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Amy's Story

By: 73baby



“Oh my God!” I yelled as I slammed the door. What the fuck?  I DID NOT just see what I thought I saw.  My head was reeling, my knees were shaking, and I was breaking out in a sweat.  

“Amy, come back, it’s okay.  I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were coming home today. I’m sorry, are you okay?”  I heard Sara’s voice trailing off as she talked to me through the door.  Was I okay?  Would she be okay if she walked into the bathroom and saw me with some guys cock in my mouth?  I was too embarrassed to answer her, and yet I couldn’t move.  I heard the guy shuffling around the bathroom, and I then I heard him cry out, as she must have jabbed him in the ribs.  

“Knock it off!”  I heard her whisper.  “Amy’s really upset, and I’m not finishing what we started.”  He was giggling as she spoke, I was sure my feelings were the last thing on his mind.  

“Ask her if she’ll finish what you started.” I heard him chuckle, and I was getting madder by the minute.  This was my house, and my bathroom, and the last thing I expected to find was Sara blowing some guy while I assumed she was keeping strangers out of my house.  Why didn’t I listen to my dad?  He thought a roommate was a bad idea, but I just wouldn’t listen.  I had half a mind to embarrass this guy just as badly as I was. 

“Amy, are you still there?” Sara asked gently, and I heard the guy cracking up behind the door.  That was it!  I had had enough of this jackass.  I flung open the door, barely prepared for whatever sight I would end up seeing.

“Whoever you are, get your pants on, and get the hell out of my house!”  I hollered, with one eye closed.  I could barely discern that he was indeed still naked, and very amused by this situation.  Sara had a towel around her, and was ten shades of red.  He, however, wasn’t budging.  He leaned back against the counter top, folded his arms and flashed me a wicked smile.  Something fluttered in my stomach, and I tried as hard as I could not to look at his still bobbing erection.

“Doug, please quit, this isn’t my house.  Just get dressed and go.”  Sara whispered at the floor.  I almost felt sorry for her, and by this guy’s attitude, I was beginning to wonder if she had been coerced into being with him.  He just continued to smile, and began to look my body up and down.  My blood was boiling and I couldn’t tell if I was livid, humiliated or turned on.  Something about that smile, what was he thinking?  I couldn’t break my gaze from him.

“I’m not going anywhere until one of you sexy ass ladies takes care of this.”  He pointed down at his erection, and Sara gasped in disbelief.  

“Doug, forget it!  You are supposed to be with me, remember?”  I looked at Sara, who was now jealously pissed.  I felt like I had been undressed by his eyes, and I was beginning to wonder what made this guy tick.  Did he feel the heat from my body like I was feeling his?  Did Sara see that I was paralyzed in this guy’s presence?  I wanted so badly to move, but my feet were frozen.  Out of nowhere, I felt a hand grab mine, and in a split second, he had pulled me to him.  I was face to face with this very obscene and very gorgeous guy, and his dick was jabbing my thigh, begging for attention.  

“Amy, what a pretty name.” he whispered.  “Tell me something, is it hot in here?”  His breath was in my ear, and I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest.  I was looking right at Sara, and her mouth was wide open.  She was as dumbfounded as me, and I found myself no longer wanting to move.    

“Yes, it is hot.” said a little girl voice that had escaped my throat.  What the hell was happening to me?  I felt his free hand slither down my back to my waist, and he wrapped it around me.  

“Come on, let’s go enjoy this heat between us.” his voice rasped, and his leg spread and wrapped around my leg.  Oh god, I was melting and my roommate was horrified.  

“Fuck you Doug...and you can have him, Slut!”  Sara screamed as she ran from the room.  I felt his tongue in my ear, and I shivered as I tried to squirm out of his grip.  I couldn’t tell if I was half-assed trying to get away, or if he was really that strong, but it felt like a mixture of both.  

“Let me go, asshole!” I gritted through my teeth as I pushed on his chest.  A small bead of sweat trickled down my temple, and he giggled as he held me still.  

“Stay here, she’ll be gone in a minute I bet,” he laughed, “Then I can go down on you.”

This was like some kind of dream! I had a would-be rapist holding me hostage in my bathroom while I could hear my very angry roommate yelling obscenities from her bedroom, and I was in absolutely no control of the situation.  

“Go ahead bitch, fuck his brains out!  He’s a lousy fuck anyway!  I hope you can figure out how you’re going to pay ALL of the rent this month, because you can kiss my ass!!!”

She screamed, as I heard the front door slam.  I couldn’t believe this was happening...what was I going to do?  I thought about screaming for help, just to shock him enough to have him loosen his grip, but in the same thought, I wanted to see what was going to happen.  

“Now, now, do I look like I’m a lousy fuck to you?” he said sexily.  I was tired from struggling, and for the first time since he grabbed me, I held still.  “I bet I can make you cum over and over again, but I’m not going to force you.  I couldn’t force a sexy little thing like you to fuck me, but it would be so hot if you wanted to.  Do you want to find out Amy?”

I almost lost consciousness as he said my name, and I gave in to this incredible loss of control I was feeling.  I turned my face towards his and saw the lust in his eyes.  I couldn’t speak, but I nodded yes.  He picked me up and carried me to Sara’s room like he had been there a bunch of times.  I felt him hesitate, like he was sorry he had brought me to her room, but I was fine.  I looked up at him, and smiled to indicate I was fine wherever he put me down, because I would have let him fuck me just about anywhere at this point.  He set me down on the bed, and just as he had been so amused ten minutes earlier, he was now twice as serious.  He had pure control radiating from his pores, and I wanted him to take me, to make me his little toy.  Was this rape, or did I have some control here?  I was about to be fucked by a total stranger, and I had no doubt it would be a “fuck”.  Something told me this guy had yet to make love to a woman, but I also knew he left no woman left unsatisfied.  Confidence like his equaled power, and he knew he had all the power today.  I wondered if Sara felt this power when she was on her knees sucking his dick.  I closed my eyes as he climbed on top of me, and as soon as I did, I heard his voice.

“Don’t close your eyes.  I want you to watch me pleasure you.”  My eyes met his stare as I felt his hand grab my breast.  He was rough, but it was so erotic I wanted more.  He groped and squeezed both of my breasts through my shirt, and I shivered in anticipation of his next move.  He sat up, never losing eye contact with me, and as he propped himself up between my legs, he grabbed my t-shirt with both hands and ripped it right down the center.  The more my eyes showed disbelief, the more turned on he became.  His thick cock repeatedly bumped my legs as he studied my tits, and he almost looked confused, as if he wasn’t sure if he should pick the right or the left.  His strong hands reached for my bra, and in one tug, the clasp broke and my tits bounced free.  I moaned out loud, breaking his concentration, and I was instantly frightened that I had distracted him.  It was so strange, the more scared I became, the wetter I became, and it only served to make him enjoy himself more.  He flashed me his devilish smile again, and put his finger to his lips to shush me.  

“Save your breath baby, your going to need it.”  He whispered.  I was powerless, and about to be fucked and fucked well.  There was no way it could be bad at this point, because I was ready to cum at his next touch.  He was ready for his next move, as he picked up my hips and slid my shorts off in one move.   Only my panties and shreds of my shirt remained on my body, and he lowered his mouth down to my hips.  

“Say bye to these, because you won’t be wearing them again.” He said.  I didn’t have a chance to respond before he grabbed the side seam in his mouth and ripped my panties off the right side of my body.  Oh, I was so excited by this mystery man, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.  It took only a few seconds before I got my answer, and he repeated his incredible teeth-ripping stunt on my left side.  My torn panties lay on my stomach like a wilted flower, and as he lowered his mouth again, he pulled them out from my underside and with a flick of his head, the shredded fabric flew across the room.  My nakedness excited him, and embarrassed me, as I had done nothing to protest it.  I prayed he couldn’t see my pussy lips throbbing, because the beat of my heart was pounding in my wet cunt.

“Should I fuck you now, or make you pleasure me?  Decisions, decisions...” His voice trailed off.  I knew he wasn’t really asking me, because I had no say so, but rather he was thinking out loud.  Please don’t stop, I silently begged.  I would have done anything he asked just to know that it was pleasing him, but I wanted this relentless mind torture to continue.

“I know,” he announced, “I want some of that pretty mouth.” He walked his straddling knees up my body past my chest, and was hovering over my neck.  He grabbed a pillow, and shoved it under my head, forcing my lips to bump his hard dick.  

“Suck it, Get it ready to torture your pretty pussy.”  I had never obeyed a command so fast in my life, and in a half second, I opened my mouth and he was in.  God in heaven, I have never been turned on by a blowjob before, but now it was like oxygen to me.  His dick actually tasted good to my tongue, and my lips formed a vacuum around his shaft.  He must have known that I couldn’t move my head but an inch in this position, but I didn’t want to either.  I wanted him to thrust, force himself on me, and fuck the back of my throat with his iron rod.  I got my wish in an instant as he began to pump his hips towards the headboard, and I barely had time to get used to his size before he was trying to get down my throat.  His ass cheeks brushed my tits each backstroke, and each entry was like taking a drink from the cup of life. He was staring down at me, and more than enjoying the hot mouth that was servicing him.  He pushed harder, and he and I were both equally surprised when I did not gag.  It wasn’t for lack of size either, but instead out of sheer lust.  He would perforate my throat before I’d gag, because for the first time in my life, I was sucking the hell out of a man’s dick and loving it.  I felt something happening in my brain, like a near blackout caused by lack of air, but it was more familiar.  My body began to tingle, and my hair stood on end.  I felt my nipples stiffen, and then it happened.  I exploded in a huge orgasm, and my pussy hadn’t even been touched!  I cried out in my throat, but my mouth was still stuffed, and my body quaked underneath his thrusting hips.  He felt me shake, and pulled his fat cock out of my throat.  

“That’s it baby, cum for me, tell me you love this dick in your mouth.  Come on, tell me, I want to hear you say it.”  He grunted. His soaking wet rod pulsed above my chin, and for the first time since he laid me on the bed I spoke.

“God yes, I love your dick, I want to get fucked by you so bad.”  

I felt like chains that had bound me my whole life had been unlocked, and he had been the one with the key.  I had cum incredibly hard just from him overpowering me, and I was starving for more.  I wanted him to move me, to pick me up and throw me down on the bed, shove his dick in my cunt, and rape me.  I wanted him to thrust with all his might, and hold me down while he was doing it.  I wanted every inch of him in my body, any cavity I had.  Fuck my mouth, my pussy, my ass, my thighs, and anything else I could squeeze around his dick.  My ragged breathing paused him for only a second before I heard his whisper again.

“I know you do, that’s why you’re going to work for it.  Lick my balls, make them all wet.”  My tongue slid out of my mouth and snaked around the soft skin that formed his big hanging balls.  He groaned in pleasure, and I continued on.  I licked, and sucked, bit and tugged at his skin.  I wanted to swallow him, and I let him push down and grind his sac into my mouth and chin.  My hands found his ass cheeks and I pushed with all my might to force him an inch further up the bed.  I was now centered directly under his crack, and found what I wanted.  My tongue dove for his sweet spot behind his nuts, and I drilled it over and over.  He had relaxed just enough to bend forward a bit, exposing his asshole to my face, and I knew what he wanted.  I gave it one soft kiss with my lips, tricking him into disappointment before I rammed my tongue into his hole.  He took a sharp breath, and stiffened, and I thought he was going to cum right there.  He managed to control it however, and I drilled and rimmed his little pink hole until he was rotating his hips on my face and moaning uncontrollably.

“Yeah, you dirty girl, suck that ass.  Your making me so hot, I’m going to fuck you good.  Eat that ass bitch, yeahhhh, oh baby, don’t stop!”  He was lost in the moment and I began to panic, feeling like I had caused him to give in.  I wanted him to be in control, and me be the one shivering.  I wanted him to take me, and make me his, so I slowed my tongue movements until eventually I stopped.  He was breathless, and sweating hard.  I laid there with his ass over my mouth, and his cock crushing my forehead for what seemed like an eternity.  He finally moved, and turned himself around into a 69 over me.  

He peered over his shoulder at me, and grinned.

“Was you worried I was going to cum on your face baby?” he pretended concern as he spoke.  “I wouldn’t do that to you...not yet anyway.  I have to taste this pussy before I blow my load.  But I’ll let you suck my dick again while I eat you.”  

I was breathless in anticipation as he lowered his head between my legs.  I knew I was soaked from cumming before, and as I felt his breath get closer to my cunt, I spread my legs so he could dive in.  I can’t describe the feeling I had, but it was the most desperate desire I had ever felt to be touched there.  His lips grazed my clit, and then I felt his tongue part my lips.  

“Mmm baby, you’re nice and juicy for me.  Let’s see if you can cum again for me.”  I wanted him so bad to dive in, but he teased me for eternity, regaining control of my mind and body.  I finally had an involuntary thrust in my hips, with that, he began to eat me like crazy.  His cock ground on my cheeks as he slurped and drilled me.  I wanted so badly to suck it, but his hips were heavy on my face, and I couldn’t get to it.  He continued to lick and attack my clit, in alteration to spreading my lips with his fingers and ramming his tongue in my hole.  He ate my pussy like a guy in a porn movie, relentless and on a mission.  I could feel my explosion building, and I was so near an orgasm.  Suddenly he stopped, and lifted his hips, allowing his dick to break free from my cheek. 

“I said suck that dick, suck it while I make you cum!” he commanded.  I tilted my head and sucked him down my throat as he dove back into my pussy.  Three thrusts down my throat, and I knew I was cumming.  I arched my back and screamed onto his dick as my second orgasm hit me.  He drilled my slit with his tongue as I exploded, and my hands gripped the sheets as my body rocked underneath my new master.  I was spent, and I could have passed out cold and slept for days.  But he wasn’t done, far from it.  He drank my juices dry as my orgasm died down, and continued to hump my face in the meantime.  Finally he grunted and pulled out of my throat, and in one move swung around face to face with me, him finally lying on top.  His dick slid into me before I knew what happened, and I saw stars as his dick buried into me.  He began to hump me, fast and hard, fucking me like a dog in heat.  No words, no kisses, just loud strong humping that shook the bed and split my cunt open.  I could see over his shoulder just enough to see his tanned sexy ass rising up and down, slamming his incredible cock into my wetness, and driving me to another orgasm.  It was building quickly, and before I could help it, I screamed out loud as my pussy clamped down on his wide, long rod.  I was cumming my hardest yet, and he grunted his approval with each thrust.  

“Yeah, yeah, yeahhhh...baby, squeeze that dick, cum all over my dick...fuck yeah bitch.  God you are a sexy slut, your cunt is driving me crazy.  Fuck yeah, keep cumming.”  I don’t know how he kept himself from cumming, but he rode me through the whole orgasm, never letting up.  His dirty words had me crazed with lust, and he knew he was turning me on every time he spoke to me.  I felt paralyzed, like every nerve in my body was done.  I wanted him to cum so bad but his thrusts slowed down as he felt me go limp underneath him.  He pulled out and for the first time kissed me, slow and sensual, the exact opposite of his fucking.  I kissed him back like the most grateful servant.  He had me, and I was thrilled I let him take me to this place in my mind.  His kiss withdrew from my lips, and I felt his hands picking me up and pulling me to my knees.  Just as I thought he wanted me kneeling, he pushed my face down on the bed and got behind me.  Oh god, doggy style was my favorite position anyway, and now I was going to have the ultimate sex god fuck me this way.  I couldn’t wait, and I spread my legs fast and wide.  I felt him get up on one knee, and just like that he was fucking me again.  His cock crooked to the side in this position, and I knew I was in heaven.  My cunt dripped as his fat head pulled hot liquid out of me with every stroke.  I was getting just what I wanted with my ass in the air, my head buried in the bed, and his dick raping my wet pussy.  He was so strong, probably the strongest man I’ve ever felt, and he knew it.  He pumped and pumped, making me die with lust every time he withdrew.  After a good ten minutes, I felt his hand part my ass cheeks and I heard him spit hard on my asshole.  He had a terrific aim, because hot liquid seeped into my hole just as I felt his thumb penetrate my ass.  

“Spread that ass honey, I’m going to drill you hard.  You want to cum with me in your ass, don’t you baby.  Tell me, tell me how bad you want to get your hole fucked.  Can you take it?  Can you take this big dick in that ass?  Tell me, bitch, beg for it!”

I wept at his demands, because I did want it, like a little slut.  I felt tears sting my eyes as I spoke.

“I can take it, please fuck me there, I want you to fuck me there.” I cried.

“Where bitch? Say where you want it!” he commanded.

“In my ass, baby, fuck my ass!” I yelled through my tears.

I felt his thumb withdraw, and without warning, searing pain as he dick shoved into my burning rectum.  I cried out, only to please him more as he pushed all the way in. He withdrew partially and I felt hot spit dribble down my crack as he remained still.  Satisfied he had wet me enough, he drilled me hard with his dick, fucking my ass deep and fast.  I was helpless, and admittedly exposed to his assault of my butt hole as he poked me over and over again.  To say it was painful wouldn’t do it justice, because the pleasure I felt from him raping me in every position was certainly not painful.  My ass was his final conquest, and he could finally let go of his closely guarded sperm.  I wanted to receive his hot milky cum, feel him release his fury of control in my body.  He must have sensed my body urging him to climax, because he was finally getting too close to stop himself.  His breathing became ragged, and his throat was gurgling.  I knew it was coming, his steaming hot load, ready to burst from his dick in the most pleasurable spasms one could imagine.  I wanted it deep, deep inside my ass, but something told me I would be denied.  One final thrust, and he pulled out.


Amy's Story



If you've read my story "The Festival" you'll know who Amy is. She's a beautiful blonde girl in her late twenties, who used to be my girlfriend. "The Festival" is the story of how we went to the Glastonbury festival with two of our friends, Jen and Ste, and how things got really out of hand. 

It started with a game of poker on the first night that degenerated into a foursome. The next day we met Amy's ex-girlfriend, Kate, and within an hour she was spraying all four of us with her pussy juice. Then I went with Amy and Kate to meet Keira, Kate's eighteen-year old French cousin, and I spent a night fucking all three of them. The next morning it started getting really screwed up with Kate taking her pain fetish too far, and me and Amy really falling out. 

The upshot was that Jen and I left the festival together, and have been together ever since. That weekend at Glastonbury was almost two years ago and Jen and I now live together in a flat in London. We're engaged, and we're getting married in November.

That's all another story though. This story is about what happened when Amy showed up at our flat six months ago. I'd not seen her since the festival. In fact the last time I'd seen her I'd been looking in through the windows of our rented motorhome at her being tied up by Kate and Ste, then roughly fucked in the ass by him, and fisted in the pussy by her. She'd been in a lot of pain, but what had really shocked me was that she'd been really enjoying it.

We'd spoken on the phone a couple of times after that night, but hadn't seen each other. She'd calmly accepted that I was with Jen, and had come round to my flat one morning when I was out to collect her toothbrush and empty out the drawer of her belongings. It was a strange way to end a relationship of three years. I'd loved Amy, and, although I was totally happy with Jen, I'd always hoped to see Amy again one day. Just to see how she was getting on.

So, when I answered my door one Saturday afternoon last September to see Amy standing on my doorstep, it was quite a surprise.

I stood there for what felt like a long time not sure of what to say.

She was as beautiful as ever. She'd cut her blonde hair short, and it really suited her that way. It was a warm morning and she was wearing a tight pink t-shirt stretched across her 38D tits, and a short, black skirt that showed her smooth, tanned legs all the way down to her high-heeled black strappy sandals.

"Hi, Nick," she said uncertainly, and reached up to peck me on the cheek.

I snapped out of my reverie, saying, "Hi Amy!", and pulling her towards me, into the sort of embrace you give an ex, someone you've slept with for three years but you're no longer intimate with. She squeezed back and I felt her breasts crush up against my chest, and my cock responded with an involuntary twitch.

I pulled away from her. "Come in," I said and led the way into our living room, where we stood smiling at each other, neither of us sure what to say next.

Eventually, she said: "Jen not in?"

"Er, no," I said, uncomfortably. "She's at her mum's in Brighton for the afternoon. She won't be back till later this evening."

Amy nodded and stared at her shoes. I wasn't sure what to say or do. Why had she turned up out of the blue like this?

"So," I began uncertainly. "How are you?"

Amy began to smile, but faltered halfway there. Her chin and lower lip began to wobble and her eyes filled with tears. She was trying to control it, but it was too much. She burst out with a wail: "Awful, Nick. I don't know what to do. I'm not good at all."

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me again. "What's happened?" I asked.

She was sobbing into my chest, heaving with emotion. I reached up to stroke her hair and to brush the tears from her cheeks. "It's ok, Amy. Don't worry. It's ok."

After a couple of minutes, she'd cried herself out and breathing in deeply, she looked up at me, her blue eyes rimmed with red.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I just didn't know where else to go."

"That's ok, Amy. It's good to see you. Are you going to tell me what's happened though?"

She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. She took another deep breath, trying to control herself. "I've left Kate."

"You've left Kate? Were you with Kate?"

"Didn't you know?" She looked genuinely surprised.

I didn't want to tell her I'd had better things to worry about than who she was or wasn't sleeping with, so I said: "Sorry yes, of course you were. So, you split up? Why?"

Another tear ran down her cheek as she looked at the wooden floor. "She's horrible."

I could have told you that a year ago, I thought, but decided not to say it. I thought back to Kate's cruel streak and her predilection for inflicting pain on her sexual partners.

"I'm so sorry, Amy," I said, reaching out to hold her hand. "Tell me about it. What did she do?"

Amy left her hand in mine and began to tell her story.

"I should have known what I was getting into. I mean she was pretty full on that time at Glastonbury. But I liked it then. It really turned me on. I don't know if it was because I was losing you to Jen, or what, but I liked being tied up and hurt a bit. She never hurt me too much. Just enough so it was exciting.

"And it stayed like that for a long time. When we got back to London I moved in with her straight away and the sex was incredible. I'd only ever been in relationships with men, so I'd never known that sex with a woman could be so good. 

"On the first night I lived with her, I got back home and found her lying naked on the bed surrounded by candles. She'd undressed me silently, then tied my hands together and kissed every inch of my body. By the time she reached my pussy it was on fire. I was desperate to feel her lips on me and I was arching my back, calling out her name. Then as soon as she ran her tongue over my clit I came. It was incredible. One of the best orgasms of my life. We didn't sleep that night. We did everything you could imagine with our hands and mouths, and her collection of sex toys."

I know I was meant to be listening sympathetically to a friend who'd just ended a relationship, but to be honest I was getting turned on by this story. I was picturing Amy thrashing about on the tongue of Kate, who although a complete bitch, was also a stunning redhead with amazing 38DD tits. I mean what man wouldn't be turned on by that image?

"Sex toys?" I said, seriously, as if it was an important factor in why the relationship went wrong. "Like what?"

I saw a smile flicker across Amy's face, before she resumed her serious expression and looked up at me wide-eyed: "She had so many I can't remember them all. I suppose the best one was the dildo she called The Beast. It is the biggest dildo you've ever seen. Later that evening, she had me on all fours, my hands still tied to the bed frame, and she slid that thing inside my pussy while she licked my ass. She had to go really slowly as it was so big. I mean you always filled me up, Nick, but this was something else. I don't know how she got it inside me. It was an amazing feeling though. Pain and phenomenal pleasure. When it was finally all the way in and she pushed the tip of her tongue inside my asshole I actually screamed with my orgasm. I came about six times before she finally pulled it out and then slowly licked it up and down, cleaning my juices off it."

I coughed and adjusted my position, so my erect cock wasn't digging into my jeans so much.

"I'm sorry," said Amy, sounding concerned and putting her hand on my thigh. "I don't mean to bore you with all the details. It's just that I don't want you to think it was always bad with Kate. At first we had such a good time."

"It sounds like it," I said, trying not to think about the sensation of Amy's hot hand resting on my leg, inches away from my throbbing cock.

"But then she started to change," Amy continued. "After a couple of months, she got bored of just having sex with me. She wanted to involve other people. I wasn't against the idea. I mean what we all did at Glastonbury was pretty amazing, despite how it all turned out. Wasn't it?"

I nodded. 

"So I agreed we'd go out and find a man to fuck. We both put on our sexiest outfits – Kate in a low cut, floaty green dress and me in a short skirt and the tightest t-shirt I could find."

It occurred to me that that was exactly what Amy was wearing now. I'd seen Kate's green dress already and I could just picture how hot the pair of them would have looked.

"We went to a posh hotel on Park Lane and sat at the bar with our drinks. In the next hour we counted seventeen men who came up and asked if they could buy us a drink. Kate sent them all away until Rick came along. He was tall, well over six foot, lean and muscular with short blonde hair and a firm jawline covered in stubble. He said something to make us laugh and so we let him buy us drinks. It turned out he was an Aussie, visiting London on a business trip, and he was staying in the hotel. 

"I guessed he was in his mid to late thirties, but he told us he wasn't married or even seeing anyone. I wasn't sure I believed him, but to be honest I didn't really care. Melbourne's a long way from London, and I was getting really turned on by the way he was looking at me, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of my body. I found myself staring at his big hands, imagining them holding my face, cupping my breasts, sliding into my pussy. 

"Kate was obviously thinking similar thoughts as, after twenty minutes of talking, she suggested we take a bottle of wine up to his room. As soon as the lift doors closed she pressed herself up against him, kissing him fiercely and rubbing the outline of what looked like an impressively big cock through his trousers. I watched them, feeling my pussy grower hotter and wetter, until we arrived at our floor. Kate pulled him towards our room, and I followed them inside."

Amy stopped talking suddenly and looked at her watch. 

"Oh my God, it's six o'clock. I didn't realise how long I'd been going on for. I'm so sorry, Nick. I should go."

"No! Don't!" I said a little too eagerly. "I'm happy to listen."

"Are you sure?" she looked at me through her eyelashes.

"Yeah, definitely. In fact, I fancy a drink. Do you want some wine?"

She nodded. "Mmm. That would be nice."

Then I realised I'd have to stand up to get the wine, and she'd see how turned on I was. I thought for a second about asking her to bring it in, but that wasn't going to look any better, so I realised I'd just have to go for it. I shifted a bit, so it wouldn't be too obvious, but, to be honest, when you've got a nine inch cock that's rock hard it's not that easy to hide. Amy glanced at my crotch when I stood up, then looked away with a smile.

"Red or white?" I asked, trying to ignore the huge tent in the front of my jeans.

"Red, please."

I came back with two glasses and an open bottle, poured us a glass each, and settled down to listen to the rest of Amy's story.

"Where was I?" she said. 

"You'd just got into the hotel room with the Aussie," I said.

"Oh yes. Well, it was an amazing night. It was one of the last times Kate and I were happy together. It all went wrong soon after then, but that night with Rick was incredible. Kate began by ordering him to strip for us. We lay side by side on our stomachs on the bed, while he carefully removed first his suit jacket, then his shoes and socks, then his trousers, and then his shirt. His chest was tanned and muscular, and his boxers were struggling to contain his already erect cock. Kate ordered him to remove those, and he obeyed, revealing a long, thick and very hard-looking cock. 

"We both sighed in anticipation and then Kate began to kiss me. She reached down to pull my t-shirt over my head and then moved lower to unzip my skirt. I looked over to see Rick running his hand up and down his cock, and I motioned for him to come nearer. Kate then slapped my face, and told me I'd touch his cock when she said so. I was used to her treating me like this. It turned me on, but Rick was a bit surprised. I guess you would be. He said I could touch it now if I wanted. Kate told him firmly that I wasn't allowed to. She told him to sit on the chair and watch. 

When he obeyed she got off the bed and walked towards him. She stepped out of her dress and stood in front of him in just her bra and panties. Then she unclipped her bra and slowly removed it, giving him a first look at her beautiful tits. Then she turned around, bent over and peeled down her panties. He groaned and carried on sliding his fist up and down his cock. From where I was on the bed I could see it throbbing and see the veins sticking out.

"Then Kate came back to the bed and took off my bra and panties, so we were all naked. She straddled my face and leaned forward so we were sixty-nining each other, and lowered her face to my pussy. I knew Rick could see me tonguing her pretty pink pussy with its bush of red curls, and the thought of him watching us made me cum even more quickly than usual. 

"Kate then told Rick he could fuck her. He jumped up and quickly positioned himself above my face, his cockhead lined up against her wet, pulsing pussy. It was so horny to watch him slide that long, fat prick all the way inside her, while she carried on lapping away at my pussy. He pulled out and started sliding in and out of her. His balls were brushing against my nose so I reached up to take first one then the other in my mouth. We were all moaning and panting with excitement, and when he pulled his cock out of Kate's pussy and pushed it into my mouth, I came again.

"Kate wasn't far behind me. When he rammed it back into her she tensed up and then began screaming and squirting pussy juice all over his balls and my face. This really got Rick excited and he started pumping in and out of her pussy, shouting out Aussie swearwords I'd never even heard of, and finally he pulled out and sprayed her pussy and my face with his hot cum.

Amy paused to take a sip of wine. I realised I was staring at her tits. I shook my head and focussed on her face. She was licking her lips to capture a drop of red wine. 

"That was just the beginning of that night. Rick had amazing stamina. Either that or we turned him on a lot. I licked all his cum off Kate's pussy, then she turned around and licked the rest off my face. As soon as we were done he was hard again and was positioning himself between my legs. I sighed as I felt him fill me up, my pussy walls clenching around his thick cock. I'd only had sex with Kate for months, so it was the first one I'd had since you."

I decided not to tell her that I'd seen her and Kate fucking Ste on the last night of Glastonbury. I didn't want to stop her telling this story. 

"After only a couple of thrusts of his cock I was cumming again, but my cries were silenced by Kate putting her pussy over my face. I licked her while they kissed, and he carried on fucking me. Then Kate told him to fuck me in the ass. He was a sweet boy and asked me if I was ok with it. She told him it didn't matter if I was ok with it or not, she'd told him to fuck my ass, so he should get on and do it. 

"I didn't mind at all as it turned out. I gave myself completely to the sensation of his hot, rigid cock stretching my ass, and then the ecstasy of him sliding it slowly in and out. I could feel it growing bigger and bigger as he grew more turned on. I felt his big hands mashing my tits, twisting my erect nipples, as his cries grew more urgent and his pumping grew faster. Finally, he blasted his cum deep inside me, and the feeling of it spurting inside me brought me to my own orgasm. It was amazing."

She paused again to pick up her wine, and looked at me like she was waiting for me to say something. I was lost for words. I was just painfully aware of my throbbing hard cock, and of her nipples that we now poking through the thin material of her t-shirt. 

"So," I managed finally. "Remind me again why you've ended this relationship."

Amy sighed, and put down her empty wine glass. "Well, you've heard the happy part of our relationship."

I filled her glass again. "You can tell me the rest. I'm happy to listen."

"You're so sweet, Nick." She rubbed my arm and inched closer to me, putting her arm along the back of the sofa and starting to absent-mindedly run her fingers across my shoulders. 

"After that, Kate got weirder and weirder. Just one man wasn't enough for her. We went out once and picked up a couple of guys then took them back and fucked them. She insisted on filming them both doing me, one at each end, and then a double penetration. That was ok, but after that she became obsessed by filming me getting fucked.

"She turned our spare bedroom into some kind of sex room. We had all our toys in there, a bed, and even one of those cradles where you can suspend someone horizontally by their legs and arms. One night she persuaded me to get into it, and then blindfolded me and brought in a group of men who took turns fucking me, first in the pussy, then in the ass. She filmed it all, and I lost count of the number of times they did it. 

"At first I was enjoying it, but after about a dozen cocks had fucked me it was started to hard. She insisted they all cum on my stomach and tits, so I was drenched in cum, and my pussy and ass were sore, but she kept on bringing more and more men in there. Maybe it was the same ones getting hard again, I don't know. I just remember starting to cry and begging her and them to stop. She just laughed, told them not to stop, and I felt another cock slide into my pussy." 

"That sounds awful, Amy," I said, stroking her hair. "You poor baby."

"It was horrible," she said with a sniff, and she moved closer to me, resting her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

She continued: "After a while even the men refused to carry on, saying it was hurting me too much, and so she threw them all out, shouting at them that they were useless fuckers. Then she came back into the sex room, and started fucking both my ass and pussy at the same time with a pair of dildos. I was past caring. I just lay there limply hating her. She grew bored and released me. I didn't say anything to her, just went and lay in the bath for an hour before going to bed."

She stopped and raised her head to look at me. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her beautiful blue eyes were so sad. 

"I'm so sorry, Amy. Why didn't you call me? I'd have come to get you."

"Would you?" she asked, looking at my lips.

"Yes, baby. You know I'd always do anything for you."

"I know, hon, but you're with Jen now. How would she have felt about it?" Amy reached up and ran a soft hand along my cheek. Her face was inches from mine.

"I don't know," I said and looked away.

Amy seemed to sigh a little impatiently, then said. "Anyway, I couldn't leave then. I had to get the disks."

"The disks?"

"Yes, she'd put all her recordings of me onto disks. I wasn't going to leave them there and find out I was suddenly an Internet porn star in a few weeks."

"So, how did you get them?"

"I had to wait for Kate to go out and then take them from her room. I had to wait weeks for her to leave long enough that I could get them, and collect all my belongings. She went away for the weekend yesterday, and so I did it. I got all my stuff out of my flat and moved it into my Dad's. Kate's not back till tomorrow tonight."

"So, you're living with your Dad?"

"Yes."

"How much does he know about all this?"

Amy looked at me again, her cool blue eyes staring deep inside me, her warm hand inching imperceptibly up my thigh. I'd not been turned on by the second half of her story, but the feeling of her so close to me, her full breasts resting on my chest, her hand near my crotch, and her lips so close to mine had left me hard as a board.




Amy's Story



"He doesn't know anything. You're the only one I've told my story to."

I gulped, and tried not to think about how close her fingers were now to my throbbing cock, tried to ignore the tip of her tongue that was slowly moistening her upper lip.

I had a sudden thought. "What about the disks? What if your Dad finds them?"

"He won't," she said. "I brought them with me. She nodded towards her handbag on the coffee table in front of us."

I didn't want to start thinking about what would be on those disks. My balls were tight enough and my cock hard enough already without thinking any more about Amy having sex. I had to think of something else to say, to keep the conversation going.

"So, what are you going to do next?" I asked.

Amy moved to whisper in my ear. "What? Right now?"

I didn't answer. I just sat there frozen, as she whispered: "Well, I've got one or two ideas," and moved her hand to squeeze my cock. 

She moaned gently and moved so her lips were on mine.

Then with a bang the front door opened, and Amy jumped away from me, just as Jen walked into the room.

"Hey!" she started and then stopped.

She looked at Amy and then at me.

"Amy!" she said unconvincingly. "Good to see you. How are you?"

"I'm good," lied Amy. "How are you?"

"Great!" said Jen. 

They both looked at me. I grinned stupidly at them both, not too sure what to say.

"Any of that wine left?" asked Jen.

"Just enough for a glass," said Amy. "I should be going though."

"No, no, please don't," said Jen. "You've got to tell me your news. I've not seen you in ages. Tell me everything."

Jen went to the kitchen to get a glass. Amy looked levelly at me.

Jen came back in with an empty glass and a fresh bottle of wine. 

I could tell she wasn't too pleased to see Amy. That's one of things I love about Jen: she wears her heart on her sleeve. If she's happy or sad, or excited or angry, it shows through right away. She curled her small figure into an armchair opposite from us, flicked her long, black hair out of her face, and looked at Amy. "So, what brings you here today?"

Amy told her she'd split up from Kate, and gave her an abridged version of the story. In fact she told all of the story, but missed out all of the descriptions of sex. It occurred to me that it hadn't been strictly necessary for her to tell me every intimate detail. I wasn't complaining though.

Once she'd finished, Jen said: "I can't say I'm surprised to hear it, Amy. That Kate was nothing short of a fucking bitch. I told you so at the time."

"I know. You did. I'm sorry I didn't listen." Amy's eyes started to well up with tears. "I was in love with her though. I never. I never thought she'd go that far."

Jen's expression softened and she came over to sit on the arm of the sofa next to Amy, putting her arm around her and comforting her. 

Amy carried on sobbing into Jen's shoulder. "I'm so sorry. This isn't you problem. I just don't know where else to go. You two are my best friends. I'm so sorry."

Jen carried on comforting her, and telling her she'd done the right thing coming to see us. Suddenly I felt hungry. I'd also managed to get my erection to subside, so I felt confident suggesting I go to the local Thai restaurant to get a takeaway.

The girls both agreed, so I went. 

I made a diversion to the off license to pick up some more wine, and when I got back I found Amy and Jen sitting on the sofa, falling into each other with laughter. They seemed to be getting on like old times. I left them to it and went to set up dinner.

I was glad to seeing them friends again. I was a bit uncertain about what had happened between me and Amy before Jen arrived, but I was glad it hadn't gone any further. I was completely in love with Jen, and didn't want to risk it for a quick fuck with anyone, even someone as gorgeous as Amy.

Over dinner we opened a couple more bottles of wine and carried on talking and laughing. We talked a bit about Ste, who no one had seen since the festival, and Keira who we all see on TV every week presenting a travel programme. We stopped talking about the French teenager when Jen flashed me the look she gives me whenever I watch the programme. 

It turned out that Jen had offered Amy our spare room for the night, so, once we'd run out of wine, she went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"It's really good to see Amy again," said Jen.

"Yeah it is isn't it? I'd forgotten how much of a laugh we always used to have together."

"We did have some fun together didn't we?" said Jen with a strange smile, and a nod as if she'd decided something. Then she went to join Amy in the bathroom. 

I started cleaning up the plates and glasses. I stopped when I got to Amy's glass. Next to it was her handbag, still on the coffee table. 

I could hear them giggling in the bathroom, so I carefully opened the bag. Inside, as well as the usual purse, lipstick, tube pass, and so on, were five disks. I pulled them out. I quickly scanned the labels: 'Amy, Kate, Rick'; 'Amy, Dean, Rob'; 'Amy in Paris', 'Five in a Bed', and 'Amy Gangbang'.

My cock started twitching as I imagined what was on those disks. Then I heard the bathroom door open, so I shoved them back in the bag and picked up the glasses I was carrying to the kitchen.

Amy followed me in to the kitchen. She was wearing Jen's nightshirt. She was a few inches taller than Jen, and her 38D tits were bigger than Jen's 34Cs, so the shirt barely covered her. Nothing was showing, but it wouldn't have taken a lot more than a good draught for me to get a glimpse of the blonde bush and pert ass that I knew was in there.

She said: "Thanks for a great evening, Nick," and reaching up on tiptoes she kissed me on the lips. Without thinking I kissed her back, and before I knew it her hand was on my crotch, rubbing my cock through my jeans. I pulled away from the kiss. 

"Night, Amy," I said firmly. 

She looked at me, smiled, and said: "Night, babe." As she turned around the hem of the shirt rode up and I saw the curve of her ass-cheeks. Then she was gone.

I brushed my teeth viciously, cursing my loyalty. My balls were tingling from all the sexual arousal Amy had inflicted on me that day. I resolved to go to bed and to give Jen a good fucking. I was going to make sure she was so loud that Amy would hear her and realise what she was missing out on.

But when I got into our bedroom, Jen was asleep. She'd drunk so much wine that she'd passed out right away. At only five foot four and around seven stone it doesn't take a lot to get her drunk. I pulled up the covers around her, stopping only to kiss one of her red nipples then her lips, before stripping off myself and climbing into bed, ready for sleep.

But I couldn't sleep. 

All I could think of was Amy's story. I thought about Kate and The Beast dildo. I thought about the two of them with the Aussie Rick. I imagined what she'd look like on the film with her and the two guys called Dean and Rob. I wondered what she got up to in the films entitled Amy in Paris and Five in Bed. I even thought about her strapped into the cradle with cock after cock plunging into her pussy and ass. Before long my cock was rock hard again and straining for release. I lay in the dark, slowly wanking myself off, picturing the girl in the next room in all sorts of sexual positions. 

Eventually, I gave in. I had to watch the films.

I got up, put on a dressing gown and tip-toed into the living room. I fished the film with Dean and Rob out of the bag and put it in the player. I then sat back on the sofa, my cock in hand, to watch with the sound turned down low so it wouldn't wake up the girls.

The first shot was of Amy sat on a bed with two guys sitting either side of her. Then Kate behind the camera focussed on one, a muscular black guy in his early twenties.

"Say hi to the camera, Rob," said Kate.

Rob smiled nervously and said hi.

Then Kate moved to the other guy, a white guy, abut the same age, with shaved hair, and a scar under his left eye. "Say hi, Dean."

He grunted then looked to look at Amy's tits which were encased in a tiny black bikini top. 

Kate carried on: "So, you two boys want to fuck my girlfriend?"

They both looked at the camera and nodded. 

"Ok, well you'd better do what I tell you. Can you do that?"

They both nodded again. Dean was still staring hungrily at Amy's tits.

"Good," said Kate. "Rob, you can kiss her." He leant over to do that, pulling her head towards him and mashing their lips together.

"Dean, you seem interested in her breasts. Why don't you undo her bikini?"

Without pausing he reached behind her and pulled the knot apart. The tiny triangles of cloth fell away revealing round, golden tits topped by erect pink nipples.

I gasped and my cock twitched in my hand as I watched Dean lower his lips to her nipple and start to suck it. He pulled away to run his tongue around it, before sucking it back in.

Kate said: "Rob. Suck her other nipple."

As he did so, Amy, tipped her head back and breathed out happily. She put her hands on the back of the two men's heads and held them against her tits.

"That's good boys," said Kate encouragingly. "I think she likes it. Now, Dean, let's see your cock."

Dean stood up and unzipped his jeans, reaching in to pull out a thick, long cock. It was probably about seven inches, not as big as mine, but by her expression Amy was more than satisfied with it. She reached out to grasp it then pulled it towards her. She leaned back to lie on the bed and Dean knelt next to her head, so he could ease his cock towards her open lips. 

"That's it," said Kate. "Stick your dick in her pretty little mouth. She loves sucking cock."

Kate zoomed in to a close-up of Amy sucking Dean's cock. She was grasping the base and her full, red lips were sliding quickly up and down it. She looked at the camera, then pulled the cock out of her mouth, smiled and slowly licked it from base to tip, before sinking her lips back down onto it.

"Oh yes, suck my cock, you dirty little cocksucker," said Dean. 

Rob was still playing with Amy's tits, and Kate instructed him to take off her bikini bottoms. He did so, peeling them down her long, slender legs, and then kneeling between them, pushing her knees apart so he got his first view of her wet, pink pussy.

Kate moved back to focus the camera on Dean's cock in Amy's mouth, then travelled up his body to capture him looking down at the blonde's exposed pussy, then Kate moved the view slowly over Amy's tight, flat stomach, over her blonde curls and down to where Rob was waiting to lick her slit. 

Kate zoomed in and whispered: "Go on then. You can taste it."

Rob moved down and ran his tongue along the full length of Amy's pussy, causing her to call out: "Oh yes!"

She then went back to work on Dean, sucking each of his balls deep into her mouth, while Rob focussed in on her clitoris, flicking it with short sharp swipes of his tongue. In a couple of minutes Amy came to an orgasm, coating Rob's face in her sticky juices.

The action on screen, combined with my slow stroking, was bringing me close to my own orgasm.

Kate took control of the threesome again. "Now, Amy, onto your hands and knees." She complied immediately, and went back to sucking Dean's cock.

"Rob. Get your cock out and fuck that pussy. Hard."

Kate was filming the whole scene as Rob pulled down his trousers revealing another hard cock. His was about the same size as Dean's and was already leaking pre-cum. Amy was now deep-throating Dean and he was obviously close to cumming, grunting and thrusting his hips towards her mouth. When she came up for air she was leaving sticky strings of spit between her lips and his cockhead. 

"Go on, fuck her," said Kate. "She wants it in her."

Rob rubbed his head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. Then with a moan of ecstasy he buried himself inside her. She had her mouth stuffed full of cock, but the microphone still picked up her sounds of pleasure as she felt herself being filled at both ends by hot throbbing cock.

At one end of the spitroast Dean grabbed hold of her head and pumped himself in and out of her mouth, while at the other end Rob held her asscheeks apart and drilled into her sopping wet cunt. Her big tits hung down, swaying between her, and the room was filled with the cries and groans of all three.

I was now panting and pumping my hand up and down my cock, straining not to cum before the threesome on the screen. I was completely captivated by the sight of my beautiful ex-girlfriend getting spitroasted on camera by two strangers, and I didn't notice that I wasn't alone in the room, until I heard a giggle.

I span round to see Amy and Jen standing in the doorway, Jen with her hand over her mouth and Amy nudging her.

"What are you two doing?!" I shouted.

"What are WE doing?" asked Jen, her eyebrows raised as she nodded at the screen.

I followed her gaze to see Dean spraying Amy's face with cum, while Rob pulled out and covered her firm ass with strings of jizz. He had begun to rub it in with his deflating cock, when I looked back at the two girls standing in the doorway. Amy was wearing the nightshirt and Jen was in a dressing gown.

"Enjoying the show?" asked Amy.

"Er..." I said. 

"Obviously," said Amy, looking at my crotch where I was still gripping tightly onto my erect cock. 

"What am I going to do with you, you horny little bastard," said, Jen walking towards me, and slipping off her dressing gown.

"What?" I asked confused by what was going on. Part of me was still thinking about the scene on the TV. Glancing at it, I saw that Amy was now holding the camera to get a close up of Kate licking the cum from her tits, while in the background the two men were wanking themselves back to hardness.

Jen knelt naked before me and looked up, an amused expression on her face. "So predictable, aren't you?"

"I'm, I'm....sorry," I stammered.

"Don't be," said Amy, who was now kneeling next to me on the sofa, her nightshirt rising up so I could clearly see her blonde bush. 

"What?" I said.

"We knew you wouldn't be able to resist the films," said Jen, taking hold of my cock and looking it up and down. 

"You knew?" I stammered.

"Amy told me in the bathroom. I decided I wanted us to have a threesome, and she said you'd do this. You could have waited till I'd fallen asleep properly though." My head span as my girlfriend lowered her mouth over my cock and purred onto it. 

Next to me, Amy, my ex-girlfriend, turned my head towards her. "Good film, isn't it?" Out of the corner of my eye I could see Rob's cock sliding between Amy's tits. Next to me, in reality Amy a nipple to my lips. I looked down at Jen, questioningly.

"Go on," she said, taking a break from sucking my cock. "I trust you just to treat it as a bit of fun." 

She was right of course. I'd already made my decision. It was her I loved. That didn't mean though that I didn't still fancy Amy. I leant forward and captured her turgid nipple in my mouth, sucking it in, revelling in the familiar taste. I moved to the other one while she gasped. 

I came up for air and she moved away, going to join Jen between my legs. On the TV Dean was kneeling between Amy's legs, and I could make out Kate's hand pushing his ass forwards, forcing his cock deeper into Amy's pussy, while Rob was straddling her rubbing his hard cock in the valley between her tits.

Tearing my gaze away from the screen I watched Jen and Amy run their tongues slowly up my shaft to meet at the top, where they kissed softly and gently over my cockhead. Then Amy slid her lips over the end and sucked hard, while Jen went back to licking up and down my nine inches and tonguing my heavy balls. I closed my eyes and groaned.

When I opened them the Amy on the screen was straddling Rob, lowering herself down onto his cock. She slid down further and further till he was all the way inside her, then leant forward and Dean lined himself up against her ass. Kate zoomed in to where her pussy was split open by one cock, then backed out a little to film Dean easing his rigid prick into her.

As he did so, Jen lifted herself up and impaled herself on my cock. She was incredibly hot and wet, and the sensation was completed by Amy licking my balls and shaft as Jen lowered herself up and down. She leaned back to kiss me and then we both looked at the screen. 

The two men were sawing in and out of Amy, alternating their thrusts and their grunts of satisfaction. She was moaning in ecstasy and offering her breasts to Rob's waiting mouth.

"That looks fucking hot, Amy," said Jen as she carried on sliding up and down my shaft.

Amy stood up and straddled my legs so she was face to face with Jen. "It was fucking awesome," she said and leaned forward to French kiss my girlfriend. I watched them and the screen behind them as I carried on slowly pumping in and out of Jen's steaming cunt.

As the on-screen action continued, Jen lifted herself off my prick and edged back a little, holding it upright, and looking at Amy. 

"Can I?" asked the blonde girl.

Jen nodded, and Amy lifted herself up onto my cock. She called out my name as she slid down until I was completely embedded in her. As she bottomed out, I looked over her shoulder to see a close up of her face on screen while she screamed out an intense orgasm. 

"Oh that's so good," she said to me and Jen. "He's so fucking big." Jen pulled Amy's face towards her and they kissed while stroking each other's tits. 

I had an idea, and gently pulled Jen away from Amy. Still with Amy sliding up and down my nine inches, I lifted Jen up, so her pussy was over my mouth and she was leaning back over my shoulder. I then pulled Amy towards me and together we began to tongue my girlfriend's pussy. Jen called out our names as we lapped at every fold, our tongues gliding across soft pink flesh and across each other, not stopping as Jen's orgasms came one after the other. I was desperate to cum, but didn't want the moment to end. 

Shifting position slightly, I could see Amy on screen kneeling in front of the two men's cocks, taking it in turns to suck them. Next to me her face was buried in my girlfriend's cunt, and on screen the men were exploding all over her. Their cum coated her cheeks, dripping down to land on her tits, and she carried on licking and sucking them dry. I felt my own cock swell further inside her as the film ended with a close up of her smiling cum-drenched face. She licked a drop of cum from her lips and the screen went blank.

"Fucking great film," I murmured and Amy, still with her eyes closed moved away from Jen's cunt to kiss me. I could taste my girlfriend's juices on her as we kissed passionately.

She broke away and whispered in my ear: "Fuck us both now. All our holes. But cum inside your girlfriend."

She then manoeuvred us so she was on top of Jen, both their legs spread and two pink wet pussies presented for me to fuck. I immediately plunged into Jen, who whimpered in pleasure. Then I pulled out, moved up a little and rammed it into Amy. She reached back and pulled her asscheeks apart. I caught a glimpse of Jen sucking Amy's nipples. Amy looked at me and slid a finger into her asshole. 

I took the hint and pulled my dripping wet cock out of her pussy sliding it straight into her asshole. It slid straight in, and within seconds my nine inches were embedded deep in her bowels. 

"Oh yes. That's good, Nick. Fuck me right there. Now fuck Jen's ass."

"Oh God, yes," said Jen. "Fuck my hot ass, Nick."

I pulled out of Amy and lifted Jen's legs so I could gain access to her tight, brown hole. 

The two girls were kissing fiercely as I eased my huge, throbbing prick into my girlfriend asshole. It was much tighter than Amy's so I took my time, sweat running off me as I strained not to cum until I was all the way inside her. My balls were throbbing and I could feel my heartbeat hammering through my rock solid cock.




Amy's Story



Finally I was all the way in. Jen was moaning my name and thrashing her head from side to side, long black hair flying and her firm, white tits heaving up and down.

Amy called out her encouragement to me: "Fuck her, Nick. Cum inside her." I drew out and slid back. "That's it. Give it to her, Nick." I picked up my pace, thrusting in and out of her hot, tight hole, feeling it surround every inch of my rigid shaft.

Both girls were crying out: "Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!"

I started shouting with them, feeling the cum boil deep inside me. Then it was shooting out of me, firing deep into my girlfriend, jet after jet of hot cum splashing around inside her. She was cumming at the same time, shaking and writhing beneath me, while my cock buried inside her kept her pinned to the sofa. Finally we stopped cumming and I collapsed on top of Amy. The three of us lay there, holding onto each other and getting our breath back.

We went to bed after that, and Amy went back to her Dad's the next morning, leaving me and Jen to spend a day in bed together making love over and over again. Since then, Amy's not seen Kate, which Jen and I are really pleased about. I'm even more pleased that Amy's been to stay with us a few more times and has shown us some of her other films. But that's another story........ 



Amy's Story



In the year since Amy suddenly found herself a widow at the age of 35 she hadn't left the house more than a dozen or so times. More often than not she relied on her best friend Jenny to bring her things from the store, but she also did a lot of online shopping. Her Husband had left her a lot of money and she knew she would never need to work if she choose not to.

Craig, her husband died in a car accident while coming home from work one afternoon. Amy had been a happy housewife up until that day. She had loved her husband and devoted her life up to that point to taking care of him and their daughter Stacy. 

Stacy, who was now 18 had left for college just a few short months after Craig died leaving Amy all alone in their large home. Amy had gotten pregnant with Stacy at a very young age and had married shortly after high school. It had been a good marriage and she had never even imagined her life without Craig.

Now a year after his death her life consisted of a lot of TV watching, and a lot of time on the computer. She did try hard to stay in shape, working out almost every day. It wasn't that she cared so much about what she looked like, or even her health. Instead this was her way of convincing herself, and more so the few friends she had left, that she wasn't giving up on life.

At 35 Amy was still a very attractive woman, she had long black hair that she usually wore tied back in a ponytail. Her D cup breasts accentuated her curvy figure. Before Craig had died she always wore nice clothes and often dressed up sexy for him. Nowadays she mostly wore sweatpants and a t-shirt, or some days she simply walked around the house in a pair of panties and a t-shirt. 

Today she knew that Jenny would be stopping by with some supplies for her so she had decided to at least do up her hair a bit and put on a pair of jeans and a nicer blouse. She mostly did this so that Jenny wouldn't lecture her too much. Jenny of course constantly worried about her and often would come by to try and cheer her up or just to check up on her.

Amy was just finishing straightening up the kitchen, trying to make it look like she actually cared when she heard the doorbell. She sighed and took a moment to mentally prepare herself for dealing with Jenny. She answered the door and Jenny burst in giving her a hug.

"Hey Ames, how you feeling today? You look good."

"I'm good, Jenny. Thanks for stopping by," Amy replied as she noticed Jenny was carrying a large sack. "What's in the bag?"

"I brought us some refreshments," replied Jenny.

Amy frowned to herself, knowing that this meant Jenny planned on sticking around for a while. She didn't do this often, usually it was a half hour visit and then she'd be on her way. It was hard enough for Amy to deal with Jenny in 30 minute doses, anything much more than that became extremely difficult to deal with.

Jenny was already in the kitchen by the time Amy had closed the door and turned around to follow. Jenny was always like this, and Amy had always suspected that she was on some kind of speed or something, but had never bothered to ask.

Walking into the kitchen where Jenny was already busying herself by emptying the bag of "refreshments". 

"So what did you bring?" asked Amy.

Jenny paused a moment before answering, "Ok, before you say no just hear me out."

Amy didn't like the sound of this, "Hear you on what, Jenny? I'm not in the mood for any surprises."

"No surprises really. I know you don't drink and never have, but I brought us some wine and I thought that... Well it might do you some good to have a glass with me and relax a bit."

Amy sat down at the table and sighed. Her mother had been an alcoholic and she had sworn to herself that she would never touch a drop of it, and she never had. Jenny knew this and even though she was known to drink quite often she had never before tried to get Amy to break her rules.

"Jenny, I don't know what gave you the idea that I'd have a drink with you, but you should know better."

"Oh Amy, you know I've always respected your vow to never drink, but you really do need to relax and let loose a bit. Come on just have one glass with me and I'll never ask again."

Surprising even herself Amy stopped to think about it. She was about to say no and ask Jenny to leave when a thought came to her. 'I'm no longer that woman,' she thought to herself. It was the vow of a woman who was happily married and raising her daughter trying to be everything that her mother wasn't. Her husband was dead, her daughter off to school and seldom even bothered to call her and check in. She suddenly realized that she wanted to break her vow simply for the sake of burying the woman who had made it once and for all.

"One glass," she found herself saying to a very surprised Jenny.

For a moment Jenny just sat there looking dumbfounded. "I ah I um, I... yeah great, let me pour, I brought glasses and cheese and everything," Jenny stammered. 

She pulled out two glasses and set them on the table, then pulled a bottle of red wine out and popped the bottle open. Amy watched with growing anticipation, she found her stomach was turning in knots. She was quickly starting to doubt herself and her decision.

Jenny seemed to sense her friends growing doubt and hurried to pour the wine before she could change her mind. As soon as the wine was poured she slid a glass over to Amy and picked up her glass and tasted it, "Mmmmm this is really good Wine Amy, you're in for a treat."

Amy stared at the glass for what seemed like an eternity before finally giving in and picking up the glass. She thought to herself, 'It's now or never.' She tipped the glass and took a small sip, it was sweet and a bit bitter, but surprisingly good. She took another small drink and savored the flavor for a moment, then without even thinking about it she tipped the glass back and in several large gulps finished off the glass.

"Whoa, Ames take it easy girl, wine is meant to be sipped, and you're not used to it," Jenny warned. "Would you like a refill?"

Amy thought about it a moment, it was really tasty and it wasn't like she was going to get drunk on a couple glasses of wine... was she? Now that she thought about it she wasn't sure, but she decided to go for a second glass anyway. "Sure, but just one more."

Jenny poured her another glass and handed it to her, she was only half way through her first and decided to top it off.

She watched as Amy took a small sip and smiled to herself seeing the pleasure on her friends face. "So how do you like it?"

"It's good," Amy replied. "Real good, at first I thought it was a bit bitter, but now I don't notice that as much. I'm not going to get drunk off two glasses am I?"

"Well you're not used to alcohol of any kind so you'll probably feel a bit of a buzz before long, but no I don't think you'll be drunk by any means," replied Jenny.

Amy took another swallow of the wine and asked, "How will I know if I'm buzzed?"

"Well you will probably start to feel a bit more relaxed, and maybe a bit lightheaded," Jenny replied in answer.

Amy thought about it for a moment, as she sipped her wine. She did seem to feel relaxed. The butterflies in her tummy had calmed and she didn't feel any of the apprehension she had felt just a short time ago. She went to take another sip of her wine only to find her glass empty. She sighed aloud and said to Jenny, "Wow that went fast, I was relly tryin to enjoy it this time." 'Did I just slur my words?' she wondered to herself. 

Jenny smiled, "Yeah that tends to happen when you relax and let yourself enjoy something."

Amy sat with her arms crossed staring at her empty glass while Jenny babbled on about something she didn't hear a word of. She wanted another glass, but was pretty sure she shouldn't. Somehow in the back of her mind she felt like if she asked for a third glass she would be crossing some kind of line. Finally she decided she just didn't care. The wine was good and she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. She didn't even mind Jenny's constant talking at this point.

Without asking she reached across the table and grabbed the bottle and filled her glass. Jenny looked shocked not for the first time tonight, but didn't say a word. She just smiled and held out her own glass for a refill. 

As Amy sipped her third glass, she found herself having small talk with Jenny. They talked about TV shows they'd both been watching, and Amy told her about a new bikini she had bought online. 

"Oh you should totally try it on, I want to see it," Jenny said enthusiastically. She was enjoying taking with Amy and was only teasing Amy about putting on the bikini. She didn't really think Amy would agree.

"Ok," Amy said. "I been wanting to try it on anyway."

Amy stood with her glass to go get the suit, and that's when she felt a bit off balance and swayed a bit. She placed a hand on the table to steady herself. "Wow, I uh, I got a bit dissy there. Mush have stood too quick." 'Oh god, I'm slurring my words,' she thought to herself. 

"Jen am I drunk?" she asked her friend.

Jenny laughed, not Ames I don't think your drunk, but you do seem to have a decent buzz going. Just be careful and don't lose your balance.

Amy walked to her bedroom on the second floor a bit unsteady on her feet she had to steady herself a couple of times. She did feel good though she had to admit. Her cheeks felt a bit warm, and her lips were tingling a bit. Her thoughts seemed to float a bit, but the best part was this sort of warm glowing feeling in her belly. She couldn't describe it any better than that, other than it really made her want to smile, and these days nothing made her want to smile.

She used the restroom real quick before changing into the bikini. She wasn't even real sure why she was agreeing to try it on, it didn't seem to make much sense, but she'd agreed to it. She bought a lot of clothes online that she never wore, it was just a habit. She almost lost her balance a couple of times as she changed into the suit, and found herself giggling after the second time. She felt like silly laughing like that, but didn't let it stop her. It seemed like so long ago since she had laughed out loud. 

Before she left her bedroom she glanced at herself in front of the full length mirror and was surprised at what she saw. She looked good in this suit. Real good. She didn't often look in mirrors anymore and hadn't really paid attention in a long time. All that working out had paid off, even if she hadn't been doing it for that reason. The suit also seemed to push her already large breasts up and made them look even larger. She found herself posing in front of the mirror when Jenny walked in carrying the bottle of wine and the two glasses.

"Wow girl you look sexy as hell in that suit," Jenny exclaimed. "I was starting to worry about you as you'd been gone awhile so I came to check on you."

Amy blushed realizing she'd been busted checking herself out in the mirror. "Wow, I must look like an idiot," Amy said still looking at herself. Without thinking about it she reached for the half empty glass in Jenny hand and taking it from her she emptied the glass in one gulp.

Jenny laughed, "Good thing I brought more than one bottle," she said and filled Amy's glass without asking. "Hey, it's a beautiful night out, let's go out and sit by the pool. I could use a cigarette."

Amy agreed and they headed for the pool, Amy enjoying the warm glow the wine had brought on. She felt elated and worry free, this was good. She was so glad that naughty friend Jenny had talked her into trying this wonderful wine. 'Naughty Jenny,' she thought to herself and then started giggling out loud.

Jenny turned and looked at her with a big smile, "What's so funny?"

Amy giggled some more as they sat down at the poolside table. The pool itself was empty since Stacy had left Amy hadn't wanted to take care of it. "Nothin, was jus thinkin how you alwayz ben the bad girrl, and I alwayz been the good girl."

Jenny laughed at this, "Yeah and I've tried my whole life to corrupt you without any success. Well until tonight that is."

They both laughed.

Jenny pulled out a cigarette and lit it. She took a long drag deep into her lungs and held it for a moment enjoying the smoke. It had been hours since her last cig and she had been wanting one bad. She exhaled and sat back in her chair and took a sip of her wine. "MMmmmmm that's so good," she cooed. 

Amy had watched her fascinated by the look of pleasure on her friends face as she took her first drag on the cigarette. Was it really that good? She wondered. She had never been able to stand the smell of cigarette smoke and had never tried one because of it. Craig had smoked, but never around her. She always figured he thought she didn't know.

Suddenly she found herself wanting to try one. Without putting much thought to it she put her hand out and asked Jen, "Can I try?"

Jenny smiled and handed her the cigarette, "I am a bad influence aren't I."

"What do I do?" Amy asked taking it between her fingers like she'd seen Jenny do.

"Just put it between your lips and inhale, then let the smoke into your lungs and hold it for a moment. Not too big of a drag though for your first time or you'll be coughing," Jenny responded.

Amy put the cigarette to her lips and slowly pulled in some smoke, she coughed a bit and didn't get any into her lungs, but determined she tried again. This time she got a good amount of the smoke into her lungs and felt it burn the back of her throat a bit. It tasted a bit minty and she was more than a little surprised to find she liked the taste. Suddenly, she started coughing and felt tears come to her eyes as the smoke poured out her nose and mouth.

"I told you not to take so much, and you held it way too long. Still not bad for your first drag," Jenny said as she lit another cig. "You keep that one."

Amy gulped down her wine to help stop the coughing, and then found herself pulling on the cigarette again. This time she was careful not to take so much and didn't hold it in her lungs as long. She let out the smoke in a slow manner the way she'd seen Jenny do. She realized that she felt incredibly sexy as she sat there smoking, and drinking wine.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed since they'd come out to the pool, but she knew she'd smoked another cigarette and Jenny had just poured them the last of the second bottle of wine. They had been conversing and laughing a lot. She was having the best time and didn't want it to stop.

"We need more wine," She declared.

Jenny laughed and said, "That's all the wine I brought girl, but I do have something else in the car that I had bought for myself."

Amy was curious, "Oh and what is it?"

"Vodka," Jenny replied. "I had bought it for myself to make some drinks with later, but I'm happy to share."

Amy thought about it a moment. She knew vodka was stronger than wine, and knew it was likely to get her drunk, but she realized she didn't care. "Go git it, I gotta pee."

Jenny laughed and told her to go pee while she went to the car to get the vodka.

Jenny was having a great time, and was so happy that Amy seemed to be enjoying herself as well. It had been so long since she'd heard her friend laugh or even seen a smile on her face. She started to get an idea that it might be fun to see just how drunk she could get Amy tonight. She knew she probably would get the chance to drink with her again as Amy would most certainly go back to her ways after tonight, so might as well enjoy it while she could.

While Jenny was heading out to the car for the Vodka Amy was finding it difficult to walk straight as she headed for the bathroom. She found herself having to hold on to the wall to keep from stumbling. Her head was floating a lot now and she found it hard to keep her thoughts straight. She was having a great time and didn't want to stop, but at the same time she was starting to realize that maybe she was already drunk.

As she pulled down the bikini bottom she lost her balance a bit and plopped herself down on the toilet with a thud. She couldn't help but to giggle a little, "oopsies," she said out loud.

She moaned with relief as she started to pee, it felt so damn good. Hell everything felt good right now. She looked up in the mirror over the sink and saw the stupid grin on her face and giggled, then she noticed that one of her breasts had popped out of her bikini top. "Hey, what you thnk yur doin?" She then giggled again realizing she was talking to her boob. 

She reached up to put it back in the bikini top and as she touched it realized that it felt really good. She took her breast in her hand feeling its weight and then rolled her nipple between her fingers. She moaned in pleasure, "oh wow." She suddenly realized that she was incredibly horny. It had been ages since she'd touched herself, and she found the need to cum suddenly overpowering. 

With her breast still in one hand, her fingers squeezing and teasing her nipples, she reached her other hand between her legs and slid her fingers inside her wet pussy. She was so wet, and couldn't believe how good it felt. Soon she found herself furiously fingering her wet pussy while she played with her large breasts. She was moaning furiously.

When Jen came to check on her she could hear the moans on the other side of the door and realized what her friend was doing. She instantly got wet thinking about Amy on the other side of that door playing with her large breasts and touching herself. She'd always found Amy to be beautiful and she secretly had always wanted to try having sex with her. She'd never been with a girl, and really didn't go that way, but there was something about Amy. She thought about touching herself right there in the hallway, but then decided it was too risky. One thing was for sure, her husband was getting lucky tonight.

Amy's head spun with pleasure as her orgasm took hold of her. Her whole body shook and she screamed out with the pleasure that was washing over her in waves. She almost fell of the toilet and had to grab the counter to maintain her balance. She could swear she was seeing stars. Soon the orgasm subsided and she started coming back from the edge of bliss. She cleaned herself up and walked back to the kitchen. The realized the orgasm seemed to have sobered her a bit as she didn't seem to be stumbling as bad.

When she appeared in the kitchen looking flush and disheveled Jenny started clapping and said, "Wow girl that must have been some orgasm."

Amy blushed furiously, "Oh my, you heard that?"

"I think the whole neighborhood heard that," Jenny said laughing. "Don't be embarrassed, you deserved it."

Amy sat down with a plop and thought to herself that she did deserve it and her face flushed once more when she thought about that orgasm. "It wuz good," she said smiling.

She noticed two shot glasses sitting on the table and two glasses of orange juice. "Whatz this?" 

Jenny slid her a shot glass and glass of orange juice. "This my friend is a shot, and you are doing one with me."

Amy just laughed and grabbed the glass and tipped it back... wow did it burn. She wasn't prepared for that, it burned all the way down her throat and into her tummy. It was a wonderful feeling. 

"You're supposed to chase it with the orange juice silly," Jenny said laughing as she did her own shot then took a gulp of orange juice. Hers was plain orange juice, but she had spiked Amy's with vodka. She was figuring by now Amy might not notice.

Amy did take a big swallow of the orange juice and for a moment looked at the glass with an odd expression, but then seemed to dismiss it and pushed the shot glass to Jenny. "anopher one puleze."

Jenny smilled and filled the glass, Amy was really starting to get drunk, she was slurring her words and swaying a bit in her chair. The oddest thing to Jenny was just how aroused it was making her watching her friend get wasted. She thought about this for a moment, but decided not to dwell on it. She dismissed it as she was just horny from hearing her masturbate in the bathroom earlier.




Amy's Story



Amy took the next shot and gulped it down enjoying the burn as the alcohol slid down her throat and into her tummy. That warm glow she had felt from the wine was intensified tenfold with the vodka. She took the orange juice and took a big swig of that as well, then found herself sliding the shot glass back to Jenny. "Agin puleze," she slurred.

Once again Jenny filled the glass and pushed it back to her drunk friend. Amy didn't hesitate and downed the third shot just as quick as the first two, then gulped down the last of her spiked orange juice. In the back of her mind Jenny knew she should be worried about how quickly Amy was taking to the drink, but she was a bit too buzzed herself to dwell on it.

Jenny downed her second shot and chased it with orange juice. She realized then that she needed to pee and told Amy to wait while she went to do so. 

Amy was visibly drunk by now slouching over the table and swaying back and forth in her chair. Her eyes were half lidded and her face was quite flush. As Jenny walked out of the kitchen she heard Amy mumble something about another drink, but she told her to wait till she got back.

Watching Jenny walk out of the room Amy realized how blurred her vision had become, she looked across the table at the bottle of vodka and swore she saw two of them. She was having trouble keeping her head up and her brain didn't seem to work at all. The only thing clear in her mind is that she wanted more vodka. She wanted more of that wonderful warm glow in her tummy. 

She reached across the table for the bottle and nearly fell out of her chair as she grabbed it. She was quite proud of herself for getting it on the first try. She tried to pour it into the shot glass, but instead just poured it all over the table. This frustrated her and she got angry and flung her arm out knocking the shot glass and also her empty orange juice glass onto the floor with a crash. The orange juice glass shattered.

Then she had an idea. She felt like the smartest woman ever. She'd just drink it straight from the bottle. She tipped the bottle up unsteadily and started letting the warm liquid pour down her throat. It felt so wonderful as it burned going down, gulp after glorious gulp she drank down filling her belly with warmth. Suddenly she lost balance and fell out of her chair onto the floor. The bottle rolled away from her and she immediately started reaching for it. She wanted more so bad.

Her head swam and her vision blurred and soon became tunnel vision. She suddenly felt her stomach revolt and began to vomit all over the floor she was laying on, and then everything went black.

Jenny heard the crash from the bathroom. She quickly finished up and made her way to the kitchen. She couldn't believe the sight that greeted her. There in the middle of the floor was her best friend since the first grade, the most innocent person she'd ever known, laying in a pool of her own vomit hand extended reaching for a bottle of vodka that was just out of her reach.

Jenny walked over and picked up the vodka and was shocked that the bottle was well over half way gone. It had been nearly full when she had left. She put the bottle down and bent over to help Amy up, she had to literally drag her out of the kitchen. She knew she couldn't get her up the stairs and Amy was not going to wake up and help so she got her into the living room and laid her on the rug there. She got a pillow from the couch and placed it under her head and made sure she was laying on her stomach so if she puked again she wouldn't choke.

Jenny looked down on her friend before she left and couldn't believe just how beautiful she looked passed out drunk. She had to suppress a desire to go over and feel her boobs. Damn she was so horny. She realized then that she really needed to get home to Dave, her husband. It was almost 3am and he'd be asleep, but she didn't care, she was going to wake him and fuck his brains out.

Walking out to her car she knew she was too drunk to be driving, but the thought of her husband fucking her was just too much. She got in her car and reached into her purse pulling out her kit. It contained a mirror, a card and some coke. She cut a couple of lines and snorted one up each nostril feeling the rush head right to her brain. There she thought to herself... good to go. She smiled dumbly as shepulled out of Amy's driveway with thoughts of her half naked, passed out drunk friend spinning in her alcohol, coke riddled brain. Damn Dave had no idea what he was in for tonight she thought to herself...