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A Friend in Need Ch. 02

By: Chunderthunk



The rattling of the typewriter keys was the only sound in the shop and when the machine dinged as I reached the end of the line I was writing, I pulled out the sheet of paper and sat up, stretching my back muscles. I added the paper to the thin stack on the desk. It had been a good afternoon, I realized, as far as writing went -- I had managed to bang out six or seven pages of the short story I was working on, my assignment for the next writing group meeting. Whether they were six or seven good pages, well, we'll see about that, I guess. But it was more than I had managed in any one sitting in ages, which was one of the reasons I had joined the group in the first place: to try to get motivated enough to sit down and actually write out the ideas always bouncing around in my head.

That was why I joined. Why I stayed, obviously, had a lot to do with the fringe benefits, as we've already seen.

A good afternoon for writing it may have been, but unfortunately that meant that it had not been so good for commerce. I managed to get so much done because there had been almost no interruptions from customers, only three all afternoon, one of whom was still poking around among the stacks. I shrugged and drained the last of the cold coffee in my cup. As a businessman I hated the thought of slow days like this -- hated the thought? Hell, was scared shitless by it is more like it -- but I had been in the used book business long enough to know the cycles, the busy weeks at the start of each new term when the students came in with their course lists looking for a break from the usurers at the university bookstore; the busy times at the end of term, when they came in to unload those books, most of them with spines uncracked; and then Christmas gift-givers and summer beach-readers were usually enough to keep me afloat during the academic calendar's dead zones.

I took my cup to the back room and refilled it from the coffee-maker crammed into a corner of a counter piled high with paperbacks. What came out was sludgy and grainy and I poured it down the sink. I looked at my watch -- almost four. Another hour and I'd close up for the weekend. During the school year it was worth my while to open on Saturdays and I even usually hired somebody to work the shift for me, but in the summer there wasn't any point in bothering. Although most weekends I was in here anyway, doing inventory or some other such task that always needed doing.

I returned to my post near the front door and sat down on the worn leather office chair that served as throne over my little nerdish empire. I took the pages of my story and dropped them in a drawer on the small desk that held the typewriter, tucked in behind the main counter at which I transacted my business. I sat absent-mindedly scratching my belly through my T-shirt and staring out the open front door when I was brought back to earth by someone clearing her throat.

"Oops," I said, blushing at being caught in full-blown daydream as I stood and turned to the counter. It was my lone customer, the one who had come in about 20 minutes ago -- pretty, about 20 and dressed in the obligatory college-hippie chick uniform of loose floral dress and sandals, her wrists clinking with thin wire bracelets and fiery red hair, long and wavy, that spilled out from a red bandanna. Her bare arms were stick-thin but her tits were surprisingly -- and pleasantly so -- large and firm, with a nice bit of cleavage showing above the dress.

"Sorry," she said. She smiled and her lips were plump and luscious. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, that's OK," I said. I caught myself almost looking at her chest and quickly looked at her face, where those lips were almost as obscene as her tits surely would be, and way softer. God help me. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Not yet," she said. "I was looking for 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. You know, by D.H. Lawrence?"

"Oh, I know D.H. Lawrence," I said. I came out from behind the counter. She turned expectantly and I had to resist the urge to put my arm around her, my hand in the small of her back to guide her to the shelf she was looking for. "You couldn't find it? I'm pretty sure we have a couple of copies of it." 

"I don't think so," she said. "I've looked all over for it."

"Well, I'll see what I can find. We usually try to keep a couple of emergency copies of 'Chatterly' for occasions just like this."

She giggled. "Is this an emergency?"

"If it means sending you home happy, then I can't think of anything that would be any more so," I said. She giggled again. Those lips were driving me crazy and my cock was starting to stir as I imagined what they would be capable of. I had to make a break for it. "I'll go look in the back room. I'm sure there's one there."

"OK."

I found the book -- as I thought, there was a pile of them, I needed to do inventory and straighten out the stacks -- and when I came back out she was standing at the counter. I held the book up and she smiled again. My stomach gave a little jump.

"Here you go. The sticker says 10 bucks, but I'll let you have it for five, because you had to ask for it."

"Oh. Hey, wow," she said. I rang it up and handed her the receipt. She put them both in the canvas bag slung over her shoulder. "Thanks."

"That's why we're here," I said. "Is there anything else I can help you find?"

"Maybe," she said, biting her lower lip and looking down at the counter. Oh please god, I thought, let this be one of those porno moments -- cue whacka-chikka music ...

"Name your title," I said. "This is a bookstore. I'll bet we have it." Way smooth there, Mr. Porno. Holy crap.

"I was wondering if you had any openings," she said. "If you were hiring, I mean."

"Not just now," I said. I imagined her standing on the stepstool, reaching up to stock the top shelves, those tits straining against her T-shirt as she stretched ... "During the school year I usually hire somebody to cover weekends, etcetera etcetera."

"That's cool," she said.

"I don't have anybody lined up yet," I said. "You'll still be around in the fall?"

"Oh yeah. I'm going into my last year."

The phone under the counter rang. I motioned her to wait a second and answered. "Brin Mawr Bookshop."

"Hello, Brin Mawr Bookshop," Colleen said. "Am I interrupting the relentless march of capitalism?"

"Not at all," I said. "Can you hold on a second?" I covered the mouthpiece and turned back to the redhead. "Well, good then. Why don't you bring in your resume, and I'll give you a call? I usually take someone on in late August for the frosh week rush."

"Great. Thanks." She smiled at me again and started toward the door. Her long hair waved goodbye as she walked out into the street.

"Sorry about that," I said. "I just had to get rid of a customer. I've been just overrun all afternoon."

"Uh-huh," Colleen said. "So let me guess: blonde, looking for something by Jane Austen for Dr. Thornton's intro class and by the way, Mr. Bookseller, is that a Lord Byron in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"As a matter of fact, wise-ass, it was a redhead and she was looking for Chatterly," I said. "And Dr. Thornton is an asshole."

"Ho-ho," Colleen said. "Chatterly. Oh, please."

"That's right," I said. "As a matter of fact, she also asked me for a job. I think I'll take her on in the fall."

"Oh, you'll take her on all right," Colleen laughed.

"Hey, watch it. She looks like a very sweet girl."

"Sure she does. Just your type, then." Colleen laughed. She had a great laugh, very sweet and girly, and it always made me feel good when I heard it. 

"Any type is my type," I said.

"That is not true," Colleen said. "So what's the plan, Stan? Are we going out tonight or what?" 

"I'd like to. Where do you want to go?"

"Jamie wants to go to the Horseshoe. Is that OK with you?" 

"Sure. We'd end up there anyway."

"Awesome! We're going straight from here to Sparta for dinner before we head out drinking. Do you want me to swing by and pick you up?" 

"I don't think so," I said. I love Greek food, but I tried to avoid Sparta -- there was this waitress I was trying to avoid running into. Long story. "I have to clear some stuff up here, so I'll be a while. I'll just meet you at the Horseshoe."

"Party-pooper." 

"Easy now. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Okay. Woohoo!"

It was a little after eight o'clock when I walked into the Horseshoe. I got a beer and walked around until I ran into a table full of people from Gen-Tech, the programming company I worked for until I took the plunge and left to become my own boss. I still recognized a few of the people sitting there -- they were veterans not only of the company, but of the weekly Friday steam-blowing sessions at the bar, and I pulled up a chair to get caught up on things.

Throughout the evening, people came and went from the table, playing musical chairs. Coming back from the bathroom, I found my old seat taken, so I fell into the only one open, next to Miriam Hall, a newer programmer that I'd met last year at one of the Friday night piss-ups. Other than drunken barroom chatter across the table, we'd never talked much, although that wasn't for lack of wanting to on my part. Though we hadn't spent much of anything you'd want to call quality time together, I had still managed to develop a healthy crush on her; in fact, it was Miriam who fuelled the fetish for short-haired women that had led me to pursue my arrangement with Gloria, the big difference between the two being that Gloria's was dark while Miriam's was bleached blonde and spikey. Her eyebrows, which arched sharply over clear blue eyes, were too dark for her to even pretend to be a natural blonde; I spent many a pleasant hour imagining just how much the carpet wouldn't match the drapes. 

In fact, Gloria and Miriam were similarly built, too -- thin, small-breasted and narrow-hipped bodies that made them look taller than they were. I spent many another pleasant hour imagining what it would be like to fuck them both together. The mind boggles.

As I sat down, Miriam was listening languidly to someone across the table, her head cradled in her hands with her elbows braced on either side of her glass. She turned her head as I pulled up my chair and smiled, straightening in her chair and running her fingers through her spikey hair.

"Good evening, Mr. Hunter," she said, slurring slightly. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yeah," I smiled back, "what are the odds, huh?"

Miriam giggled and started to toy with her hair again, then as if she caught herself in the act, she brought her hand quickly down to the table. 

"So," she said, rubbing a finger around the rim of her sling glass, looking at me, "what are you doing here all alone, big boy?"

"Who else would I be here with?" Her bite-sized tits poked at the paisley fabric of her light summer dress. If she leaned in a little closer I'd be able to see them down the front and she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were showing. I almost caused myself a sprain keeping my eyes eight inches further north.

"I don't know. I guess I assumed that a guy like you would have been here with somebody. I don't know."

"Oh yeah? And what's 'a guy like me'?"

"You know," she said, and now she blushed. "A guy who -" And then she started to laugh, her face flushed. She reached over and took my hand, giving it a quick nervous squeeze before retreating back to her sling.

"Uh-huh," I said. 

"Oh, stop," she said. "I'm just teasing. For all I know, you've probably got the little woman back at home, conscientiously taking care of the rugrats while you're out here carousing." She took a sip, giggled again. "You scoundrel, you."

I laughed and took a sip from the glass the waitress had just put down in front of me. 

"Nope," I said. "There hasn't been a 'little woman' in a couple of years. My lawyer took care of that."

"Oh yeah," she said, looking down. "I knew that. Sorry."

"Yeah, right," I said. "Don't be sorry. It wasn't a bad thing." I looked around the room. "What about you? Where's the guy you're usually here with? The one with the goatee?"

She took a long drink from her glass and looked away. "I haven't talked to him lately."

"Oh." Shit. Now my face turned red. "Shit. Now I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up -"

"It's OK," Miriam said. She was smiling again and put her hand on my forearm, squeezed and let it linger before reaching for her glass again. "Don't be embarassed." She took a drink. "Anyways, it's been almost three weeks, so I'm wa-a-a-y over it." She waved dismissively, then touched my cheek with her fingertips and giggled again. "God, Dave, you're blushing. I'm sorry. You didn't know."

"Yeah, well, if putting my foot in my mouth was an Olympic sport, they've have my face carved on the medals." She laughed at this, really laughed, holding her hand up to her mouth. Her nails, painted bright red, were chewed down to the finger. I laughed too, not put-on, but the real thing; her laughter was so honest, she was enjoying it so much, that I just couldn't help responding in kind. By now, though, my bladder was screaming for attention, but I didn't want to get up. If I left, the odds were that this conversation (and my chances) would be following my beer down the sewer.

The problem was taken out of my hands. Miriam leaned forward and beckoned me to get closer. "I have to visit the ladies' room," she said, her lips deliciously close to my ear.

"That's funny," I said. "So do I." 

Miriam sat back and looked at me, then started to laugh again. "That is funny," she said. She stood up, a little wobbly, and held out her hand. "Will you escort me to the facilities, kind sir?" she said. "In return, I'll watch the door for you so you aren't interrupted while you use the can, man."

"Well, with an offer like that," I said. I took her hand and stood up. We made our way through the crowd, still holding hands -- she had twined her fingers through mine. And when we were forced to give up our grip to get through a lineup at the bar in the back room, I put my hand in the small of her back and she looked back at me and smiled and blew me a kiss. I watched her disappear into the ladies' room then I went into the men's, where there was a lineup, as usual, for the two stalls and three urinals. By the time I got my turn -- at a urinal next to a guy so drunk he fumbled with his fly for half a minute before finally getting his dick out and then missed the porcelain and pissed on his own foot, better his than mine, I thought -- at least five minutes had passed and when I got back out to the bar, I looked around for Miriam and there was no sign of her in the crowd. I stood around for a couple of minutes, trying not to look like someone who was standing around waiting near the bathrooms, then I went over to the bar and got a beer. She still hadn't come out, and by then enough people had been circulating in and out of the women's can that she had to have left before I did. Shit. Oh well. 

I ordered another beer and waded out into the crowd and was trying to squeeze between a pool table and a guy in a wife-beater shirt who smelled sharply of oily BO when I was grabbed by the elbow. 

"Hey stranger," Colleen said. She was beaming at me, her pixie face flushed with liquor and the heat of the room, her brown hair matted to her forehead by sweat. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that showed off an ample amount of cleavage that seemed to wink at me as she reached her arms up to me. "Gimme a hug, you big galloot. I was starting to think you changed your mind about coming."

I bent over and hugged her around the waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed. "No, I've been here a while," I said. "I was sitting with -"

"Oh, I saw who you were sitting with," she said, looking at me coquettishly. "Very nice. So what happened to her? Did you scare her off?"

I shrugged. "I went to the bathroom and when I came out she was gone. Just one of those things, I guess. Maybe I'll see her again next Friday."

"Poor baby," Colleen pouted. She reached up and pinched my cheek.

"I'll live," I said. "Where's Jamie?" Jamie worked with Colleen in the university's public relations office and after me, he was her closest male friend. Unlike me, he was flamingly gay. Colleen told me once that she thought he had a crush on me and while I certainly had no interest in indulging him, we did carry out a bit of a harmless flirtation from time to time. 

"I sent him to the bar on a liquor run," Colleen said. "Do you want to go find a table with us? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again." She smirked.

I smirked right back. "Sure," I said. "Let's go to the bar first -" 

I stopped in mid-sentence. I had turned toward the bar and over in the corner, at the Gen-Tech table, Miriam was sitting at one end by herself.

"Actually, maybe I'll meet up with you guys later," I said. "Look: she's right there."

Colleen stood on her tip-toes and craned her neck to see. She grinned wickedly up at me. 

"Maybe I'll just see you tomorrow," she said. She punched me on the shoulder. "Are we still on for dinner tomorrow?"

"Yes we are," I said. "I'll pick yopu up around five."

"Okay. Have fun, buddy. Good luck."

I made my way through the crowd, which was starting to thin at this point, and dropped into the chair next to Miriam. She was staring into space and it took a couple of seconds before she 

noticed my presence and turned. She smiled as she recognized me. 

"I thought I'd lost you," I said, putting my arm on the back of her chair around her shoulders. She smiled and leaned in close.

"I have to go to bed," Miriam said, leaning into my ear. I could smell her shampoo, a tropical fruit aroma cutting through the bar smoke. "Can you walk me home, Mr. Hunter? I only live a couple of blocks away. You can come back here after, or I'll call you a cab."

"Sure," I said. I drained my beer and helped Miriam on with the windbreaker she was carrying, pulling out the sleeve and aiming her into it. She giggled drunkenly. 

"Why, thank you, kind sir," she said. 

"Ahem," I said, holding out my arm. Laughing, Miriam put her arm through his. "Oh, my," she said. "Such chiv-chivly-chivalry. I blush." She giggled at her own drunken stutter and I laughed. By this point I was pretty drunk too, so it took us a bit of work to make it to the door, stumbling, unsteady, arm in arm. I pushed the door open and held it for her, bowing as she walked through. We walked out into the street, her arm still hooked through mine, leaning into me. She tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and I pulled my arm from hers and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her against me. I looked down into her face and she was blushing, looking up at me. She giggled.

"Oops," she said.

"Oops," I said. I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips parted instantly and the tip of her tongue snaked out and touched mine. I cupped her cheek and she moaned as our tongues started their explorations. The air was cool and I could feel her warmth rising from her as we embraced.

Miriam pulled her mouth away and looked me in the eyes. "Do you want to come to my place?" she said.

"God yes," I said. Miriam grinned evilly and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go," she said. "Hurry!"

"I'm hurrying," I said. Her place was in a small apartment building another three blocks away. We stopped a few more times along the way to make out and by the time she found the right key and we got inside my cock was straining painfully against my jeans. Miriam tossed her keys and purse on the kitchen table and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed long and hard and she forced her tongue into my mouth, grinding her hips against mine. I grinded right back, my rock-hard cock pressing against her lower belly. Without breaking the kiss, I kicked off my sneakers and let my jacket drop to the floor, then I bent over and picked her up.


A Friend in Need Ch. 02



"Whaaa!" she said. "What are you doing?"

I grunted and carried her into the next room, which served as both bedroom and living room, with a Japanese-style paper divider marking the line between the two. I dropped her on the bed and fell next to her, pulling her against me as my mouth found hers again. We necked for a while as my hand rubbed up and down from her ass to her shoulders and back again. I found the zipper at the top of her dress and started to pull it down. I got about three inches before she stopped me.

"Wait," she panted. Oh, great, I thought. This is a hell of a time to change her mind. She sat up and turned her back to me. "Turn around," she said.

"What?"

"I don't want you to watch me get undressed," she said. "Turn around and I'll get under the covers."

"You don't have to be shy with me," I said. "I think you're beau-"

"Come on, do it," she said, her voice pleading. I shrugged and turned away from her. I took off my own shirt, jeans and socks and without looking at her -- I'm nothing if not a good sport -- I slipped under the blanket, still wearing my boxer shorts. A few seconds later, she got in behind me and pressed herself against me, her hard nipples poking me in the back.

"Now then, Mr. Hunter," she said, her hand caressing my stomach, "where were we?"

"We seem to have lost our way," I said. A sudden awful thought struck me and I prayed to God that her shyness didn't mean that I was about to discover a prick between those muscular legs that I had been fantasizing about for so long. At the same time, her hand moved down my stomach and found my cock, which was sticking out of the opening in my shorts. Her fingers ran up and down its length and I shuddered with pleasure.

"Well, then, maybe I can help us find it again," she breathed against the back of my neck. She kissed me there and I moaned. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and gently stroked it up and down as she kissed and licked my neck and shoulders. I reached behind me, between our bodies, and found her soft bush -- no dick, I thought. My fingers tried to explore but from this angle it wasn't working very well, so I rolled over to face her. In the dark I could make out her perfect white teeth as she smiled softly; her eyes were glazed over with lust. By now the liquor had worn off and had been replaced with animal need.

"Hi," Miriam said in a little-girl voice.

"Hi," I said. We kissed and she wrapped her hand around my cock again and jerked it slowly as my fingers finally found the damp spot in her bush. Miriam moaned into my mouth as I rubbed my middle finger over her clit.

"Oh!" she sighed. I rubbed her swollen clit, then moved down and squeezed my finger into her hot, wet opening. She rolled her hips and spread her legs wide as I probed her. I fingered her for another minute and her eyes were rolling into her head.

"Oh, god!" she said. She reached down and pulled my fingers from her pussy, then slid down, her head disappearing under the covers.

"Where are you going?" I said. She mumbled something I couldn't make out, then I felt her tongue on the head of my cock while her hand wrapped around the shaft. She licked around the head then took it into her mouth, sucking and moaning softly while her hand jacked the shaft slowly. This went on for a couple of minutes, then she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and slid them down. As she pulled them down my legs, I helped by kicking them off, then I threw the covers off and she grinned up at me, her tongue snaking out to lick at the tip of my cock. 

"Move up here," I hissed. She slid up and positioned her hips over my face, her pussy just inches from my mouth. As she took my cock back into her mouth, I grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and pulled them apart. Her pussy lips parted moistly and I reached up to run my tongue along her crack, earning a deep moan from her as I found her clit. I flicked it back and forth then sucked it between my lips, burying my nose into the folds of her hot, wet pussy. 

By now, Miriam was deep-throating my cock and I ran my tongue from her clit up to her asshole, rimming her gently before moving back down and starting over. She seemed to enjoy it when I reached her ass, so I started poking my tongue a little harder against her pucker each time, pressing the tip between the tight muscles of her sphincter. I licked back down and sucked her clit, poking my middle finger into her pussy to get it wet, and then pressing it against her asshole, watching it slowly disappear inside her. I just as slowly slid it back out, then drove it home again, this time a little faster.

Miriam was working my cock like a madwoman, sucking and slurping loudly as her hand jerked me off furiously. I was afraid I was going to come too soon if she kept it up, so I rolled her off me and pulled my cock away from her face. It slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop and Miriam whimpered.

"I want to fuck you," I panted, starting to get into position above her. Her eyes closed and breathing hard, Miriam shook her head and held me back.

"Wait," she said. She got on all fours and stuck her ass up at me. I knelt eagerly behind her and, my cock in hand, I rubbed it against her soaking pussy. Miriam looked back at me and smiled.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, baby," she said. "Is that OK?"

Is that OK? What the hell kind of question is that? I almost shot my load right there. Breathing hard, I pressed the head of my cock into her soaking pussy, earning a load moan as I pushed it all the way in. I grabbed Miriam's hips and pulled her against me, savouring the feel of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, then I slowly slid it back out.

"Oh my fucking god," she said. I slowly slid my cock back into her, again pausing when I reached bottom, and gently pressed my thumb into her asshole. Miriam gave a high-pitched shriek as my thumb violated her tight opening. I slowly started to fuck my cock in and out of her pussy, feeling it move in and out with my thumb through the walls of her pussy and ass. Miriam fucked back against me for a few strokes, then she pulled her hips forward so that my cock popped out of her pussy.

"Will you fuck my ass? Fuck!" She stuck her ass out at me and I moved into position behind her. I took my thumb out of her hole and pressed the head of my cock to the tight, pink opening. My cock was slick from her pussy juices, which were running down the inside of her thigh, and the head squeezed in easily. Miriam gasped and I stopped with the head snugly held by her muscles.

"Oh my god it's big," she gasped. 

"Shhh," I said. I reached around underneath her and found her clit. I rubbed it with my fingers and Miriam started to move her hips, gyrating them as I played with her pussy, and my cock slowly squeezed deeper into her ass. Miriam's hand took over from mine and I grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed until I was buried to the hilt, my balls snug against her wet pussy as her fingers continued to play with her clit.

"Does that feel OK?"

"Mmmm, oh baby," she moaned. "Just wait a second so I get used to having you in there, and then I want you to buttfuck me hard. OK, baby?"

"OK." As if I was in any position to disagree. I slowly started to slide my cock out of its tight sheath, just an inch or so, then pushing it slowly back in. After a few times I started pulling it out a little further, a little faster, until within a minute I was pumping my cock in and out of her asshole with a steady rhythm. Miriam continued to play with her clit at first, then she leaned forward on her elbows and drove back against me.

"Yeah, fuck me," she growled. "Fuck me, you fucker. Fuck my ass hard."

I pounded her ass, my balls slapping against her pussy. Every few strokes I would pull out of her completely, giving my slick cock a quick stroke before pushing the swollen, purple head back into her gaping asshole and driving it home. 

After about 10 minutes of steady fucking, I could feel my cum boiling in my balls and getting ready to blow. At the same time, Miriam's moans were getting louder and her hands had both returned to her pussy, working her clit with one while the other rubbed my ballsack. That was all I needed and just as she was starting to wail into her orgasm, her asshole tightening around my cock like a vise, I let go and with a shout I came deep in her asshole, my hot cum coating her ass as I continued to fuck in and out of her with short strokes until the tip of my cock got too sensitive. I collapsed on top of her and she turned her face toward me and we kissed deeply, my softening cock still buried inside her. I slowly pulled it out and rolled over onto my back. Miriam lay her head on my shoulder and lazily ran her hand down my stomach to my cock, which she gently stroked as she hummed contendly.

"So, Mr. Hunter," she said, smiling up at me, "I hope you hadn't been counting on making it back for last call."



A Friend in Need Ch. 02



Synopsis: My best friend Carolyn lives next door in our apartment building. We are both unemployed and unsuccessfully looking for a job. In the meantime we spend days together. Our husbands are employed, thankfully. One day while surfing the web we looked at a porn site, and Carilyn ordered a DVD with a lot of anal sex. She became obsessed with it, and asked me if my husband Dave would satisfy her curiosity. Her husband Rick was too unimaginative, and she would not even ask him. I watched while they did it, and my previous disgust turned to desire.

Carolyn and I remain the best of friends, in spite of the fact that she used my husband Dave as a human dildo. She needed to satisfy her intense desire to be anally fucked, and I agreed to let her "use" Dave. Of course, he was more than willing.

I became intrigued by the idea of taking it up my ass when I watched their encounter. Prior to that I would have said "No way!"

I asked Dave to do me the same way he had Carolyn, and he was ready to go that night. Problem was, I couldn't do it. When he started to push his big hard cock up in me, I had to beg him to stop. I guess my little butt-hole was just not up to it.

It amazed me that Carolyn had taken it all, and loved it. She got us to agree to set up another sick day for Dave, and repeat the event. Dave thought he should wait for a few weeks before calling in again.

We didn't see each other on Tuesday after the session with Dave on Monday. But on Wednesday Carolyn knocked on my door in a state of excitement.

"Guess what! Rick has to attend an all-day meeting on this coming Saturday! We don't have to wait for Dave to call in sick again!"

It was beginning to annoy me that she was so hot for my husband. I asked her "Why don't you just ask Rick to give it to you in the ass? I think the vast majority of men would be very happy to oblige!"

She repeated her explanation that he was not receptive to anything but straight, missionary position sex, followed by snoring. I still had my doubts, and I began to formulate a plan. I would have a talk with Rick to see if I could explain what he was missing.

That night I told Dave that we had an opportunity this Saturday, and he almost did back-flips. I asked him if he wanted to try it with me again, and his enthusiasm for Carolyn's ass transferred to mine.

This time he got it about halfway up my ass before I had to ask him to stop. He was very disappointed, and I told him I was sorry, but it was too uncomfortable. He went to the bathroom and washed his cock, and I gave him an extra-good blowjob to make up for it. 

He was really turned on by getting it part of the way up my ass, and when he came I had to swallow fast. Every time I swallowed, he filled my mouth up again. I couldn't get it down fast enough, and some of it ran out of the corners of my mouth and dribbled off of my chin, onto the floor.

Saturday morning, right on time at 9:00, Carolyn knocked on our door. She was wearing the same warmup outfit, with nothing underneath. I don't know who was more anxious to get started, her or Dave.

Their clothes flew off, and she was on the bed on her knees. Dave was about to shove his cock in her, when I said "Wait a minute!" I put some of the KY lube on my middle finger, and pushed it up her asshole.

She looked back at me with a surprised expression, because we have never done anything sexual with each other. I surprised myself, because I was aroused by the experience of finger-fucking her asshole. I was becoming more than just an observer.

I said, "OK, she is ready." Dave moved up behind her, and this time his cock slid right up her ass.

I sat in a chair a few feet from the foot of the bed, and watched Dave's cock slide in and out of her. He kept up a steady rhythm, and the only sounds were the squeaking of the bed and their breathing. He shoved it in all the way up to his balls, which still amazed me, and shot his load.

Carolyn repeated "Yes!" over and over as he emptied himself into her stomach. They cuddled up to rest and were soon taking a nap together. I went out on our balcony to think.

Two things became clear; I wanted to have the experience myself, and I want Carolyn to have it with her husband, not mine. I had to have my talk with Rick.

The next day, I came up with a plan. I knew that on Sunday afternoon Carolyn went to the gym for an extended workout. On this particular Sunday Dave went to a baseball game with his buddies. They would have a beer drinking session after the game. At about 1:00PM I went next door and knocked.

Rick answered, a little surprised to see me, but he invited me in. After some small talk, I said, "I have something to discuss with you. It is very personal, but important."

"Carolyn has become obsessed with anal sex. I don't mean to shock you, but it's true. She bought a DVD a month ago, and she watched it again and again. I thought she was over the edge."

"She told me in confidence that she didn't want to discuss it with you, because she was sure you would not be interested, and in fact you would be aghast."

Rick was deep in thought. He said, "Anal sex? I had no idea she wanted that. I have seen anal sex in porn videos, and it looks pretty hot, so I understand her feeling that way when she sees it in a DVD. But wouldn't it be uncomfortable, at best?"

I replied too quickly, I should have chosen my words more carefully. I said, "It would only be uncomfortable if your penis was the size of those porn stars. Carolyn said that yours -" I told myself to shut up!

Now I have really embarrassed him. It is not his fault if he is not hung like a horse. I am so stupid sometimes.

Rick's face turned red. He said, "I don't think I have anything to be ashamed of. Sue, I don't know why she would think that I would not be willing. I am up for almost anything."

I began to get annoyed with Carolyn. Why did she say that Rick was a boring prude who would not be receptive to anything except missionary position sex followed by snoring? It was clear that she concocted the story because she wanted me to allow her to do it with Dave.

I decided not to get mad, but to get even. I said "Rick, I think we need some training sessions for you. We need to be sure that your technique is correct when you give it to Carolyn."

It was pretty outrageous for me to just come out and say that, but I was full of righteous indignation about Carolyn's devious scheme.

I said, "I have some experience in this. I can help you understand how it is done so it is erotic and satisfying for both people." What a liar I can be. I have failed with my own husband twice now. 

He replied "You and me? Right now? I mean, we are friends, we know each other pretty well, but to just have sex? Just like that?""

I said, "This is not a romantic tryst. There is no need for that. We can just enjoy each other, no strings attached." Rick replied "OK. We will just consider it a practice session. You can teach me how to give it to Carolyn."

He didn't need much convincing. Typical man. Ready and willing to fuck his neighbor, who had never given him more than a friendly hug. But what about me? I was the one who was suggesting it! Watching someone else get fucked in the ass had changed my attitude a lot!

We went to their bedroom, and Rick went into the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline. Kind of old fashioned, but it would have to do. We stripped off our clothes, and I immediately noticed Rick's very nice cock.

I have never actually measured a man's penis. I think that is a very crude thing to do. But if I had to guess, Rick was sporting at least eight inches of very erect cock.

Another manipulation from Carolyn! She implied that he was under equipped to help sell me on the idea of her getting fucked by my husband! Now I was really ready to get even!

I got into a face down position, and Rick pushed his Vaseline coated middle finger up my ass. He finger fucked me for a while, to get the lube up in me. It was not uncomfortable, it felt nice. But suddenly I felt a flood of embarrassment and modesty come over me. 

It wasn't being naked that bothered me, I am slender and in good shape, and I am not ashamed of my body. I was lying there with my legs spread wide open, and I was spreading my butt with both hands. My asshole must have looked like a sightless eye staring at him.

Your asshole is even more private than your vagina, and here I was spread open in plain view. I wished that it was a dark room, but it wasn't. I was fully exposed to a man that I knew as a friend and neighbor, but who hadn't even seen me in a swimsuit.

Slowly, my shame became fuel for the fire, as I got more and more aroused. As he moved into position over me, I visualized his stiff cock swaying back and forth, approaching my eager asshole.

I knew what I looked like to Rick, because I had watched Carolyn in this same position, spreading her ass. I was sure his eyes were fixed on my asshole, as he lined up on it. I was trembling with anticipation, waiting for his cock to go in me. I didn't wait long.

He put the tip against my asshole, and I said, "Wait, let me do it. This is a training session, remember?" I took his cock in my hand, and slowly began to push it up my ass. I don't know if it was the Vaseline, or my determination to do it, but it slid in easily.

When I had several inches in me, I said, "Rick, you cock is so long, its -" and I stopped myself. I almost said it was longer than my husbands. I didn't want to start that kind of competition. Instead, I said, "I don't know if I can take it all."

He told me to just relax and let it slide in. Now I wondered if this was really his first anal experience. He moved my hand aside, and took over. Each time he pushed, it went in a fraction of an inch deeper. He waited for me to accept it, and then pushed again.

When his balls touched me, I knew it was all the way in. He started to rock me gently, and slide it in and out. I held still with my eyes closed, and the only sound was the squeaking of the bed and our breathing. 

He fucked me with a steady, rhythmic motion, almost like there was a metronome keeping time for him. He had both of his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place, while he pushed his cock all the way up in me.

He held my shoulders tightly, as he pushed it into me. He was holding me, controlling me, dominating me. I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to, which I didn't. I just surrendered to him, and each time he pushed in, he slapped up against my hands holding my butt apart.

His pubic bone pressed hard against my tailbone with each thrust in. I was pinned down like a wrestler, and he held me in place by my shoulders. Each time he bumped up against me, it forced me to exhale with a little grunt. So added to the squeaking of the bed we heard me going "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

I was limp and completely submissive, and my vagina was wide open and wet. So much of my love juice flowed out of me that my pubic hair was soaking wet, and a wet spot was growing on the bed beneath me.

With my legs spread apart, and my butt held open, his cock went in all the way with each push. I was pleased that I took it all with no complaint. I wanted it to last all day, but it didn't. I felt him tense up, and his breathing changed.

He practically slammed it into me and pumped a huge load of cum into me. I was in a state I can only describe as reverie. We both held still for a while, and then he pulled his cock out of me.

I said, "Rick, when did you and Carolyn have sex last?" He just shook his head. "You shot some much cum into me, I thought I would be able to taste it!" He got a chuckle out of my perverted sense of humor.

In spite of the fact that we agreed that this was only sex, we held each other tenderly, and we did exchange some kisses and affectionate touches.

When we finally got up and got dressed, I told Rick "Make sure you fuck Carolyn just like that. The next time you are going to have sex, roll her over and surprise her. She will love it!"

"You certainly didn't need any instructions from me. You fucked me like an expert."

I went back to my apartment and went to bed, emotionally drained. I fell asleep, and Dave startled me when he came in. No surprise, he wanted to have sex. He had a beer-fueled hard on. I said "Let's try it in my ass again." No argument from him.

I hope he didn't wonder why his cock went all the way in me so easily. He didn't say anything, he just fucked me nicely. To prove he is a nice guy, then he went down on me and made me come like an express train.

So now Dave and Carolyn have had sex, but Rick doesn't know it. Rick and I have had sex, but Dave and Carolyn don't know it. I am the only one who knows everything. It is difficult to keep all of my stories straight.

I forced Carolyn to maintain her lies. She came over the next week with a big smile. She said Rick had finally had anal sex with her. I said "That's nice. But I suppose it was not as satisfying as your times with Dave, because of Rick's small penis." She stumbled and stammered with a red face and said, "Yes, that's true". Liar!

My plan was one and done, but I keep thinking about Rick. Having sex with a different guy, with different technique, was very exciting. I have never been held down and made to feel submissive like that. He wasn't rough about it, just dominant. It was the most intense, intimate, and erotic sex I have ever had.

My sex life with husband Dave is fine. Now with anal we have a third option in our relationship. But I think I will try to set up another Sunday afternoon with Rick. Carolyn will be at the gym, and I can always get Dave out doing something. I think Carolyn owes me one more to make us even.