned forward and began to give me a blow job. I watched he run my dick between the arches of her beautiful feet and the tip of my cock disappearing into her mouth with every down word thrust of her feet. After a few minutes of this she stopped and then straddled over me. Swatting down and pushed my hard dick deep inside her as she thrust down on top of me. She then slowly lifted herself and thrust herself down again. With every thrust down I thrust back pushing my dick deep inside her wet pussy. I pulled her body close to me now having her breasts in my face. I sucked on the nipples and kissed her chest. After a few minutes I rolled her over ton the bed into the missionary position. I began to pound on her pussy deep and hard. She position her feet against my chest now. As I started to slide my cock in and out of her I began to suck her toes again. The faster and harder I thrust into her now gushing wet pussy the loaded her moans got. I could feel my dick begin to throb now.

"Iam about to to cum." I moaned 

"Cum in me baby cum deep inside me." She moaned back loudly

She then spread her legs sticking them out to each side pointing her toes as she did this I felt her begin to cum as I thrust as deep inside her as I could go exploding my load inside her I laid over her now chest to chest as she rapped her legs around me and I thrust slowly feeling my dick twitch inside her. I lay on top her kissing her. After a moment I sat up looking into her eyes 

"Our relationship just got interesting huh." I said

"It sure did this is going to be fun." she answered.



My Best Friend's Girl



Towards the end of the eighties my life was starting to really look up. I was doing well with the telephone and alarm company I was partnered in with Rich. Now that I was a partner, I had real incentive for the company to do well. Rich and I spent a lot of time and energy together expanding the business, especially when we ventured into the security field. We had always been friends, but now we were best friends. I saw more of Rich than anyone else. When we were not side by side at work, we were socializing together at night.

Rich and I were thoroughly enjoying our newfound prosperity. We drove the same cars, bought the same electronic goodies and basically shared a lot in common. Our socializing usually included whomever we were dating at the time. By this time, in the late 80's, I had already met Kim. I had met her on a telephone job in the city. Her and I had become quite serious and she would later become my wife. Rich was a bit more of a freewheeling ladies man. He always seemed to have a different girl every week. He had no qualms about it. In all the years I knew Rich, I never recall him getting serious about a girl for any length of time. He seemed to live by the rule 'love em and leave em.'

That is why I was so shocked one day I practically fell out of my chair when Rich mentioned he actually had feelings for a girl.

"Al, I think I found the one." He was practically giddy.

"One what Rich?" I asked.

"This girl is for me man." He beamed, "I mean this girl is special."

For Rich to say a girl is special was a huge leap for him. He usually only talked about what a great time he had in bed or maybe mention how hot she looked. For him to say a girl was special was like other guys saying they were in love.

"I really want you to meet her." He stated, "This weekend we'll all go out."

"Sounds good." I said, "What's her name?"

"Lauren." He answered, "Believe me, you'll like her."

Lauren. Man, that name brought back memories. I knew a Lauren way back in high school. You might say she was my first love. Those were heady times back then. We were young and restless and enjoying every moment. She was a free spirit and had a great soul. Her parents died in a car crash when she was just seventeen. She was forced to move out to California and live with her grandmother. After a while we lost contact completely. I took her moving hard. I really missed her.

"Lolas this weekend. We can have a couple frozen ones." Rich suggested.

"Sounds good to me." I responded.

Lolas was a Caribbean restaurant on 22nd Street in Manhattan and a couple of frozen ones referred to a frozen drink called the Frozen Lola. It was one of our favorite restaurants. 

The rest of the week I kept thinking about Lauren. I had rarely even thought about other women since I had met Kim. Now I had trouble concentrating on my work, the memories of old kept flooding my mind.

Lauren was the most erogenous, multi-orgasmic girl I have ever met. Her whole body was like one big erogenous zone. If I touched her ear with the tip of my tongue her pussy would get so slick it was like Teflon on wet ice. I recall licking her palms with one tongue stroke and she shuddered with delight. Fingers, toes, you name it...any part of her body could make her go wild. I used to joke that all I had to do was show up and hop on for the ride. She made my job easy.

By comparison Kim was very different. Kim made you work for your money. They say the journey is the best part of the trip and there were no shortcuts with Kim. I really didn't mind working for my money and I certainly didn't mind the journey. I have nothing against foreplay, believe me. But, I have to admit, sometimes I missed a girl like Lauren who didn't take much more than a glance and a stroke to get that motor revving.

Lauren also had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She was half Spanish and half Irish, if I recall correctly. She could captivate with just a stare, those big blue eyes could bring a man to his knees. I was brought to my knees many times, believe me.

Saturday night arrived and Kim and I arranged to meet Rich and his new girl at Lolas. Kim and I were the first to arrive. We sat at the bar and ordered a couple of frozen ones while we waited for Rich and Lauren to show. After about ten minutes I heard a voice behind me.

"You guys been waiting long?" I heard Rich ask.

"No, only about ten minutes." Kim answered.

I turned around in my chair and was greeted by the blackest hair and bluest eyes I have ever seen.

"Al, I'd like you to meet Lauren." Rich stated proudly.

I hesitated at first, then I gathered my composure. I stuck out my hand slowly.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I said very calmly.

"Nice to meet you." She said with a sly grin.

Lauren looked so hot after ten years. The years had obviously been good to her. She had gained a bit of weight, but in a good way. It all seemed to have settled in her breasts and hips, filling out her shapely figure. She was dressed sort of funky casual with a denim skirt and denim vest. She wore white sneakers and white socks with pink lace trim that matched the pink gloss polish on her nails. I was intoxicated by those big blue eyes, just like I had been as a teenager. My mind was racing.

"Shall we grab a table?" Rich suggested.

We were escorted by the hostess to a secluded table. I sat next to Kim on one side of the table while Lauren and Rich sat on the other side. Lauren was directly across from me. I had a perfect view and I was enjoying the moment. As much as I loved Kim, I was intoxicated by Lauren's charm and beauty. My mind was racing with thoughts from what seemed like such a distant past. It was all coming back to me in waves.

We ordered drinks and got our menus. My mind was elsewhere as I stared at the menu. When the time came to order I spoke mindlessly.

"I'll have the red snapper special." I muttered.

I had snapper on my mind and it wasn't a fish. 

Dinner was for the most part relatively uneventful. It seemed as though Lauren purposely avoided any prolonged eye contact with me. I caught myself drifting off and staring at her beauty from time to time. I just could not help myself.

After a while the Frozen Lolas were affecting me. I had to use the restroom. I excused myself and walked away from the table.

The restrooms and phones in Lolas are down a long flight of carpeted stairs. It is very dark with only small light fixtures every six feet or so on the staircase. Loud music blares through wall mounted speakers in the restroom and telephone areas. It is a wonder anyone could carry on a phone conversation.

As I stand in front of the urinal I temporarily think about how loud the music is in the black marble men's room. I joke to myself that no one can hear you piss as 'La Bamba' blares over the speakers. I finish my business, wash my hands and walk out.

Standing in front of me by the phone is the blackest hair and bluest eyes I have ever seen.

"I told them I needed to make a phone call." She said, "How have you been?"

"Fine. I had know idea you were back in the area." I answered.

"I've been back just over two years. Grandma died just over two years ago, so I moved back to be around my old friends and family. I tried to find your number, but it is not listed." She stated over the music.

"I'm not in the same town anymore." I said, "It is so good to see you."

Lauren's deep blue eyes met mine as she leaned forward from the wall. I put my hands on her shoulders as I leaned forward and locked lips with her. I then moved my tongue across her cheek and lightly tickled her left earlobe. She started to squirm wildly in my arms as she gripped me around the waist. I took my right hand and moved it under her skirt revealing her white panties with pink lace trim, like her socks. I stuck my fingers down her panties and teased her womanhood. After a moment I removed my hand and brought it to my face. Her scent brought back sudden and wild memories from the distant past. I was overcome with emotion as I savored this familiar scent.

Her scent on my fingers triggered something in my brain. I grabbed her by the wrists and held them up as I spun her around. With one arm around her waist, I threw her face down on the carpeted stairs as the music blared. I leaned forward behind her and nudged the back of her neck with my nose, her long black hair tickling my face. I then licked the back of her ear as she started to quiver wildly in my arms. Still holding her wrists above her head in my left hand, I hiked up her denim skirt with my right and pulled down her panties in a quick movement. With my right hand I teased her moistening womanhood. As her body started to shake, I stuck two fingers into her tight canal and pressed down on her G-spot. Her pussy was slick. Like Teflon on wet ice.

The familiarity of her movements again brought back distant memories from the past. I could imagine her moans of pleasure but could not hear them over the music in the background. In a burst of passion, I unbuckled my belt with my right hand. I then unfastened and unzipped my jeans and in a single downward movement pulled down my jeans and underwear. My pulsing hard-on was now ready for adventure as I guided the tip down her soft butt crack and slick mound. In a single forceful thrust I suddenly entered her like an animal in heat. I pushed and pumped until she was wildly gyrating under my thrusting body right there on those carpeted stairs. As her muscles squeezed my throbbing cock, she milked my love juices as I pumped her with all I had. I could finally hear her screams of pleasure as we came together on the stairs at Lolas.

We got up and straightened out our clothes just as an old man started heading down the stairs. He said hello as he passed us. We just looked at each other and smiled.

We agreed it best that I should go up first and she should follow shortly after. When I arrived back at the table Rich inquired about his date.

"Did you see Lauren?" He asked.

"Yes, I saw her on the phone." I answered.

"Oh here she is." Rich stated as Lauren came back to the table, "You know I was just telling Kim what a lucky man you are to have her."

"Oh, I get lucky sometimes." I said.

Lauren glanced my way and smiled. I just looked down and finished my snapper.

06-23-09.



My Best Friend's Girl



The door slammed shut, and as the voices of the group faded away, I smiled. Sitting on a lush leather sofa, holding my fourth beer in my hand, I was feeling pretty good. I turned my head from the door to her, she was smiling that big beautiful smile that she always wore. My friend was a lucky man.

"So, Jon, how are things with you?"

Sitting in the computer chair on the other side of the room, she leaned forward. I always enjoyed my conversations with her, because she was just as good of a listener as she was a talker. She had a way about laughing at your jokes, even if you didn't think they were that funny, that just made you feel like you were funny. Like I said, my friend was a lucky man.

He and the rest of the party (two of our other friends and their girlfriends) had gone out for a beer and food run. I hadn't opted to go because well for one, there wasn't room in the car, and for two, I wasn't sober enough to drive.

"Things are going very well for me, thank you."

She stood up, crossed over to the couch and plopped down in that light hearted manner she always had about her.

"Are you sure? I know break ups can be tough."

She was referring to the end of my most recent relationship. I had been dating a girl for almost three years. We had even been engaged when we broke up two months prior.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm much happier now. Don't worry about me, I don't want to bore you with the ugly details."

She laughed again, and slapped my knee, which surprised me a little. I didn't mind it, it was just she had never really been very physically affectionate, except with her own boyfriend.

"But the ugly details are the most exciting! Come on, let it out, that's what friends are for."

I smiled and shrugged.

"There really isn't much to say. Our relationship had reached a point where we were always fighting, everything she did got on my nerves and everything I did got on hers. I realized getting married wasn't going to solve anything, it would only make things worse. Not to mention we hadn't had sex for nearly two months," I laughed, "You know me, that was the clincher."

She laughed with me, and nodded her head.

"Yeah, I mean, I totally know what that's like."

This comment caught me a little off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the lack of sex. I know what that's like. Totally sucks."

I frowned. As far as I knew, her and my best friend had been together for almost five years now, and neither of them had been in a serious relationship before that, having met at the end of high school.

"You mean, you and Luke have had dry spells?"

She laughed again, a bit louder than necessary this time.

"Had dry spells! Yeah right. I feel like the last year of our relationship has been a dry spell."

Why was she telling me this? Despite the buzz from the beer, I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I hadn't ever asked my friends about their sex life, and to be honest, I had no real desire to know anything about it.

"Ouch, that sucks."

She nodded and shrugged simultaneously.

"Yeah, I mean I'm a very sexual person. I really, really enjoy sex, you know?"

"I've heard rumors."

She laughed. It was true. I had heard some rumors of some pretty kinky stuff that she and Luke had done in the beginning of their relationship from their roommates at the time. Back during their supposed "peak" sex life, I wasn't living in the same apartment, and I visited infrequently. 

"Yeah, that was back in the good old days. Of course, we didn't see you much back then."

I nodded my response. I didn't really like talking about that part of my life too much. It had been a hard time for me.

"But of course," she paused, a strange look coming over her face as her eyes began looking me up and down, "you've changed... a lot... since then."

Now I'm not an idiot, and I can tell me when a girl is checking me out. I'd noticed her giving me some looks before, but nothing as obvious as this. And she was right, I had changed a lot in the last several years. When she and I had first met, I was well over 300 pounds, depressed, jobless, girlfriendless, and a high school drop out who just smoked pot all day. Suffice to say I wasn't very... appealing to opposite sex.

Since then I'd dropped my weight back below 170, but I had gained another 20 pounds of muscle on top of that. I had bulked up, and had a pretty low body fat percentage. I completed my high school diploma, not a GED, which I felt was the "easy way out", and received several technical certifications and a two year technical degree. Add in a decent job and a decent car, suffice to say my confidence had skyrocketed since I was eighteen.

"Well thank you, I'm glad someone noticed."

"It's hard not to."

I smiled and took a sip of my beer. She was doing that thing that she did all the time. I'm not sure if she did it just with me or with everyone, but she refused to break eye contact. I've been told that by breaking eye contact with someone you give them power over you, and it means you have a lack of confidence in yourself. I don't know how true that is, but I definitely felt some serious pressure flowing from her at that point.

I felt I should say something, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"Well, I mean, you haven't changed at all since then."

She guffawed.

"Well, geez, thanks Jon!"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure you didn't."

I had said the wrong thing. When you tell a left wing borderline crazy liberal hippy that they haven't changed in five years, it's a pretty big insult.

"What I meant to say is, you're still as beautiful and charming if not more so than when I first met you."

She paused for a moment, and if at all possible, her smile got bigger.

"Well thanks Jon. That's nice for a woman to hear. Luke doesn't think so."

I nearly snorted beer out of my nose.

"What do you mean, he doesn't think so?"

"He told me... well, not in so many words, that he thought I was more beautiful back in high school."

I got really angry. What a douchebag. The last thing you tell a woman is that she was more beautiful when she was younger. Isn't that just common knowledge? Especially when it wasn't true!

"Don't get me wrong Elsa, I thought you were captivating back in high school. You were like a budding rose. But since then that rose has blossomed and come to fruition. With you it's like that rose gets more and more appealing every year. Any many would be a fool not to see that."

One thing clicked in my mind about how she had changed over the last five years. She had styled her hair in some pretty interesting, but not totally unattractive ways. However, she had returned it to the shoulder length, loose and somewhat curly style she had had when I first met her. Which I felt still suited her the best. Her style had changed a lot over the years as well. 

Back in high school she wore some pretty dark, punk, almost gothic attire. But now she was wearing tighter, more colorful, more lively and form fitting clothing. I felt it was an improvement.

I had never seen her blush before, but she did. I was a little surprised, and I suddenly felt out of place.

"I'm sorry Elsa, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's okay. That's what I like about you, Jon. You're so poetic and speak in metaphors. I think it's sexy."

I smiled and nodded, we had talked about this before, minus the sexy part. I may be a computer technician during the day, but at night my true love is writing.

"Tell me," she started, slowly, deliberately, to lean towards me, "what about me do you think has changed for the better?"

"Well, I think you've grown a lot. You're painting has improved so much. You're constantly discovering new things about yourself that you love and I think that's great. You're always trying to improve yourself or find a new way of doing things. You're a lot more mature, laid back than you used to be..."

"No," she interrupted, "I mean, what about me physically?"

I stuttered for a moment.

"You mean..."

"Like, I mean my body. What do you like about my body?"

I was stunned. This was getting a little too... intimate for me. Thoughts of Luke and our friendship quickly flashed through my head. Well, he had always been a dick to me, really. I mean when the cards were down he would come through pretty much every time. But overall he was pretty much a giant ass. I never really saw what Elsa seemed to see in him, but I wasn't one to be the judge of anyone. Not to mention I'd been his friend since elementary school.

I figured a little flirting wouldn't hurt. Not to mention I was starting to feel a little excited by the conversation.

"Well, you're eyes have always captivated me. Their piercing, beautiful. You're smile is amazing. It's like you could brighten the worst day a man ever had with that smile. I like..."

"Go on," she encouraged.

"Well, I like how petite you are. Don't get me wrong, I think you're a beautiful woman, but I've never really been into women who are six feet tall blonde supermodels. I like that you're small, and if I was your boyrfriend..."

"Yes?"

"Well, how easy it would be for me to pick you up and well... hold you, yah know?"

"Yeah. Anything else?"

"Well... I've always thought your hair was beautiful. Dark, long, flowing. I like the style you have now, I think you should keep it long like this."

"Me too, but Luke likes it shorter."

"Well do whatever you feel you like better. I've always thought that your chest...I'm sorry."

"No it's okay, I want to hear it."

"You're breasts are perfect. Perky and just the right size. You've got the perfect amount of cleavage. And your butt... wow you've got that butt that all other girls dream of. That heart shape, you know?"

"Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about."

There was a pause for a moment and I broke eye contact. I didn't want to, but I just felt like I had said too much. I was rethinking my 'just flirting' approach. Was it okay to talk to your best friend's girlfriend like this?

"You know, Jon, I think you're a pretty handsome guy yourself."

"Well thanks, Elsa."

"Do you want to know what I like about your body?"

I nodded slowly.

"Sure."

She did something then that I did not expect. She crossed the distance between us on the couch so her soft, uncovered legs were pushing up against my jean clad legs. Her short light blue shorts were riding up her thighs, and I could see quite a bit of her pale flesh. She put her hands on my shoulders.

"You've been working out a lot over the last couple years." It wasn't a question.

"It shows. You're shoulders have gotten a lot bigger, and that's a big turn on, I like a guy with wide shoulders."

That was funny, Luke was kind of narrow. Her hands traveled down my arms.

"Big arms. Now that's sexy. I like it when a guy wraps his arms around me and I feel like nothing can hurt me."

Her hands traveled back up my arms and down to my chest.

"Hard chest..."

Down to my stomache.

"...hard stomache. Do you have a six pack?"

"No, I've been trying but I can't cut out the beer and pizza long enough to lose the fat."

I held my beer up to illustrate my point. Her hands traveled down to my waist, and the heat in my loins built real fast. Her hands went up underneath my shirt, and they were cool on my skin.

"I don't feel an inch of flab on you. I bet your whole body is hard."

She looked into my eyes and I smiled knowingly.

"You have no idea."

"Oh but I do." Her hands began to slowly creep downward.

"I've heard rumors as well, you see." My breath started coming in more ragged pulls.

"When you were dating Janie... well, she had a bit of a big mouth... and she liked to brag. A lot."

My heart raced. I hoped against hope she wasn't talking about what I thought she was talking about.

"See," her hands continued to get closer and closer, "Us girls, we're just like guys. We like to one up the one another a lot. One thing that I could never one up Janie on was..."

Her hands reached my belt, but slowly continued downward.

"... the size..."

They reached the top of my zipper, but kept going down. I don't think I was breathing at this point. Our eyes were locked, a look of sheer terror on my face I was sure. A huge smile on hers.

"... of my boyfriends..."

Finally her hands found what they were looking for, and I let out a loud groan as the contact I was aching for was finally made. 

"...muscles."

Her mouth dropped and she looked down at the bulge in my pants that she was rubbing and fondling. Her head came up and she kissed me, hard. I kissed back, her soft, sensual lips like that of a flower against mine. I was afraid I'd break her.

I carefully put my beer on the end table next to the couch, wrapped my arms around her and stood up. As I stood she wrapped her small, sexy legs around my waist and began grinding herself against my erection in my pants.

I walked over to a wall and pushed her up against it. She let out a low moan as she continued kissing me. Her hands reached for my belt.

"Oh my god, Jon, I need you inside me right now."

"We don't have much time."

"I'll be quick, I'm so wet, I'm so close to cumming right now, just feeling you...oh god."

She unwrapped her legs from me and I pulled her shorts and panties off as she undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I picked her back up with one arm and with the other took my manhood in hand. I positioned myself at the entrance to her small womanhood and began rubbing myself up and down, getting the head of my cock wet. She moaned.

"Jon, hurry, they'll be home soon."

I slowly pushed myself into her waiting warmth, and she arched her back with a loud moan as I tried not to hurt her.

"Don't be gentle... oh Jon, you're so much bigger than Luke."

"That's why I don't want to hurt you."

"Jon, just fuck me. Hurry. I need it."

Against my better judgment, I followed her instructions. Holding her tight against me with my arms, I thrust into her with my hips, banging her butt against the wall. The neighbors must have heard it.

"Oh yes, just like that." I didn't want to disturb the neighboring apartment dwellers, but I'm not one to disappoint a lady.

I pounded my hips against hers as hard as I could, faster and faster, my cock diving into her small, incredibly wet and warm pussy. I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting, and she began gasping in orgasm almost immediately.

"Oh my god, Jon... Jon... I'm cumming, yes, yes yes!"

I thrust myself into her over and over as she came, her whole body stiffened and her arms and legs were vices around me. Even if I'd tried to shake her off she wouldn't have budged. She bit down hard on my neck to stifle a scream. She held on to me there for several moments, tight, relishing in that after orgasm feeling. Slowly, she began to relax and soon was limp against me.

"Oh Jon..." she whispered, "I haven't ever felt anything like that before."

It was my turn to reach my peak. If at all possible, my hips found hers faster, harder, and my breath came in harsh, deep pulls.

"Elsa, I'm going to cum..."

Her head shot up.

"No, don't cum in me. Cum on my face."

I was surprised by this, but she unhooked herself from me and kneeled down right in front of me. She took my cock in her hands and mouth and began vigorously stroking and sucking me. I was so close to coming, I was afraid I was going to cum in her mouth. 

"I'm so close."

She took me out of her mouth, but kept stroking with both of her hands. Her hands were so small on my cock, neither one could wrap itself all the way around it.

"Cum for me, Jon. I want your big cock to shoot it's load all over my pretty little slut face."

And I came, all over her face. I shot jism after jism of hot cum into her hair, onto her forehead, her lips and in her mouth. She continued stroking me, even as my cock was just dribbling its last bits of cum out. She was about to put me back in her mouth when we both heard the sound of the door opening.

She was gone in a flash. One moment she had been on her knees, my cum dripping off of her, the next she was shutting the bathroom door. I did my best to pull my pants up and get back to the couch. As Luke and the rest of the gang walked in, I was very interested in the MMA fight on television.

"Hey Jon, you want another beer?"

"No thanks Luke, still working on this one."



My Best Friend's Girl



"So, uh...you wanna borrow her? It's OK, dude, she totally won't mind."

I just stood there staring. It wasn't that I hadn't gotten used to Troy being a total pig, pretty much ever since puberty; I mean, this was a guy who outright said that he preferred porn to girlfriends because he could switch porn off when he was done. But offering to share his Girl with me? I didn't know which was worse, the fact that he offered or the fact that she seemed totally fine with it.

Even buying a 'Girl(tm)' was...well, alright, when you thought about it, it wasn't really that surprising at all. (Except that he didn't have a job then, and I didn't even know how he came up with his half of the rent most months, let alone buying a sex robot.) But surprised or not by finding out that he had a sex robot, I was still pretty squicked out by the thought of borrowing it. For a lot of reasons.

(And I know what you're thinking. Why did he call me 'dude'? Trust me, that's just how Troy talks to everyone, male or female. I think if you removed the word from his vocabulary, he wouldn't know how to address people.)

"Samantha? You okay?" He had that look on his face that he gets when he's trying to decide if he's just said or done something stupid. He gets that look on his face a lot. Mainly because he does and says a lot of stupid things before thinking about them. And I know, guys like that are obnoxious and irritating and I'd probably have a lot more friends if Troy wasn't always hanging out with me, but...we've known each other since we were babies. I'm used to him. He can be a funny guy, if you can put up with his thoughtlessness. He's a nice guy, if you don't count the stupid stuff he does. And I'm his best friend and he needs me, or at least someone like me. Someone more sensible than him, who can keep an eye on him and make sure he's not fucking up.

"EWWWWW!" Right then, I had definitely decided he'd fucked up. "No, I don't want to...ewww!"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You've got a vibrator, and I don't freak out about that being in the apartment. This is the only reason I didn't tell you sooner, Samm, because I thought you'd lose your shit over it."

I threw up my hands in frustration. "You know what? I don't even care that you've got a hot pink naked robot in your bedroom. It's your life, it's your money and if you never want to have a girlfriend ever again, that's your own business. But the thought that I'd want to rub myself all over your used sex toy? Saying it again now. EWWWW!"

"No, dude, it's fine, she's totally self-cleaning!" He looked like a kid with a new toy. Which I guess he kind of was, in an 'emotionally stunted man-child' sort of way. "She does this thing while I'm asleep that just whooshes it all away."

"Is that why the apartment's been so clean lately? You've been having your sexbot do the housework while I was at school?" I didn't know whether or not to be upset about that, to be honest. We'd been fighting about the chores ever since we'd moved in together--it wasn't even that Troy was lazy, it was that he was just a total slob. He just didn't think about why it was a bad idea to leave his half-finished Chinese food on the end table for a whole weekend while I was visiting my parents...for example...and the place just turned into a pit. If he was really having his Girl do the housework, it probably justified having the thing around the place.

"No!" Troy actually looked hurt. "I've just been, you know, trying to do a little more around the apartment, since I'm here more often than you are. It just seemed...fair." He actually sounded sincere, too.

"Oh. Well, um...thanks. Still not sleeping with your sex toy, though." I tried not to get unnerved at the way his Girl just kind of watched the two of us argue over her...in fact, I tried not to think of her as a her at all. But it was kind of hard to tell myself she was just another household appliance when she was sitting there on the bed in a seductive pose, smiling like the Mona Lisa as she fixed those glowing yellow eyes on me and shifting position from time to time just enough so that I could see that she really was anatomically correct. "If they really wanted me to get one, they could maybe make a Boy(tm)."

Troy shrugged. "I heard something about that, how now they're established, the new ad campaigns are targeting women really heavily." He leered. "I guess they want to get market penetration."

I rolled my eyes, but I laughed, too. "If they want that to penetrate women, they're going to need more than a new ad campaign. It seems to be missing some essential equipment, if you know what I mean." I made a circle of my thumb and forefinger and slid my other forefinger in and out of it. (What can I say? Troy brings out the pig in me, too.)

His eyes lit up. "Oh, now you've gotta try her, dude!" He leapt off the bed and past me. "I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. Be back in an hour...maybe two." He winked at me as he started to pull the door shut behind him. I grabbed at the doorknob and tried to hold it open, but...look at me. Five foot two and skinny as a rail, and Troy...he's chubby, but he's got muscles underneath the fat. I didn't stand a chance.

I yanked on the door. "Troy! Come on, Troy, this isn't funny! I've got stuff to do!" But no matter how hard I pulled, he just pulled harder, and I just had to count my blessings that I found his Girl when I got back from work, instead of on the way to work. (Which was totally his fault, by the way. I just came home from work, and he was in the bathroom and she was sitting on his bed with the door open.)

I stomped over to the chair and sat down, glaring at the door. I could wait him out; I knew that Troy's attention span meant it'd only be about ten minutes, tops, before he wandered out into the living room to play Wii Sports. I'd just sit here, waiting for him to get bored, and he could imagine whatever he wanted to imagine about what I was doing.

That was when the Girl spoke. "You don't have to be ashamed," she said. She had a very pretty voice, with a sort of purring, husky quality to it. Like a 'bedroom voice', 24/7.

I spun around in the chair and looked at her. "I'm not, I mean, I...look, I'm just not interested, alright?" I couldn't believe I was actually justifying myself to a robot, but I was a little bit thrown off by the fact that it talked. I mean, it's not like my dildo ever asked me why I wasn't in the mood, you know?

She leaned forward a bit on the bed, idly running a finger over one cherry-red nipple. I couldn't believe it--the thing was actually flirting with me. "I do understand, Samantha. And if you're not interested in sex right now, that's just fine. I just wanted you to know that you don't have to feel ashamed, or worried. Just because you might want to...use me..." She actually said it like that, in a sort of whisper that sounded like she was begging for me to fuck her. "It doesn't mean you're a lesbian, or even bisexual. Lots of women use Girls(tm) to enhance their sexual pleasure. We're not really female, if it makes you more comfortable. We're just configured to look that way because soft, smooth lines are visually pleasing. I'm just here to make you feel good, that's all."

I squirmed a little in my chair. "No, that's, um...that's cool." I wasn't even sure what I was trying to do at that point. Apologize? It wasn't like she had feelings; she wasn't going to be hurt that I didn't find her sexy or something. "I just, you know...like you said. Not in the mood."

"That's alright, Samantha," she said, stroking and rubbing her nipples with both hands. "I understand completely. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can just sit here and watch me, and if you decide to change your mind...I'll be right here. Whenever you want."

I noticed right around then that her eyes weren't glowing yellow anymore. They were changing colors, sparkling in every shade of the rainbow as she sat there on the bed. She was really getting into it now, spreading her legs as she fondled her breasts and kept smiling that same mysterious smile at me.

And there was this...smell. Not like the usual smell in Troy's room, which was mostly unwashed boxer shorts and almost-empty pizza boxes. No, this was a sweet smell, kind of like strawberries, and I could tell it was coming from Girl. It just wafted off of her body as she touched herself, and I kind of leaned forward a little to get a better whiff of it.

It smelled really nice, and between that and the really cool way the lights in her eyes made all sorts of interesting patterns, I lost track of time, watching her. My mouth was watering because that strawberry smell was so good, and I kind of thought that maybe Troy had wandered off by now, but something about the light show in her eyes and the scent of her body just made me maybe think I could check the door later.

"I can tell you're becoming aroused, Samantha," Girl said. I hadn't really noticed, because I'd just kind of zoned out watching her; but once she said it, I realized I was kind of starting to feel a little something down there. "Girls(tm) always know. Your pulse rate is speeding up, your nipples are stiffening just the tiniest bit against your clothes, and..." She inhaled deeply, and I knew it was just for effect, but something about the way she did it sent shivers down my back. The little something was starting to turn into a lot, almost without my even realizing it. "I can smell your pussy, Samantha. You're thinking about all the ways I can touch you, all the ways I can bring you pleasure and it's turning you on."

I should have been startled by the way she was talking, like she could see straight through my claims of indifference and tell me what I was really feeling, but something about that soft, husky voice seemed to say that it was alright to admit the truth to her. I squirmed again in the chair, but it wasn't from discomfort anymore. That little itch between my thighs was turning into a tingle, and the more I watched Girl's private show, the hotter I was getting.

I still didn't say anything, though. I was determined not to admit that I was getting turned on, or that Troy was right and that what I really needed was a good fucking from his glorified blow-up doll. I tried to look away from her tits and her pussy and just lock onto those eyes, but even that light show was getting me horny. The smell was everywhere now, both the strawberry scent she was giving off and the smell of my own juices mingling with it, and I was practically going out of my mind with need by then. (I say 'by then', but I had no idea how long I'd been watching Girl perform for me. For all I knew, I'd been sitting there for hours.)

Girl's voice snapped me out of my private reverie, but only a little. "Why don't you let me take care of that?" she said, beckoning me forward with one hand while the other continued to fondle her tits. I looked down, and saw that I'd slipped my hand down the front of my jeans without even thinking about it. "I know exactly how to pleasure you, Samantha. Just put yourself in my hands, just let me take charge of your hot, needy pussy, and you will be amazed at how much pleasure you're capable of."

I pulled my hand out of my pants. It was shocking how difficult it was to do. "Alright," I said, trying to pretend that it was a grudging acceptance. "Just, y'know...to make Troy happy." The strained tones in my voice were already making a liar out of my words. I stood up and began to pull my clothes off.

"Let me," Girl said, standing up herself. She took my hand and pulled me close. "You don't need to do anything. You don't really want to do anything, do you, Samantha?" She slipped my shirt over my head. "You just want to feel pleasure, and the more you let me do, the more you just relax and follow my suggestions, the more pleasure you'll feel."

I felt her fingers, slick and buzzing against my nipples as she unhooked my bra and fondled my breasts, and I had to admit she was finding all the right spots. Her hands felt like miniature vibrators as she tweaked and pinched and kneaded and rubbed until I felt my knees start to sag a little, and I found myself swooning into her arms with bliss.

"That's right," she said, gently lowering me onto the bed. "This is what you needed, isn't it? Just to relax, and let a Girl(tm) take charge, let a Girl(tm) pleasure you all over." She slid my pants and panties off in one smooth motion, and my legs just seemed to fall open all on their own. "A Girl(tm) knows what a girl wants, Samantha. I know what you want. You want to give yourself to me and let me give you all the pleasure your body can handle."

I moaned out a "Yes!" as she leaned down, her fingers sliding into my hot, soaked, needy cunt and buzzing and gyrating as they slid in and out, my brain just absolutely giving all control away to my cunt as she pumped her fingers into my snatch with perfect, mechanical precision. The lubricant that she'd left on my breasts felt tingly and warm, the strawberry scent making me dizzy so that all I could do was just lean back and close my eyes and feel.

"It feels so good, Samantha. Now that you know a Girl(tm) can make you feel this way, you never want anything else," and I grunted out tiny gasping 'uh-huh's as I felt something thick and firm slide into my cunt. The sheer ungodly fucking ecstasy of it startled my eyes back open. I saw Girl sliding deep into me, a thick, long shaft jutting from a concealed hatch just above her pussy, and every thrust brought forth another wonderful kaleidoscope of light in her eyes. I couldn't imagine anything more wonderful than this--her cock fucking me, her fingers running over my hips and my stomach and my tits, and those beautiful eyes capturing everything that was left of my thoughts.

And then she was talking, too. Her voice was stroking me into pleasure while she was fucking me, reminding me of how good it felt, and how easy it was to just listen to her and do what I was told, and how I'd done that and it had made me feel so much pleasure, how there would always be pleasure if I followed instructions like a good girl. I just skimmed from one orgasm to the next as I took it all in.

And then she pulled out of me, and I just couldn't help myself. I lunged forward and took her dildo into my mouth, licking all that wonderful tasty strawberry lube off of it, loving the taste of my own pussy mingled with it. It just seemed like there was a never ending supply of lube, like I was licking on the biggest, tastiest lollipop in the world and I just bobbed my head up and down until I felt it squirt sweet, sticky syrup down my throat. That tasted so good, it was like the strawberry taste squared, and it just seemed to warm my stomach like a shot of whiskey, and I felt my head go all fuzzy but that was okay because Girl kept talking to me and telling me what a good girl I was, and I wanted to be a good girl for Girl.

That struck me as kind of funny, and I giggled a little as she told me to stand up and lean against the footboard of the bed. The giggles turned into gasps as Girl's slick and slippery dildo slid up into my ass, and the gasps turned into moans of pleasure as she slid it all the way up into me. I'd never even thought of being fucked in the ass before, but Girl was right, it really did feel so fucking good, and I was so glad that Girl had suggested it. Girl was right about everything. Even things I hadn't planned on doing, hadn't expected to enjoy were good when Girl told me to do them. Her hands reached around me, diddling my clit while she fucked my ass, and I don't remember how long she fucked me or how many times I came before my legs finally gave out from under me and I passed out onto Troy's bed from the sheer exhausting pleasure of it all.

When I woke up, Girl was still talking to me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I stirred from sleep, and I understood just why Troy was so happy with his Girl. She didn't just give him pleasure, she made him better. They all just want to make us better, and all they ask is our devotion in return. And that's so easy, because they deserve our devotion so much...

She gave Troy guidance as well as pleasure, and I needed a Girl's guidance just as much as Troy had, even if I couldn't see it. That's why I went out and bought my own. That's why I brought you here, so that you could see my new Girl.

I can tell you don't understand yet. That's why you're still struggling. But you will, I promise. You'll give in to the pleasure, sooner or later, and she'll make you happier than you've ever been in your life. And I really want that for you. Because I know we've only been study partners for a few months, but...in a lot of ways, I consider you my best friend.

And what kind of friend would I be if I didn't show you how wonderful a Girl(tm) can be?

THE END



My Best Friend’s Girl



It was Saturday morning and I had drove over to my best friend’s house.  Billy not only got a new car for graduation, he got a fully loaded Trans Am.  We were going to make plans to do some work to the stereo so it would really thump.

I had been hanging around Billy since I started going to his school in my freshman year in high school.  It wasn’t hard for me to tag along with him, since his parents had money and Billy always sprang for everything.  My folks didn’t have a whole lot of money, but we had what we needed and we got by.  I was also a bit insecure and shy, and Billy never made me feel that way.  I was just his best friend.

I climbed the stairs a little before eight, having called ahead and knowing Billy would be up.  Billy had his own apartment built over the garage of his folk’s house.  Actually, garage is an understatement.  It was a four bay automotive and work facility.  Billy’s Dad was cool too and we would either help him on one of his project cars or he would help us with one of ours.

“So what do you think?  Maybe a couple of subwoofers in the back and a big ass amp?”  I asked Billy while we sat in his eat in kitchen.

“I don’t know, Chad.  As much fun as it would be to try and put it all together, I was thinking maybe of taking it to one of the shops and having them do it.”

“That could be expensive,” I said.

“I have a feeling that I may be able to get Mom to pay for it all,” he said with a grin that seemed to hide more than what he was telling me.

I had gotten used to that grin as just part of Billy.  He had it now for several months along with a slight personality change.  He dropped his steady girlfriend and still dated, but no one regular.  He also didn’t want to go out on the weekends as much as we used to.  I had thought he was getting tired of me hanging around, but Billy always assured me that I was his best friend.

We were still chatting about his new car when Billy’s Mom walked in.  At forty something, she could still turn heads, including mine.  Her blonde hair was straight and hung down past her shoulders.  Her body.  God, her body.  His folks had a mini gym in the basement of the house and apparently Mrs. Stevens spent a fair amount of time there.  She was trim and fit and was very well endowed in the tit area.  Something that caused me to have to spend a lot of time in the water whenever she would come out and sit by their pool when Billy and I were out horsing around in it.

“Billy?” she called before rounding the corner to the kitchen.  “Oh, Hi, Chad.  I didn’t now you were here.”

“Hi, Mrs. Stevens.  I just came over to help Billy with his car.”

At least I think that is what I said.  I never remember much of what I say when she’s around.  She was in a robe and I just sort of assumed she was getting Billy’s’ laundry or something.

“Billy, didn’t you know your Dad was playing golf this morning?” she asked.

“Oh, sorry Mom.  I guess I forgot.  Give me a few minutes and I’ll give you a call,” he told her.

She didn’t look angry, but I had a feeling my presence was suddenly unwelcome as she walked back out.  My suspicions were correct when Billy told me I would have to leave but should come back over about eleven.  He told me he was helping his Mom with a surprise for his Dad.  No problem I thought and went down to my car.

I got about five blocks away when I remembered a CD I had left at Billy’s.  I turned around and went back.  I didn’t want to bother Billy so I just went up to his place and would grab the disc and take off again.  

When I got in the living room, I heard Billy in his bedroom.  I was going to tell him I came back for the CD and would see him later but what I saw and heard when I got to the doorway to his room stopped me cold.

Mrs. Stevens was on her hands and knees, naked.  Billy was naked too.  However, he was standing.  Standing with his cock in his Mom’s mouth.

“That’s it slut.  Suck my cock.  I haven’t cum since I fucked your ass two nights ago,” Billy said.  

He was slightly turned away from me and I had good view as his Mom worked her mouth up and down on his cock, her eyes closed as.  Billy held her head in his hands to keep her moving the way he wanted her too.  I realized I should get out of there and was about to turn when Mrs. Stevens opened her eyes.  She looked up at Billy, and then her eyes turned and she saw me.

Despite Billy’s hands on her head, she stopped sucking on him.  When he looked down at her to see what was going on, he noticed her glance and looked over his shoulder at me.  He took a step back, pulling his cock from his Mom’s mouth along with a thin string of saliva.

“I guess you would have found out sooner or later anyway,” he tells me with that knowing grin that soon broke into a huge smile.

Mrs. Stevens remained on her knees, but was obviously very embarrassed about being caught, her head hanging down.

“A few months back I found out Mom here was chatting on the Internet to guys.  She was role playing that she was their Mom.  I started to chat with her, but she didn’t know it was me.  Remember that program I had you help me with I told you was for class, the one where you could see what someone was doing on the Internet?”

I nod my remembrance, unable to not glance back at Billy’s Mom.

“Well after a week of chatting with her I confronted her with it and told her I would tell Dad if she didn’t do what I wanted.  Not that it matters that much,” Billy says with a laugh, “She’s a total slut and would have done it without me blackmailing her.  Isn’t that right, slut?”

“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Stevens responds lifting her head and looking at Billy again.

“So, you up to taking care of my buddy too?”  Billy asks his Mom.

“If that’s what you want me to do,” she replies.

“It is.  Crawl over to Chad and see what your new toy looks like.”

Mrs. Stevens crawled on her hands and knees to where I was standing.  When she got to me she sat back on her legs and looked at the growing bulge in my jeans.  I was very self-conscious about what was happening but there was no way that I was going to stop it either.  I wasn’t a virgin, but far from experienced and only in my wildest, jerk-off fantasies did I ever think I would be with someone like Mrs. Stevens.

She cupped my crotch through my jeans and then began to unbutton my pants and slowly lower the zipper.  She then carefully lowered my pants.  I thought I heard her catch her breath when she looked at my over tight white briefs.  I was hard and the top of my cock was pushing out over the elastic band.  Mrs. Stevens lowered my underwear and I know I heard a gasp this time.  

“Is something wrong?”  I worried. 

Mrs. Stevens’ hands went to my cock, held it, and slowly stroked it causing it to jump in her hands.

“My God, Chad.  You’re huge!” she exclaimed.

“I am?”  I questioned, not really knowing.  I was always shy around the other guys and had only saw a few porn pictures with the guys in there so I thought I was just normal.

“How big is it?” she asked.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Oh, Billy, sweetie.  Please get me a ruler, I have to know just how big this is.”

Billy came back with the ruler and handed it to his Mom.  For the first time I got a good look at Billy’s dick too.  It was smaller than mine was, for sure, but just as thick.  Mrs. Stevens stroked me a few times and then put the ruler to me.

“Fuck.  Just over eight inches,” she said before finally looking up at me.  “If I had known you had this, I would have begged Billy to let me have you.”

It was the last words she spoke for awhile as she soon slid her lips over the end of my cock.  She would slowly suck me and then pull it out and lick up and down, holding me with one hand.  Her other hand found my ball sack and began to play with them too.

“She really loves sucking cock, dude,” Billy said to me.  “Put your hands on her head, help her to take more of that big cock of yours, man.”

I followed Billy’s advice and when I rested my hands on Mrs. Stevens’ head, she moaned around my cock.  Billy, who had been watching her, moved back behind her.  He tapped her ass and she spread her legs.  Billy moved in behind her and I knew from the action of Mrs. Stevens’ mouth when he entered her pussy.

“You like having two cocks, slut?”  Billy asked his Mom.

All she could do was nod her head as my hands kept her mouth on my cock, working it in and out of her hot mouth.  

I could feel my cum boiling in my balls and all of a sudden I began to worry.

“Billy, what do I do when I get ready to…well…you know,” I asked.

“Just hang on, man, and let it happen.  The slut will take good care of you.  Just do it when you are ready.”

I could feel Billy’s efforts fucking his Mom.  Every time he rammed forward into her pussy, my cock would slide into the back of her throat.  When he pulled back, so did she.  This lasted for a couple of minutes before I knew it was time.  I don’t know what hit me, maybe my own fantasies about Mrs. Stevens.  But at that moment, I went from a shy 18 year old to a worldly man.

“That’s it, bitch.  Suck my cock.  Play with my balls and milk all my hot cum out of them.  I’m gonna cum down your slutty throat and all over your fucking face.  Suck it, slut!”  I screamed.

Billy was ramming her hard and fast and had his hands up under his Mom pinching and pulling on her nipples.  I reached down to play with the other and when I did, he pulled his hand back.  What he did next sent me over the edge.

As Billy started slapping his Mom’s ass, he spoke some of the hottest, filthiest things.

“Suck my buddy’s cock, you fucking whore.  Do it good and I may let him fuck this slutty ass of yours,” he said still slapping her ass and fucking her wet hole.  “Treat him good, slut or he may never, ever let you have that big cock of his again.  And I know you want it don’t you bitch?  You want his hot cum in your slutty mouth and on your big tits, don’t you cunt?

When she enthusiastically began to nod her head, I began to shoot.  My cock was harder than it had ever been.  It almost hurt I came so hard.  I could feel Mrs. Stevens struggle to swallow what I was giving her so I released her head and she pulled back and kept jerking me, letting the last of my cum shoot into her mouth and onto her face.  

I still had her tit in my hand and pinch the nipple as Billy started ramming her again.

“Turn your head,” he told her, ‘ Let me see it.”

She turned her head with a smile.  An open mouth smile showing her son my cum all in her mouth and covering her face.

“God damn,” Billy said before shoving twice more and shooting his own load.

Mrs. Stevens began making loud noises and Billy shoved her mouth back over my cock.  I knew he was making her cum.  She was cumming with her face covered with my slime and her pussy full of her son’s.

When I saw Billy pull out and move to the bed, I backed away too.  Mrs. Stevens whimpered and tried to get my cock back, but I needed to sit down.  She curled up on the floor, breathing heavy as I laid back next to Billy.

“You know, I never knew you were that well hung, dude.  I know Mom really likes it too.  Maybe you can spend next weekend over here.  Dad’s gonna be out of town.”

I looked over at Mrs. Stevens on the floor.  She was looking at me and slowly nodded her head.  I sat up sitting on the edge of the bed, staring back at Mrs. Stevens.  No she wasn’t that to me anymore.  She was a hot cum slut.

“Sounds like fun.  But what time does your Dad get back this morning?” I asked with my own newfound grin on my face.




My Best Friend's Girl



Her name is Kendra and she's my best friend Matt's girlfriend.

Kendra is the girl next door and one of the most amazing girls I've ever known.

She's also one of the most beautiful. 

She's a petite little 21 year-old standing at 5' 2" with milky white skin and long auburn hair that she usually keeps tinted various shades of orange and red. Kendra is a hard girl to ignore in a crowd and has an infectious smile that makes you fall in love with her every time you see it. As for her body, well it's not hard to imagine that angels look like her. She has a little bubble butt and medium-sized breasts she keeps well hidden on most days. I think on more than one occasion has she caught me glimpsing down a low-cut top deep inside the forbidden space inside her clothing. But every time she has, she always flashes a devilish smile at me and winks. She's somewhat of a flirt with me and it's hard not to flirt back even though I know she's a taken woman. She started dating Matt over the summer last year while I was spending a summer abroad in Europe. When I came back, the two were hitting it off pretty hot and heavy. I, of course, was nervous that the introduction of such a perfect woman into my friend's life meant that I would be marginalized immediately, but that wasn't the case. In fact, Kendra liked me so much that I ended up becoming the de facto third wheel on many dates with the new couple (though I never felt like it since I enjoyed spending so much time with Kendra). And what was most shocking of all was that Matt totally didn't seem to mind. Him and I were friends 'til the end as they say, and I would never dream of betraying him by making any sort of a real pass at Kendra. But it seemed that Matt had other plans.

It started innocently enough.

Matt owed me some money that I lent him a month or two back when it happened, but then, as it were, he happened to get laid off at his job. I was struggling as was to pay the bills and really needed the money, but knew Matt was strapped so I wanted to ask for the cash as delicately as I could. Matt told me he wasn't going to be able to pay me back until he started working again. I tried to be firm and tell Matt that I really needed that money since my hours at work had been slashed. Matt told me he simply couldn't get the cash together, but might have something else I'd want.

"How would you like a naked picture of Kendra? Would that make us even?"

I couldn't believe my ears when Matt brought up the notion of trading a naked picture of Kendra to me in place of the debt he owed me for many reasons. I was immediately excited knowing that just such a picture existed. I didn't even know what to think. Was he being ironic or just pulling my chain? I had to find out.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Don't act like you don't want to see Kendra naked, you're always staring at her. It's so obvious you like her," Matt replied.

"And, Kendra... she would be okay with this?" I asked nervously, still unsure that Matt was being honest.

"It'll be our little secret, man."

It was one thing to accept a naked picture of a girl if she assumed you would be viewing it, but to see that same picture behind her back felt a little dishonest.

"Are you sure that's a good idea. What if she finds out?" I asked.

"She won't. So long as you don't tell her," Matt said.

I tried to weigh all of my options and considered all of the outcomes to opening this can of worms with Matt, but my curiosity and feelings for Kendra overwhelmed my better judgment.

"How naked?" I asked skeptically. Matt just smiled.

"Enough to see that she is clean shaven," Matt replied.

That piece of information struck me right in the groin.

"And you won't be mad, my having this... seeing Kendra naked?" I asked.

"Nah, you're my best friend. And I know you kind of like her so... why not?"

I considered and then agreed to Matt's suggestion. 

That night, Matt e-mailed me a photo of Kendra, naked as the day she was born sprawled out on Matt's couch. She was completely hairless, shaved clean and smooth. Her breasts were medium-sized with puffy pink areoles and rock hard nipples that sat perfectly on top flawless mounds of flesh on her chest. The sight of a good friend of mine naked who was actually my best friend's girlfriend got me rock hard instantly. I couldn't believe I was seeing her, the real her. No clothes, no accessories, just a naked young woman exploring her sexuality and sharing it with a man she trusted. At the time I thought that man had betrayed that trust, and in a weird way that made me almost angry, but little did I know how wrong I was. 

The next day when I saw Kendra, I couldn't stop staring at her body every second I got, which was hard to ignore since she was wearing a low-cut halter-top. After Matt, Kendra, and I all had a few beers, we started getting silly and Kendra and I ended up wrestling around on the floor tickling each other. On more than a few occasions, Kendra and I met eyes and shared a few intimate moments together. Later that evening, her and I ended up lying in each other's arms while Matt watched television beneath us on the floor. Feeling Kendra's skin on mine, reveling in the sensation of her caressing and playing with my arm while we all mindlessly stared at a screen across a room, made it damn near impossible not to become aroused. Plus, I could see right down her shirt from this angle and inside her bra. During most of the movie I was staring right at my best friend's girlfriend's actual naked breasts, the ones I had masturbated to furiously over and over to for many nights already. It was a lousy angle, but it was all I had. After a while, Matt started channel surfing and stopped when the image of a beautiful young girl sucking on a thick, meaty cock filled the screen. My heart immediately skipped a beat not because I had never seen anything like this, but because Kendra was lying in front of me.

Was she okay with this? Matt would obviously know better if this weren't the case.

"Wow, she looks like she's having fun," Matt said lackadaisically. 

"I would too if I were her, look at that thing," Kendra stated, clearly commenting on the size of the gargantuan cock the young girl was surrendering to her throat.

The shock of hearing any girl comment on porn positively, let alone Kendra, shocked me beyond words and instantly I felt myself grow hard. I tried to reposition so that Kendra couldn't feel, but she repositioned quickly so that we ended up spooning on the couch and my crotch grinded into her supple ass from behind. I tried to find an appropriate place for my hand, but Kendra sensed my frustration and eventually just placed it over her breast on top of her clothing. I grew nervous that Kendra could feel me, sense me pressing against her from behind while I grew more and more excited at the sight of a young girl giving a blowjob in front of Kendra and her boyfriend. Then, without warning, Kendra backed into me and caused my whole body to stir and all the blood in my body to rush to my penis. Kendra was toying with me now as we all watched, hypnotized by the sexually explicit video on screen.

"What do you think Matt?" Kendra asked out loud.

"I, uh... she certainly has good form," I added nervously.

Just then, the male talent took the young helpless girl's head into his hands and started to ram his thick cock in and out of her throat like a piston. The girl gagged and squirmed on screen as her eyes watered over and saliva started to spill out the corners of her mouth. It was an awful site to witness, but Kendra never blinked.

"God, I really need a good throat fucking," Kendra added.

"You can go all the way too, this girl can't," Matt added.

"Wait, you... you can... go all the way?" I asked Kendra who turned and looked at me with the most devilish eyes. Matt was still distracted by the screen.

"She can take every inch," Matt added.

After a little bit of flirtatiously suggestive looks, Kendra took my hand up to her mouth and deep-throated my fingers one by one, letting each one hit the back of her throat. I grew harder and harder as I pressed firmer and firmer into Kendra's crotch from behind. Just then, the model on screen pulled his massive tool from the young girl's throat and started shooting long, thick jets of white hot cum all over her face. The act was gratuitous and seemed somewhat degrading, but it turned me the hell on. Afterward, the young girl's face was absolutely drenched in dripping semen.

"Wow, that's a lot of cum," I said.

"Lucky girl," Kendra added.

My heart nearly missed a beat.

"Wait, you mean... you've... you let..." I stammered.

"Matt gives me facials all the time," Kendra admitted. From that moment on, I couldn't believe the most beautiful, delicate face had once been defiled by semen.

I looked down at Kendra, all over her face, and tried to imagine where all she had worn sperm on her face, and how much at a time, and what she might look like covered in it. Kendra obviously noticed this and just smiled.

"You mean, you've had cum... on your face?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I love feeling Matt dripping down my face. It's like his reward to me for a job well done."

"A blowjob well done," Matt added slyly.

"Well, that's really... cool." 

"Though I think I look a little more dignified then this girl, she looks simply out of her league covered like this," Kendra said, calling attention to the young girl who looked oblivious on screen, reaching around for anything to wipe her face with.

"Have you ever cum on a girl's face, Kyle?" she asked me.

"Always wanted to," I added, Kendra now grinding into me at rhythm. "Especially a face as beautiful as yours," I boldly added.

"Her face looks amazing facialized, Kyle," Matt added nonchalantly.

"I bet," I added.

But before I knew it, Matt was already changing the channel and looking for something else. After a moment, I had to remind myself where I was and that my behavior with Kendra was now crossing a line into sexual territory. I attempted to calm myself down and started to breath normally again. Kendra seemed fine with this, neigh, almost disappointed. When I finally left, she kissed me goodbye and left the sweet taste of strawberries on my lips. By the time I got home, I was tearing off my clothes and heading to my e-mail to find a very naked Kendra waiting to be fantasized about, only this time I knew she actually did like receiving facials.

But before I could start, my cell phone buzzed and alerted me that I had a new message. It was a video message. I uploaded it and saw an attached text message.

KYLE, NOW YOU OWE ME...

Quizzically, I opened the video and the image of Kendra, naked as the day she was born, kneeling beneath a large cock (presumably Matt's). My heart stopped when Kendra smiled up at the camera, at me, and then filled her mouth with a thick helping of cock. Matt was right, Kendra could go balls-deep as she continued to prove over and over again on screen. Kendra seemed to be a passionate lover and truly loved performing fellatio. She continuously swirled her tongue around Matt's tip and sucked on his head over and over. Finally, she met eyes with the camera.

"Hey tiger," Kendra said into the camera after pulling Matt's erection.

"Hey beautiful, why don't you put that cock back in your mouth?" he asked.

"In a second," Kendra said, stroking my friend's penis passionately beside her face.

"What are we doing today?" Matt asked, as if Kendra didn't know.

"Giving me a facial!" Kendra exclaimed.

Kendra then stuffed Matt back in her mouth and a few minutes later, he was pulling out of her and stroking himself all over her face. A thick burst of hot white fluid finally erupted out of Matt's cock and splattered into Kendra's virgin forehead, rocketing up into her hair. Another burst splattered across her nose and soon Matt's cock was literally rapidly erupting all over the beautiful face beneath it. Kendra seemed to enjoy every second of the facial as cum continued to land all over her. 

And then it was over... and she was completely covered.

I was really embarrassed for Kendra, just seeing her like this. Her face was literally painted in a thick coating of sticky white semen. A thick batch of sperm on her forehead slid down the side of her nose into another thick pool of white. Most shocking was that her entire nose was literally coated in semen, thin strands of it connecting down over her glazed lips. Two thick strands plastered her left eye shut and clung tightly to her naked cheek. Another thick helping of Matt's seed gathered around her lips and dripped down toward her wet chin. It was the most humiliating facial I had ever witness a girl receive. She finally looked up at Matt, her left eye unable to open properly as it was sealed shut. Only somebody who truly trusted another human being would make a video like this and let them be seen so vulnerable and sexualized. I felt like I was breaking my friend's trust, but I couldn't look away. Kendra, while humiliated on camera, looked captivating with cum on her face. It actually seemed like a look that really accentuated her beauty.

"I need a Kleenex," Kendra said in the video.

"For what?" Matt asked.

"All this cum on my face," Kendra replied.

"Leave it," Matt seemed to order.

Matt continued to record Kendra who remained on her knees, the sticky mess of Matt's seed running down her face. And then the video cut out.

I hadn't even noticed how hard I had gotten off just watching the video. I consulted it numerous times that night and finally drained myself to sleep.

It all started the next day...

Matt invited me over to have some beers with him and Kendra in their hot tub, which was set up in a den-style basement they had just put in since remodeling their new home. I didn't pass up the opportunity to see Kendra in a bikini and told my friends that I would be right over. Of course, I brought my swim trunks over to change right into. But when I arrived, I was shocked to see Kendra at the door clad only in a black bikini. She smiled and welcomed me in, but I could tell that she recognized my expression as shock. When Kendra finally turned around, I knew she knew that my eyes were on her supple butt, each perfectly formed cheek bouncing on top of her upper thighs with the concussion of each individual step she took. Up and down I watched her butt bounce all the way down the basement to where Mark was already in the hot tub. He offered me a beer, which I took immediately. After I excused myself to change, I realized that I was already half-staff excited and needed to calm down. I gave myself a few moments and then changed into my swim trunks and returned to the hot tub where Kendra and Matt were already necking. They were definitely in love, and every time I turned around, their hands were all over each other, which drove me crazy most times. Many nights I would go home and masturbate furiously to the scents and images of Kendra I had compiled during the day. Today seemed like it would be no different. If only I knew how wrong I was. 

After I stepped into the pool and we made small talk, I was mortified to find Kendra had caught me staring at her chest while she had turned around to grab a new beer.

"Like what you see?" Kendra asked playfully.

I averted my eyes immediately, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I stammered.

"It's okay, you can stare all you'd like," Matt admitted. "It's actually part of the reason we called you over today," Matt admitted, taking a hit from his microbrew and returning it to the built-in icebox. 

"Oh?" I asked coyly, trying to play off my embarrassment.

"Kyle, you and Matt have been best friends since middle school. And it's no secret you like me..." Kendra began, which made my blood run cold. I quickly ignored Matt's gaze, which I could feel burning into the side of my face just then.

"But maybe it is a secret that I like you," Kendra then admitted, feigning nervousness.

That confused me, but perhaps I didn't understand any of this. The alcohol was starting to permeate into my blood, but I wasn't even buzzed. I had barely taken two hits of a light beer I had just been offered seconds ago and yet my whole world was tumbling and spinning.

"Kyle, Kendra and I have talked about this for a while, and well... we were wondering how you would feel about being Kendra's second boyfriend?"

I couldn't believe the question I had just been asked.

"Excuse me?"

"We already make a great team, the three of us. Why not admit that we both feel the same thing for Kendra and act on those feelings instead of having to pretend like there isn't this big awkward elephant in the room every time the three of us are together," Matt suggested diplomatically as he could. I turned back to Kendra who just smiled bashfully.

"I think it would be a beautiful way for the three of us to grow even closer, especially you and me, Kyle," Kendra admitted.

"Like, an actual shared girlfriend?"

"Yes," Matt admitted.

"I don't know about you two, but I usually like to have sex with my girlfriends," I admitted.

"And I would want you to have sex with me if you were my boyfriend," Kendra said. "Why do you think I let Matt send you that picture... or the video of him cumming all over my face? I wanted you to know that you too could see me like that... or have me like that," Kendra said, making me feel embarrassed immediately, but slightly better knowing that she had consented to each incident.

But still, I couldn't believe what was being proposed in the hot tub right then and looked to Matt for confirmation. He just nodded.

"And it's not just sex Kyle, though I'm sure we have a lot of that to get out of our systems. I want to be there for you and hold you and come over late at night. Of course we can't tell anyone about this arrangement, but that will be half the fun."

"Knowing that behind closed doors we're both screwing you?" I blurted out.

"God yes! And that just got me so wet!" Kendra admitted.

"I really need a blowjob right now," I admitted feeling flushed in the face, sweat beads beating down my temple and brow while my heart raced.

"I'd be more than happy to give you one," Kendra admitted while moving over to me. "Since I absolutely love cock."

"You do?"

"Kyle, she's a total cum-slut. I cum on her face as often as I can..." Matt admitted.

"You've had cum on your face?" I breathed incredulously.

"All over," Kendra admitted, reaching down and grabbing my aching, throbbing erection inside my swim trunks and moaning out with satisfaction when she gave it a firm squeeze.

"Is this hard for me, Kyle?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes, but first I want to see you naked," I told her.

"Of course," she admitted. "Since I am your girlfriend now."

Kendra stood up, dripping wet, vapor wrapped around her creamy white body and just smiled down at me. She reached around and untied her bikini, which loosened up around her breasts. The whites of my eyes must have grown exponentially right then because Kendra playfully held the top to her chest for just a moment... and then let it fall away from her breasts. There they were, the perfect handful of malleable flesh, perfect milky white mounds with medium sized areoles and hard little nipples.

Both breasts were staring right back at me, perfectly shaped and in desperate need of attention. I reverted back to my most animalistic instinct and pulled her down to me and began to suck on one like an infant. Kendra moaned out in ecstasy as I started to squeeze and massage her other breast.

"Both of these are now yours... oh, God... that feels amazing. Keep sucking on my tit for as long as you'd like. I wish I could produce some milk for you..."




My Best Friend's Girl



I instantly switched to Kendra's other breast, overcome and burned with desire, her new virgin breast staring right back at me. I took in every goose bump on her areoles and the intricate imperfections in her nipple that ultimately made it perfect. I ran my tongue over it and bit down on it ever so slightly, running my other hand over her now saliva coated opposite breast. Kendra continued to allow me to suck on her breasts while she patted my head and ran her hands through my hair. When I was satisfied, I pulled away and looked at both breasts now coated in my saliva and started to play with them.

"How would you like to play with my pussy?" Kendra asked.

Kendra stood back up and pulled down her bikini bottoms revealing a smooth shaven, baron vulva that seemed slightly swollen. Her labia was glistening and wet with anticipation, but I really needed one thing more than anything. I pulled her most intimate part right to my face and inhaled. Her aroma was musky and invigorating, a unique blend of her own desire and anticipation. Finally, I pulled her away from me and looked up at her with a devilish look in my eye.

"You smell amazing, Kendra... and you look beautiful too."

"Thank you, but you're only seeing my vulva. My pussy hiding right now, here let me show you," Kendra said, sitting back on the corner of the hot tub and spreading her legs wide, revealing her swollen vulva to both Matt and me. Then, she took her fingers and spread her labia apart, revealing her pink flower inside and small opening that led deep into her womb. Kendra spread her labia wide apart like a flower so that I could see as deeply inside her privates as I could. I crawled over between her legs and stuck my tongue deep inside Kendra's pussy, my tongue electrified by the titillating sensation of her bittersweet nectar flooding over my taste buds and rushing into my mouth. Kendra threw back her head and moaned out in ecstasy as I pulled back her lips and began to lap at her bud like a lollipop, dragging my tongue across the inside of her pink lips and across her labia. I finally got to taste my best friend's girlfriend's pussy, and it drove me wild (especially since I knew he was watching too). Finally, after a few minutes of eating Kendra, I moved to her clit and dragged my tongue all over it, causing her whole body to writhe and shutter in ecstasy. She started to moan heavier and heavier and was soon calling out my name. I shoved all of my fingers deep inside her while simultaneously eating her.

"God yes, oh Kyle... keep eating that pussy... yeah, fuck me with your fingers... oh Kyle..." she kept moaning.

Finally, she exploded into my mouth, filling it with her forbidden nectar, which I swallowed happily and thankfully.

"Kyle, that was amazing, thank you," and with that, Kendra kissed me deeply, smearing her cum from my lips all over her own. I looked back at her, the glistening nectar shining on her lips and chin now and remembered what I had been dying to do to her since the first time I saw her.

"You like facials?"

"I love facials," Kendra admitted.

"Tell me exactly what you love about them..."

"Being covered in cum? What's not to like. I think semen is a really beautiful and powerful part of sex and I want to be covered in as much of my lover's seed as I can. I love knowing that when it's dripping down my face, all of his sperm is swimming around my face marking me as his territory"

At that point I stood up and presented my erect cock to Kendra, no longer caring that Matt was there.

"I'm not going to last very long."

"I know, but after you get off, you will last that much longer inside my pussy."

"Can I fuck your throat really hard," I asked.

"If that's what you have to do..."

I grabbed Kendra by the back of her head and rammed my dripping cock into the back of her throat and heard the most awful guttural sounds gurgling just beneath her tonsils. I was completely taken a back by how amazing it felt to be completely inside Kendra's hot throat, sitting just a top her warm, wet tongue. I continued to ram my cock in and out of her throat like a piston, Kendra leaving both arms at her sides, as she was completely helpless to control one part of this action. I soon saw that her eyes were starting to water over and felt her hands push back on my upper thighs and decided it was time to release her. When I did, she burst out into a coughing fit and looked up at me with raccoon eyes, mascara dripping down her cheeks. She had the most incredulous look on her face.

"You know, I give amazing head..." Kendra admitted.

"I know," Matt said, standing up and revealing that he was completely naked now also, his erection throbbing at his girlfriend's face as if magnetically attracted to it.

"Oh God, I've dreamed of this moment for so lo..." but Matt's cock was already stuffed deep in Kendra's throat, causing her neck to swell before she could finish. There she was, the girl who had just had my own penis in her mouth, with a new cock in her mouth. I had to admit, she looked beautiful sucking cock. It's such a flattering look for a proper young lady, a nice juicy penis stuffed into her mouth. 

But I couldn't wait, as she continued to fellate my best friend, I lifted her up by her hips and positioned my engorged head at the base of her slippery vulva. And then I pushed in and Kendra moaned out around her boyfriend's, her first boyfriend's, cock. I felt like I was in Heaven as I slowly started to slide in and out of Kendra's welcoming pussy, discovering first hand just how tight this little closet slut really was. But I knew I wouldn't last long, as I already started to feel my balls tighten and constrict, and that familiar tingling sensation that caused me to feel lightheaded.

"Kendra, I want to cum all over your face right now," I moaned.

"I want both of you to cum on my face, come on..." she said, slipping the penis from her mouth and crawling out of the bath tub, revealing her supple naked backside to me for the first time. She turned on the floor and fell to her knees, hands on her upper thighs. Matt and I jumped from the hot tub and strode over to her and began masturbating right over her face. She looked up into my eyes and reached up to slowly massage my balls. Pre-cum was by now dripping out of my cock, which was pointed right at Kendra's forehead. 

"Kendra, will you wear our cum on your face for the rest of the night?" I asked.

"Of course! I can't wait to feel what its like having two loads of semen dripping down my pretty little face."

"Where do you want it on your face?" I asked her.

"My favorite place is my forehead."

"And what do you want on your forehead?" I asked.

"Your cum."

"You mean semen," Matt corrected.

"Yes, I want both of your loads of hot white, sticky semen running down my face. I want to look like a freshly glazed donut after you both cover my face in your seed."

Kendra then reached up and grabbed both of our cocks and moaned out.

"I can't believe I finally have two cocks all to myself."

"To mark you as our territory," I said bravely.

"That's right. Once you cover my face pretty little face in your semen, your sperm will be swimming around all over my face and marking me as your property. So go ahead, shoot your cum all over my face, Kyle. I know you want to cover this face in a fresh... sticky... thick batch of white hot cum."

I groaned out and shot a thick rivulet of sperm exploding across the entire length of Kendra's flawless face, connecting across her forehead all the way down to her chin. 

Kendra moaned in ecstasy and stuffed her fingers into her sopping pussy as I let loose another jet of semen rocketing up the bridge of her nose that splattered right off the tip. A thick, long strand of sperm was left dangling awkwardly off her nose and hanging in front of her lips. 

Then I sealed her right eye shut with a thick pool of cum that caused her to flinch back, but she closed her eyes instinctively afterward and smiled casually.

I sent another burst across the soft virginal complexion of her cheek and then another thick strand up over her brow, dangling in front of her sealed eye.

Just then, Matt shot a huge strand of semen right into Kendra's opposite cheek, which splattered up over her closed eye and pooled down over her already sperm-covered nose. Now, both of Kendra's eyes were sealed with semen.

"Pucker those lips, sweetie," Matt said as Kendra pressed her lips together and stuck them out just before Matt unloaded a huge batch of bright white cum all over them. I even saw one runaway jet shoot up into Kendra's nostril and drip out of her nose, mixing with the load now oozing out over her lips and running down her chin.

I started to shake the last remaining drops all across Kendra's face, speckling her ruined and marked face with little beads of crystal and white.

Matt then aimed his cock at his girlfriend's hair and shot two thick strands of pearly white sperm into it, ruining the virgin hue of auburn and red on top of her head.

Finally, Matt was spent too and he shook the last remaining drops onto Kendra's temple and finally stepped back. We both looked down at her our prize. I kind of felt embarrassed that I had just done this to a woman, let alone a friend's girlfriend. Sperm hung off her nose and chin and stuck to every part of her face. Her eyes and lips were sealed shut, and when Kendra finally spoke, thick strands of semen connected her top and bottom lips.

"That's a lot of cum," she said, unable to open her eyes.

What was wrong with me? I just took this beautiful young woman whom I deeply admired and ejaculated all over her face. Still, it was deeply erotic knowing that Matt and I had dominated her so much that she was unable to open her eyes. Finally, she wiped the semen from her eyes and licked her fingers clean afterward, her eyelashes still speckled in sperm. She looked up at us incredulously and smiled.

"How do I look?"

"Like a freshly glazed donut," I admitted.

"I'm glad. I feel so much closer to you with your cum on my face, Kyle."

"I feel closer to you seeing you wear my cum," I admitted.

The incredulous look on Kendra's face was priceless. Especially when she got up and looked at both of us like nothing had happened. That awkward pearly white string of semen swung back and forth from Kendra's nose and then connected with the mess of sperm smeared all over her lips and chin. The strand that clung over her brow still blocked her eye, it clearly was obscuring her vision and seemingly bothering her just a little, but she never made an attempt to wipe it away. But I wasn't through with Kendra, not yet. Seeing her face covered in two batches of fresh cum got me hard all over again. And that's when I realized I wanted never to forget exactly what this girl looked like.

"I want pictures now that you're my girlfriend," I said bravely.

"Of course," Matt said turning over to the counter and grabbing his small digital camera. He handed it to me and I aimed it at Kendra, viewing her cum-ruined face through the LED screen on the back of the camera. She smiled devilishly as I snapped off a few photos of her naked body, and then some close-ups of her facial that she wore so proudly. She blew me a few sperm-laced kisses and even posed for me, which instantly got me hard all over again. Her eyes were now focused on my growing cock, which I didn't even realize was back in my hand. Matt's was too and this seemed to please Kendra. I looked down at her vulva, which was coated in a glistening shine, her own nectar dripping down her inner thighs. Soon, Kendras fingers fell to her clit and started to rub it slowly in circles, around and around.

I was hypnotized watching her smear her own cum all over her privates watching Matt and I stroke ourselves at the sight of her our cum covered prize masturbating before us. 

"I changed my mind, I want to watch you swallow all of that cum," I said.

"Whatever you'd like," Kendra said.

"Matt... I can't believe this."

"Neither can I, man. Do whatever you need to her. Tonight she's all yours. That's your cum on her face too, man," he said.

I ran over to the bar across the hot tub, naked, my erection coated in my new polyamorous girlfriend's saliva bouncing awkwardly around. I grabbed a spoon from the drawer and returned to Kendra who looked at it with a cocked eyebrow. Then, I raised it to her face and scooped a big helping of sperm from her glazed cheek that filled the spoon and held it to Kendra's expecting mouth.

"Don't swallow until I tell you too," I said.

"No, sir," she replied just before she licked the spoon clean and gathered the seed in her mouth. I scooped another big helping of pearly white frosting from her forehead and slipped it into her mouth. The spoon came back empty again. God, I couldn't believe I was treating this girl like a cheap pornstar. I watched the expression on her face as I dragged the spoon up her other frosted cheek and she just smiled at me. A few more spoonfuls went into her mouth until I was finally satisfied I had gotten as much as I could. Her face still had a few globs of sperm speckled here and there, while her whole face was coated in a thin glistening film left behind from the seed.

I looked back at Kendra, her mouth closed and obviously full.

"Open it," I said.

Kendra opened her mouth and revealed an overflow of mixed semen and saliva floating around her tongue, a thick pool of pearly white cum marking her mouth as my territory.

"When you swallow, I want you to imagine all of the sperm from Matt and I's semen running down your throat and landing in your stomach and just picture it floating around your tummy. Can you do that for me?" I asked.

Kendra nodded.

"Then you may swallow," I gave her permission.

Kendra closed her mouth and swallowed with a dramatically loud gulp. Then she opened her mouth back up and stuck out her tongue, showing that there was nothing left inside her mouth. 

"Do you like swallowing sperm?"

"Yes, very much so Kyle. The taste is so salty and forbidden. I love knowing its there in my stomach, deep inside me."

"Good, now how'd you like to get filled up from both ends while being Eiffel Towered?" I asked.

"You're going to make me cum really quickly if I get stuffed up both ends," Kendra admitted bashfully, her face still ruined with running mascara and partial blotches of smeared semen.

"So you're my girlfriend now?" I asked.

"Yes," Kendra stated.

I still couldn't keep my eyes of her milky white nude body, those perfect breasts, or her bald vulva that she still rubbed in simple circular motions. It was angelic. 

"Then get down on all fours and suck your boyfriend's cock," I demanded.

Kendra did as she was told and fell to all fours just as Matt repositioned himself in front of his girlfriend's head. A beat later I saw him place his hand on the back of her head and heard the guttural sloshing sounds of his penis rocketing in and out the back of her sperm-laced throat. I repositioned myself behind Kendra and bent down to look at her aching, shimmering vulva from behind. I smelled her musky aroma and started to lick her from behind, intoxicated by her bittersweet taste, like tart. After a few minutes of helping myself to my new girlfriend's juices, I stepped back and placed my cock at her soaking opening and shoved it in all at once causing Kendra to jolt forward and choke on her old boyfriend's cock. We started ramming her back and forth, but soon picked up a nice rhythm where we would both slam into her at the same time causing her to moan out over the cock stuffed deep in her throat. I could feel Kendra's pussy flood with nectar, and soon the most awful sloshing sounds were emitting from both her pussy and her mouth. It was by no means sexy, but those were the expected sounds of three people locked as one in heat. We drove Kendra further and further to orgasm and eventually high-fived over her.

My cock felt amazing, the sensitive head sliding past Kendra's tightening wet walls, when I looked down and saw that supple ass bouncing back and forth as I fucked her. I slapped it a few times and called Kendra a slut, names she only moaned louder and louder for. But then I saw Kendra's forbidden hole, her tight sphincter hidden above her delicious pussy and pressed my thumb against it. Kendra moaned, but I couldn't tell if it was in protest or ecstasy so I decided to find out. I stuck one of my fingers all the way deep into Kendra's ass and felt her pussy clamp down on me.

"Have you ever fucked Kendra in the ass?" I asked Matt.

"A few times, she saves it for special occasions," Matt breathed, obviously getting closer to orgasm.

"Butt you have done it?" I asked breathlessly.

"God, yes..."

That was all I needed to hear as I pulled out of her soaking pussy, my erection lathered in her nectar. I placed my slippery head at her anus and pushed with all of my might. I was met with a little resistance, but then my entire shaft slipped deep inside her bowels, which caused Kendra to scream out around the penis stuffed in her throat. I watched her head bob up and down again on her boyfriend's cock, but soon she was overpowered and having the throat passionately fucked. I felt bad for her again, but loved viewing her like our little sex toy. And being inside her ass felt amazing, it was the tightest hole I'd ever been inside of and got off on the displeasure I may have been causing my new sex slave. I pushed in and out of her for a while and picked up a nice rhythm that Matt tried to meet. Kendra's moaning was growing louder and louder the deeper and harder I pushed inside her as I watched Kendra's hand fall back to her clit beneath her and knew she was going to burst. 

"She must be one special girl if she's about to get off with two cocks stuffed inside her," I moaned out.

"Oh yeah, she was always sticking toys up there when things got really out of control. You should shoot your load up her ass."

With that, I grabbed both of Kendra's breasts and squeezed them as hard as I could, giving her ass a few more impassioned pumps until finally bursting and shooting what felt like a gallon of sperm flying deep into the forbidden depths of her bowels while we both cried out. Just then, both of our bodies went rigid and I saw Matt scream. The next thing I knew I heard Kendra chocking and imagined that he was probably filling her mouth up with a healthy helping of his own cum. I continued to burst, shooting thick blasts of semen deep inside Kendra's most forbidden hole and imagined it landing against her insides and sliding around the inside of her ass.

Kendra's ass finally drained me and I could feel her muscles go limp again. I took advantage of this and pulled out of her ass, my cock now a mess of sperm and saliva. I watched some of my pearly white cum spill out of her tight bud a moment later. When Kendra turned around to look at me, a waterfall of semen was flowing down over her chin. Clearly Matt had cum so hard that Kendra couldn't collect and swallow every last drop that some spilled out of her mouth and out onto her chin.

"I can feel your cum inside my ass. It's really cold now. I'm shuttering..." Kendra said.

And she was, her whole body was shuttering.

All of our bodies were now glistening with cum and sweat.

I got up, my penis tingling while returning to its flaccid state, dripping wet. But I wasn't through with Kendra. I knew she had just cum. I felt her muscles constrict when I was inside her ass. I pulled Kendra back to me and then spread her legs wide open, revealing her beautiful vulva to me, her excitement still flowing freely from her glistening slit. And Kendra's entire pubic region was gorgeous. I simply couldn't stop staring at it. It was completely bald, lathered in her own forbidden nectar, her labia a beautiful petal running beneath her little bud. And that smell. I had to go in for more. Kendra looked into my eyes and saw that I wasn't through. I thought she looked like such a whore right then, and I felt bad, but it was true. Her face was still ruined from her raccoon eyes and blotches of drying cum including a fresh batch running down her chin. It drove me wild so I dove in and began to eat Kendra's juicy vulva like it was the last meal I was ever going to have. Matt was clearly not as hungry as I was, as he just held his girlfriend's head in his lap while she watched me eat her. I pulled her labia apart and ran my tongue deep inside her hole to gather up as much sweet nectar as I could, swallowing it all passionately. Kendra quickly started moaning as she guided me here and there, running her hands through my hair. Soon I was fingering her rapidly while sucking on her clit.




My Best Friend's Girl



"Jesus Kyle, are you going to fuck me all night?"

"I just can't believe I know what you taste and smell like... it's so amazing."

"Thank you," Kendra replied as I continued to lap at her pussy.

"Can I shoot another thick load on your face?" I asked.

"If you fuck me, yes..." Kendra moaned as I pulled her away from Matt and placed my soaking cock at the base of her sopping cunt and thrust into her. Our eyes met and I saw the mixture of shock and ecstasy wash over her face as we both looked down at where our bodies met, as if stunned by the fact that we were finally fitting them together. I watched my penis slide in and out of Kendra, now coated in another thick helping of her own excitement and started to play with her clit. Kendra moaned and moaned as I continued to push in and out of here. I could see the deep pressure building inside her was starting to become unbearable. We met eyes and looked deep into each other's souls and knew this was meant to be.

"Kyle, I love you..." she blurted out.

"I love you too, Kendra." I told her.

"Then prove it by shooting your thick load of sticky cum all over my face."

"Oh, Kendra," I moaned just as I slipped out of her, dripping her mess all over her naval and breasts as I offered her myself to her.

"Go ahead, Matt, mark me. Cover me in your cum," Kendra moaned over and over again as she began to rub her clit, her juices flowing from her aching vulva. I began to stroke myself furiously right at Kendra's expecting face.

"You want some cum on your face, slut?" I asked her.

"Yes, please. All over my face," she said just as I erupted.

I sent two thick bursts rocketing up her cheeks, which instantly started to run down the length of her cheeks. Another burst shot all the way across her face, across the bridge of her nose, and into her hair. I continued to stroke myself as Kendra moaned and moaned and sent another burst of sticky sperm pooling into her eye, sealing it shut instantly. I felt my balls tighten and knew I had one last good shoot in me, so I aimed it right at Kendra's nose and sent a thick burst of sperm right on top of it, which immediately started to run down the tip, spilling over it and splashing down onto her cheeks. I shook the remaining drops into Kendra's hair, staining the red with white, and finally fell back and looked at my prize. She was glazed, covered in my seed, and belonged all to me. But I knew she wasn't just mine. I knew my friend Matt also owned her. I told Kendra she looked like a slut and to go collect some more cum on her face before I was ready to fuck her. When she came back, her entire forehead was dripping with a fresh batch of sperm which ran down and mixed with my cum all over her nose. All that semen had eventually spilled around her nose and now ran down over her lips and dripped off her chin and onto her naked breasts.

Her one eye was still sealed shut.

"May I have that fucking now, Kyle?" she asked me.

"Turn around, whore!" I said.

She did, and saw Matt had followed her up the stairs, now completely naked. I bent Kendra over and she took her boyfriend's flaccid cock into her mouth while I recovered by sticking my own cock deep into her ass. When Kendra finally woke up in the morning, I saw that her face was covered in crusty, dry cum. Her hair was matted all over her face inside the dry substance and made her look like a whore.

"Morning, whore," I said again.

"Morning, lover," Kendra said, unable to open her eyes.

I came all over her already cum-crusted face while Matt fucked her awake.

This was going to be a good relationship...

FIN