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Best Friends Ch. 01

By: Sexy_Mike



This story is about how my best friend became my lover.

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Well, My story begins a few years ago, back in college. It was second period, and I had noticed my friend Erin looked depressed. Now, that's not something normal. Usually shes' full of life, energetic, fun, and happy. 

At the end of the day I went over to the tree she was sitting under and when she saw me, she gave a hopeless smile and beckoned me to sit down. I sat down and placed my arm around her sholder. For a long time we both stayed silent. Then I finially said: "Erin, you look a bit down today.. Is everything OK?" 

She looked up at me and started to cry. I hugged her tight and gently said: "Easy, easy, it'll be OK." 

Once she calmed down, she started to talk. 

"You're right. I am." She said, in a very depressing voice. 

"Well then, tell me what happen." I requested. Her and I shared everything. 

"It's Jack. He's been cheating on me and I just found out last night." She said, in a very un-easy voice. Now I was pissed off. I knew that scum would go and do something like this. I never liked the guy, he was a prick. 

"I saw another woman sucking him off," She continued. 

I gently ran my fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. 

"Well forget about him, he was just a prick anyway. You can get someone way better than him." 

She looked up and me again and smiled another hopeless smile. 

Now, Erin was 5'6, slim, but fit body, emerald eyes that sparkled, long brown-gold hair only that of a goddess could have, and a very kind and gentle personality. She was the perfect girl. No one deserved her. But she deserved the best. 

"C'mon, I'll walk you home." I said, even though Her and I always walked home. We lived with eachother in a small apartment, and we split any cost or bill. It's alot better that way, ever since her dad and mom died. She needed someone to be there for her, and, well, I was her best friend. I knew from the first day I met her that I'd always be there for her, and the other way around. 

She and I got up and slowly walked home, looking around for things to laugh at. I had to get her to forget about Jack. 

When we got home, I un-locked the door and headed for the kitchen, since it was my turn to cook. But she ran ahead of me and said: "Oh no, not today. Today, I cook." 

We were both good cooks, but she was certainly the better. I nodded my head and went to the living room and sat down on the love seat. 

Around thirty minutes later, she came in with two plates of her best work. After we finished eating, I got up and did the dishes, then sat back down. Nothing good was on, so I just flipped to the news in hope of something interesting. Erin snuggled close to me and rested her head on my sholder, and I placed my arm around her's and gently rubbed. She needed physical contact. She always did. 

Only around five minutes later did I notice her hand on my thigh. Now, that was normal, I thought. But another two minutes and it was even higher. 'What's going on?' I thought to myself. After I bit I noticed I had a hard-on. That was also normal. I always had one around her. Who didn't?

She soon was asleep on my sholder. I decided it would be best to let her sleep like that, with her having a rough week and all. 

I woke up with a letter on my lap, it said: Thanks for helping me out last night, You really are a great friend to me, I went to the store, be back soon. 

- Love, Erin. 

I sighed. She always was awake before me. I got up and took a nice, long, cold shower. Around ten minutes into it I heard the door open and shut. 'She must be home.' I thought to myself. I was wrong.

"Erin! Get your skank ass out here! Now!" I heard someone yell. It was Jack. I could tell by his cocky voice. 

I simply turned off the water, dried off, and got dressed to meet him. When I was getting dressed, I heard the door open and shut again. 'He must have left.' But then, I heard Erin. 

"Get off of me you asshole!" She yelled at him like she was going to kill him. I came out and both Jack and Erin were looking at me. I was in my black jeans, no shirt, and no shoes. Erin, dispite what was going on, started googling me. We took turns doing that. 

I walked up to Jack and grabbed his throat. He wasn't as strong as he thought he was. He started gasping for air. 

"Erin, open the door." I said to her, not looking away from Jack. She opened the door and I threw Jack out and said: "If you Ever, ever, ever come into this house again, or even within fifty feet of Erin, then I will personally kill you with my bare hands." And I meant it. He ran as fast as he could. 

"Thanks Mike.. If it weren't for you.. He would have probably raped me.." She said, scared half to death. 

"Don't worry, he won't hurt you ever again." I said in a reassuring voice. 

She looked up at me. "Michael.. You don't understand how much it would hurt me.. I'm still a virgin.." That gave me a little shock. But I sat down on the couch next to her and said: "I'll protect you. I always will." She had tears in her eyes now, happy ones. She hugged me as tight as she could and gently kissed me on the lips. It was more than a kiss you give to your friends. Much more. She blushed and hugged me again. 

After a few minutes, she got up and got the stuff from the store. When she headed for the kitchen, I remembered something.

It didn't happen too long ago. I had just gotten out of the shower, and I thought no one was home. So I was going to walk to my room nude. But just then, Erin came out of her room in the nude. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She blushed and said: "Wow.. It's so big.." She was looking at my cock for a bit longer, and then ran back into her room. We never talked about it, though. 

After she was done putting away the dishes, I got up and hugged her again to make sure she felt comfort. Erin and I have a very physical relationship. 

Nothing very interesting happen the rest of that day. 

When I woke up, I heard a moaning sound. It was right in front of me. Then I noticed. Her and I were practically spooning. She was rubbing her ass against my morning hard-on. She wasn't awake, though. She must have come in last night when I was asleep and fell asleep like this. 

I gently crawled out of my bed and headed for the bathroom. To take a shower and relieve myself of this thing. Once I was done, I came out and she was on the love seat, watching the morning news. 

I walked into the kitchen and started cooking some eggs. Once they were done I toasted some bread and went into the living room, handed her a plate, sat down, and started eating.

While I was watching the news, I looked over at Erin, who didn't notice me looking at her, and I looked at her cotton-white panties. Her and I didn't seem to mind the other being in underwear. When I looked at them, I saw something. A wet spot.

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Chapter two is comming soon.

Best Friends Ch. 01



Bryan watched as Jaelyn dunked, dipped and swirled another steaming fry into the mass of ketchup on her plate and unceremoniously popped it into her awaiting mouth. 

"And another thing," she managed, before licking her lips and swallowing the remaining bite. "I can't believe he had the nerve to ask me if we were still on for tonight after I caught him with that – that tramp!" 

"That's a frat boy for ya," Bryan responded noncommittally. Frankly Bryan was tired of hearing about the dude. He was just happy that Keith was dumb enough to get caught dipping his fingers in someone else's honey before Jaelyn could get hurt further. He watched Jaelyn's angry expression transform before his eyes.

"Oh Bryan I am so sorry, I'm sitting here yapping on about my problems, feeding my face and carrying on – I woke you up in the middle of the night – just go ahead and tell me I'm a horrible best friend." She was obviously hurt and guilt-ridden and damned if she hadn't read him like a fucking book again! He took a sip of his soda before replying. His throat had gotten dry for some reason.

"Sweetheart, if I didn't want to get up and be here for you tonight I wouldn't have. Keith is, and always has been an ass, and I'm just glad you two didn't go through with your little deal before you realized that." He hadn't quite meant it to come out that way and even to his own cynical ears it sounded harsh, but trying to fix it would just make it worse. He was pissed that she'd told Keith that she would sleep with him in the first place but he knew he didn't have the right to comment about it. He had to do something to remove the hurt from her eyes though. It was one thing if that asshole Keith caused it – even if he did want to beat his ass for it – but it was a whole other thing when he was the one to cause it. 

"I said tell me I'm a horrible friend, I didn't mention anything about saying 'I told you so'," she pouted. That was it. 

"Come on," he ordered, standing up and throwing a few bills on the table. When she hesitated, he walked over to her and grabbed her waist, tugging her up and towards him. He attempted to ignore the heat that flowed from that simple contact right down to his dick. What was wrong with him? He'd have to remember to keep the late night meetings with Jae to a minimum if he was going to keep her in the friend zone. It didn't help matters any when he heard her say:

"Ooh, I like it when you get aggressive Bryan," in a teasing but sexy tone. This new flirting phenomenon was difficult to deal with too. She was going to drive him crazy! If he didn't do so himself, he thought as he brushed imaginary dirt off the back of her ample ass with his hands and watched it jiggle in the sexy little number she was wearing. 

"You're still in your party clothes and the party ain't over," he said nonchalantly, completely belying the fact that his favorite body part was about to wake up. From this angle he could look down and see her perky little 34C tits popping out of the v of her dress – yea she'd definitely had plans he didn't want to know about for tonight and he was only so happy that they were utterly ruined. 

    *****

Jaelyn didn't know what to say. She'd nearly forgotten what she'd been upset about just a few moments ago after feeling Bryan's hands brush casually across her derriere. Now he was looking down at her with a gaze she could only describe as "hot", his bright blue eyes a shade darker than they had been before. But that could be the shadows playing tricks on her, she reasoned. So she said nothing, simply followed him out the door waving goodbye to the only waitress left in the café. 

She couldn't get over this change in him. Just last summer he'd been her tall, lanky, pale best friend that was just one step shy of having the fashion style of an emo. Yea, he was cute then, but seventeen letters and hundreds of telephone calls and emails over the break couldn't have prepared her for the Greek god that had come back in the fall. And the fact that he seemed blissfully unaware of this transformation just made it sexier. She pushed "sex" out of her mind while she stared at his back as they walked back to his car. It was clad in a dark navy t-shirt that gently hugged his body and barely outlined the muscles in his back, muscles that she would just love to massage...oops. She moved her gaze down to his butt that, surprisingly, filled his deep denim jeans quite nicely – even his butt looked firm and muscular...goodness, she'd done it again, the only thing safe to look at was his feet. Clad in some tan, suede boots, his large feet no longer looked awkward on his body; they looked perfect, and knowing exactly what they said about big feet, Jaelyn had to chastise herself again. She had just moved her gaze back up to his butt when he turned around and caught her staring.

"You looking at my ass Jae?" He asked in a false, accusing tone. "What am I going to do with you girl?" he asked, a mixture of laughter and playful teasing in his voice. Once again he grabbed her by the waist; this time gently pushing her in front of him in what she initially thought was a gentlemanly gesture. That is, until she heard him say, "My turn," in a mischievous drawl. Her stomach fluttered and she swore she felt his hot gaze on her behind as she continued to walk in the direction of his car. She knew exactly how her butt looked wrapped in the shimmering hot pink fabric of her dress but it didn't alleviate how self-conscious she felt. She wanted to take her hands and cover up his chosen target but she knew her tiny hands would do little to hide that part of her anatomy. It was part relief, part torture when they finally approached his jet black '98 mustang cobra - another part of his transformation - and he brushed sensuously past her to open the door for her. 

"Thank you" she squeaked as she slipped in on the passenger's side. This was going to be a long night.

    *****

Jaelyn could hardly believe how much fun she was having after finding her boyfriend fondling some chick in a dark corner at the club on their three month anniversary. She sipped on the strawberry margarita that an older man had bought her, taking a break from all of the dancing she'd been doing. She felt Bryan slip onto the stool to her right, and couldn't believe she was so aware of him. 

"Hey, you're not over twenty-one yet," he whispered in her ear, his warm lips slightly grazing the sensitive tip, causing her to shiver. 

"I will be in a couple of months and if you don't snitch on me, nobody has to know. And besides, you're perfectly legal, why weren't you the one to buy me a drink?" she countered, then slowly licked the strawberry flavor from her upper lip. She didn't know what possessed her to tease her best friend, but she knew she liked how his eyes darkened as he followed the path of her tongue. What was she doing? She cleared her throat and looked away from him, scanning the crowd for her next partner. 

"I don't cater to minors," he finally replied, followed by "you wanna dance?" as if he had been reading her mind. 

"Sure," she replied, hating that she was nervous. They'd both danced all night, just not together and considering the sexual fizz that surrounded them tonight, she didn't know if it would be a good idea to do so. 

"Bring your glass, you wouldn't want that old fart that bought it for you to get any ideas," he said loudly.

"Shhh!" Jaelyn glanced around to see if the man was in hearing distance but she couldn't see him anywhere. She looked at the remainder of her margarita and made the quick decision to down it, unwilling to spill it on the dance floor, or on her self. "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked as she followed him to the dance floor. 

"You, sweetheart, are going to dance with me," he replied smiling, and she couldn't help but stare at his adorable dimples that had made the transformation from cute to sexy along with the rest of Bryan Eric Kennedy. 

    *****

Brian's favorite body part had officially awoken. It had stirred all night from the moment he had feasted his eyes on her sexy ass in the parking lot, with her knowing full well what he was doing. It certainly hadn't stopped stirring as he'd watched her moving her body on the dance floor throughout the night. And now that she was grinding up against him like she was, his dick was definitely at full attention. 

They'd started off dancing face to face and then she'd turned around and backed up against him. He just knew a few seconds after that when she felt him harden against her ass that she would move away, but she didn't she just got even closer, turning him on even more. He really shouldn't be doing this with her. She was seriously his best friend. He didn't want to do anything that would mess that up, but her ass felt so good grinding up against his cock that he just couldn't bring himself to adjust her position. 

He could smell the fruity scent of her shampoo floating from her soft, dark curls. He'd been shocked at first when he saw that she'd gotten it cut just above her ears, but it made her look more mature and tonight it was sexy as hell. He tightened his hold on her hips. She placed her hands on top of his and when he glanced down at her toned, glistening arms he swore he got even harder.

"Last one for the night!" he heard the DJ call and took a relieved yet regretful breath as the slow jam melted into the atmosphere. He tugged on Jaelyn's hips to get her to turn around and face him and realized that he had taken that breath too soon. Way too soon. She placed her arms around his neck and he stared down into her pretty face. He saw a few drops of sweat on her petite nose and right above her full upper lip, but it was what he saw in those round chocolate eyes beneath those thick dark lashes that made his breath catch. She was every bit as turned on as he was. 

His hands remained on her hips as they swayed to the music and he couldn't resist glancing at her plump bottom lip and imagining it being held gently between his teeth, being traced with his wet tongue. His hungry gaze dropped lower until it lit upon the toffee colored mounds of flesh that peeked up at him from the neckline of her dress. He stared, unashamed, for a few seconds and licked his lips before tearing his gaze away from her breasts and looking back into her eyes. They were even hotter now than before as she gazed up at him, almost defiantly. 

"You look gorgeous tonight, Jaelyn," he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue on the hoop in her ear lobe and then touching his tongue to the tiny stud just above it, making contact with her skin. 

"Mmnh..." she murmered, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself, Bryan," Her smile wavered, her voice was husky, and it took everything he had not to tug her even closer and grind his hips and dick against her body. He bet Keith wanted to kick his own ass right now after fucking it up with Jaelyn tonight. He chuckled at the thought.

"What's funny?" she asked.

"I was just picturing Keith trying to kick his own ass," he replied honestly. Her gaze flickered a bit at hearing Keith's name but the she laughed as well. The sensual spell faltered and it was just him and Jae being best friends again, which gave him the clarity he needed to back away from her. 

"Hey let's go ahead and get out of here before the stampede breaks out and I get blocked in the parking lot for the rest of the night," he suggested and watched as she nodded her head in agreement. 

When they were in the car Jaelyn cleared her throat and spoke.

"Bryan," she started. He feared and expected that she would say something about not ruining their friendship by doing anything sexual but his jaw nearly dropped when she simply asked if she could crash at his place.

"I really don't feel like explaining the situation with Keith to the girls tonight, it makes me sick just thinking about it," she finished warily. By "the girls" she meant her sorority sisters/ roommates and he understood why she didn't want to face the catty females tonight. 

"Yea, sure. No problem Jae," he answered, a bit uncomfortable about how vulnerable she'd seemed just then. He'd wanted to pull her over to him and kiss her until she smiled again, though he didn't know if smiling would be her reaction to him kissing her. He really had to get these thoughts out of his head, especially if he was going to have to spend the night with her. 

    *****

It was nearly 3 AM when they entered his tiny studio apartment, he flipped on the lights and placed his keys on the kitchen counter and then turned to let the bed out of the couch. 

"If you like, you can go ahead and jump in the shower while I set this up," he said quietly "just don't take all the hot water," he winked at her knowing full well that the last thing he was going to need was a hot shower if he was going to get through this night. 

"Thanks Bryan. Do you have a washcloth and a tee shirt – a big one?" she asked shyly. 

"Washcloth no, I use my hands but there's a fresh bar of soap underneath the cabinet in the bathroom, tee shirt, yes, let me go get one for you, I'll get you a towel too and sorry I don't have an extra tooth brush, I'm committing a dental sin by using mine even though it's been nearly a year, but you're welcome to use it too if you're desperate. Oh, and there is mouth wash in the medicine cabinet," he replied, enjoying her laughter and turning to retrieve what she needed. He handed the towel and tee shirt to her and watched as she headed to the bathroom. Why did she have to be so damn sexy?

    *****

I use my hands he'd said. Jaelyn shivered at the thought as the warm water ran down her tired body. She glanced at the soap. It looked clean enough. In fact his whole place was clean, which surprised her, most guys she knew kept a bachelor's pad/man cave thing going on in their spaces that usually meant everything thrown everywhere with not a care in the world. The thought of using the bar of Irish Spring soap that he obviously used played with her mind. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her hands with it. It smelled delicious and reminded her so much of Bryan that her stomach fluttered with recognition. She placed the bar down and massaged her face and neck with her lathered hands and then reached to lather some more. 

After washing her arms she concentrated fully on her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples and squeezing her breasts together inspiring a delightful sensation to curl up deep inside her pussy. She picked up the bar of soap and rubbed it directly against her taught nipples and then lower across her stomach and down her thigh to her feet and then up again, doing the same to the other leg. She lathered her hands once again and ran them across her butt and massaged her cheeks thoroughly. She then transferred the lather to her pussy where she played lavishly with her throbbing clit. She might as well relieve herself now before she did something she might regret with Bryan later, she thought as she rinsed her soapy fingers off and dipped one into her wet pussy. 

    *****

While Jaelyn was in the shower Bryan laid back onto the made bed and reached into his pants to stroke his hard cock. When he heard the water turn off he removed his hand and tried not to look too eagerly at the bathroom door. His heart skipped when she walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in the oversized towel.

"Sorry, I don't like putting on clothes when my skin is still damp," she said sheepishly.

"It's alright, I'll just go ahead and jump in the shower while you dry off and change," he offered. What was she trying to do to him?

The cold water hit Bryan full force but it didn't do a thing for his hot, throbbing cock. He stroked it hard and fast as he thought about Jaelyn dropping the towel and drying all of the intimate areas of her body in the open space of his apartment. Damn she looked good with her hair and shoulders all wet and dripping, he wanted to lick each drop of water from her toffee colored skin. This was going to be a long night. 

Eight minutes later he came onto the tiles of his shower and rinsed himself off for the last time before turning off the water. When he came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, he could feel her gaze on him. He walked to the bed and casually lay down beside her. The smell of his soap on her skin was more intoxicating than anything a perfume company could concoct. 

"Did you have fun tonight?" he asked.

"Yea, I had so much fun, thank you for busting up my pity party Bryan, you're such a great friend," he thought he heard her emphasize the word "friend" but that could have been his imagination.

"Well I'm glad you had fun, you have a good night sweetheart," he said brushing his lips against her forehead. 

"You too Brian," and at that she curled up and went to sleep. Though Brian had a bit more of a difficult time getting to sleep, he managed and was soon caught into its lure. 

He woke up a little later with his arms around Jae's waist and his dick hard and throbbing against her ass. He tried to pull away but she scooted back up against him, he looked at her face and saw that she was indeed asleep so he settled down to try to get some rest too, trying to ignore his erection. It worked, for a while. 

    *****

Jaelyn woke up at around five to the feel of Brian growing hard against her, the feeling caused her stomach to flutter and she stilled for several seconds. Listening to his shallow, even breathing, she realized that he was still asleep. Tentatively she pressed against his erection, and then ground against it. Rolling her hips deliciously she enjoyed every inch of Brian that pressed hard against her behind. Suddenly she felt his hand grip her hip and she stopped.

"You're playing with a grown man Jaelyn, not a boy, and if you don't stop that right now I'm going to have to do something about this hard-on you've giving me," he warned in a gruff husky voice, his words causing a delicious shudder to run through her body and settle in her pussy. She waited for a few seconds and took a deep breath. Before she could say anything he moaned and brushed his lips to the back of her neck, and began kissing and licking it, tightening his grip on her hip and pulling her closer. He pressed his erection harder against her behind.

"You like what you feel Jae?" he asked in a sexy whisper. She could only moan and nod her head.

"Huh?" he asked, wanting her to say the words out loud.

"Yes, I - I like what I feel Bryan," she said softly before moaning as she felt his dick thicken through the light fabric of the shorts he wore and the tee shirt she wore. She hadn't put her thongs back on when she'd changed thinking they'd be uncomfortable to sleep in, and wore nothing beneath his tee shirt. She wondered what he'd do when he found out. If he found out, she corrected, wondering if she'd have the willpower to stop him from going further. He felt so good against her she was having trouble breathing. 

He scooted away from her and she was afraid he was going to stop, but he pulled her hips around so that she was lying on her back as he leaned over her and continued kissing her pulsing throat. He brushed his tongue up the side of her jaw and she smelled the lingering mint of his toothpaste. He then kissed her forehead and her nose before dropping his mouth to hers. His lips were so soft and gentle against hers and she felt her nipples harden and brush against his chest, inspiring him to lean closer into her and grind his cock against her throbbing pussy. She opened her mouth to gasp and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her, then licking on her tongue before drawing it out and sucking gently on the tip. When his hot mouth covered hers once again she moaned into his throat causing him to grind deeper, nearly raising the hem of the shirt she wore and exposing her pussy. 




Best Friends Ch. 01



"I've wanted to do this all night. Do you want me to stop?" He asked quietly, already drawing away. She knew she should let him get up; she knew she should tell him she'd like him to stop but she also knew she'd be lying through her trembling teeth.

"No Bryan, don't stop," was all she managed before he kissed her again roughly and hotly, using his tongue to explore every crevice of her wet and moaning mouth. When he reached down to slide his hand underneath her shirt she knew she was in trouble but he barely grazed her hips as he reached to fondle her sensitive breasts. He grazed and rubbed her nipples over and over again before he wanted more and decided to raise her shirt up so that he could have full access. When he discovered that she wore nothing under the shirt he hissed.

"Aww fuck Jae, what are you trying to do to me?" She lost all ability to respond when he spread her thighs and dipped his head down to lick and suck on her aching pussy. "You taste so good" he whispered against her clit before he gently sucked it between his teeth and slipped his middle finger into her wet hole. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight!" he moaned as he slid his finger in an out of her pussy and continued to swirl his wet, hot tongue around her clit. Jae arched her back and thrashed around on the bed, forcing Bryan to press her hips to the bed with his hands as he enjoyed complete access to her soaking pussy.

"Mmmnnhh! Bryan, ahhhh don't stop baby! Yeah, right there...unhh...right there!" Bryan removed his dancing finger and replaced it with his tongue. He swirled his tongue inside her pussy several times before she shouted,

"Bryan...I'm – I'm coming! Oooh! Mmmnnnh! AAaahhhh!!" She knew that she'd just gushed all over Bryan's tongue but she was too sated to feel embarrassed. She figured he'd move away from her pussy but a flame lit in her when she felt him lapping up the mess she'd just made. Shudders shook through her body and her nipples hardened to the nth degree as she ground her pussy on his attentive tongue. 

   *****

Brian's dick was so hard it hurt. Hearing Jae moan and scream like that put a fire in his blood and he wanted to do everything imaginable to her to keep her making noise. He ground his dick against the mattress for a little relief as he licked up the remainder of Jae's pussy juice. He had meant every word when he'd told her she tasted good. He'd had a few bad experiences over the summer and quite a few good ones but Jae's pussy was the best he'd ever tasted. He trailed his tongue over her hip and up her stomach until he reached her breasts. He gently tugged her chocolate nipple with his teeth and then swirled and flicked his tongue around it before sucking on it. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before Jae grabbed his face and lifted it up to hers so she could kiss him. That was so fucking sexy! He wanted to be inside of her so bad.

"Jae honey, do you want me inside of you?" He knew she was still a virgin thanks to Keith's weakness for other women and wasn't sure what she'd say – though he prepared himself to leave her alone if she wasn't ready. She paused and his heart sank.

"Bryan, do you really think we should do this? I mean, I want you so bad, but...I don't want to lose you as a friend..." She had tears in her eyes and he took a deep breath so he could talk instead of his dick, he didn't want to do anything that she might regret later.

"Jaelyn, you are one of my favorite people in this world. Having sex isn't going to change that. But I would never want to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, just tell me now and I'll stop." He said, holding his breath and holding back from touching her again until she made her decision.



Best Friends Ch. 01



Chapter One

We pulled into my dad's neighbourhood around six p.m. It was winter time, so it was miserably dark, cold, and particularly unwise to drive on the roads. It was my dad's birthday, however – December 17th – and I promised I would come to his house, snow or shine.

I must have been wearing a sour expression, for my mom said: "Come on, honey. How bad can this be?"

"You divorced him," I said. "How bad could the marriage have been?"

"Touché," she replied with a chuckle. "But you only have to see him once ever so often. And it's his birthday. I'd certainly be crushed if you didn't come to my birthday."

"But you shower once a day and believe beer isn't a staple drink," I said sarcastically. Part of me felt bad for being snarky to my mother, but I would have preferred going to the salt mines than going over to my dad's.

My dad was your typical lower-middle class slob. He worked as a pipe fitter for some local construction company, and when he wasn't working he was drinking beer and watching sports on television. I honestly wouldn't be so opposed to him if it weren't for his stupid attitude. He usually pretends not to know things or feigns forgetfulness sometimes, but I know he knows. Like, generally, when I go over to his duplex once a month for my obligatory visits, he would ask me how school was goin', to which I'd respond it was going well, to which, unfailingly, he would add: "What was it you were takin' again?" He pretends not to know so we have something to talk about.

I do love him. It's just harder to do so sometimes when he acts so much like a narrow-minded dumbass that I want to throttle his neck or swap the beer out of his hand. But the last time I talked to him he sounded so tragically crestfallen that I didn't plan on coming over to his house for his birthday, so I promised his lost puppy-dog voice that I would.

"It's only for the night," my mom said, running her hands over the sides of the steering wheel as if she were rubbing by arms to comfort me. "If things get too unbearable, I will come get you. I just won't be impressed by it."

"I'll try," I said. I kind of sounded like a stuck-up ungrateful brat, and I felt bad about it, but trying to be more respectful towards my dad was like asking me to qualify for the Olympics next month. I couldn't see him in a positive light, so I certainly couldn't be positive myself.

We turned the last corner and mom pulled the car over to the curb. "Here we are," she said with finality. I sighed.

"Remember, just call me—"

"Okay," I cut her off. I grabbed my overnight bag from under my seat and opened the door of the car. "You'll come get me tomorrow morning?"

"On the hour."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Take care, honey."

I stepped out and shut the door behind me. As I swung the bag over my shoulder, I looked at Dad's house with narrowed eyes. The lights were on in the living room, but all seemed dead quiet inside. Typical of him to be alone on his birthday. But I suddenly felt a stab of guilt pierce me as I realized again that my dad was just a lonely old man looking for someone to accept him. I sighed to myself a second time before I marched up the sidewalk to the front door.

Just as I tried the door handle, Mom drove away. It was locked, so I knocked on the door impatiently. I didn't hear any movement inside.

"Shit," I muttered, digging into my overnight bag for his house keys. I didn't have these until recently, when Mom made the argument that I'd get locked out of the house one night while he's gone somewhere, to which an explosive argument ensued until I affirmed that I wanted my own set of keys. My mom had to nag him to death, but I eventually got the keys and access to his pitiful little home.

It took me the better part of a minute to dig them out. I finally fished them out of my bag, and just before I stuck the key in the deadbolt, the door opened for me.

A string of curse words flared in my mind – good for nothing, lazy, dick-head, ass – until I saw a stranger standing behind the door.

My immediate conclusion was that I'd somehow climbed the steps to the wrong house. "Oh, sorry—" I started, stepping back to glance at the address.

"Hi, uh... Sarah?" he said.

I glanced back at him out of surprise that he knew my name. He was tall, maybe around six foot, and his head was shaved, save for a thin layer of black stubble across his scalp. He was wearing a plain wool sweater, simple blue jeans, and a large novelty belt buckle that read: "TEXAS WHISKEY". His skin was the colour of butterscotch, and his eyes were a deep shade of chocolate.

I hesitated for several seconds before I could muster any sort of reply. "Um... yeah."

"I'm Doug, your dad's friend," he said, switching his beer bottle to his left hand so he could shake with his right. I took it tentatively as he continued, "Your dad had an emergency, so he asked me to wait here for you."



Best Friends Ch. 01



Being best friends with the man of your dreams is never easy. I've had that privilege for the past eight years. We'd had a lot of rough patches, but Greg and I were always able to get our footing back and pick up where we left off, even though he'd always known that I liked him. 

One day we were hanging out at my apartment just watching some TV when he complained that his neck hurt. I'd offered several times before, but this time I demanded that he let me give him massage.

"Greg, just let me do it. It's not like I'm going to bite you."

"Well, you might," he replied.

"Shut up and sit on the floor," I said. And surprisingly, that's what he did. 

I've been told that I'm great at massages, and I'm sure that doing this meant more to me than it did to him. His skin radiates heat and the moment I touched him I could feel my senses working overtime. I slowly worked my fingers in circles around his shoulder blades and up onto his head. I could feel his muscles relax beneath my touch and then he sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

He pulled away from me and sat down on the couch.

"I just realized something."

"Okay..."

"I just realized that I've spent the past several years being afraid to love you back. I was so intimidated by your love that I refused to accept it. But, now I see how much of an ass I've been and I want to make that up to you."

Stunned. I was stunned. I had absolutely no idea what to say, and I soon began to feel tears coming from my eyes. Next thing I knew he was wiping them away with his thumbs.

"What I'm asking is if you'll be my girlfriend?"

I nodded yes, and that was when it happened.

He pulled me in for a kiss. Since I had been so hung up on him, I had never dated. And this was the greatest moment of my life (or at least that's what I thought). When his lips touched mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth I was overwhelmed. I began to explore his mouth and our hands found each other's bodies. Mine gripped his hair as his found the skin under my shirt. Greg slowly began to move from lips to my ear and that sent me to a different world. I couldn't stand it any more.

"Bedroom" I whispered in his ear.

Not wanting the moment to end he walked me backwards to the bedroom. Kissing every inch of bare skin he could find. My door was shut and he pushed me up against it hard. Meeting my lips and tongue again for a long deep kiss while we both fumbled for the doorknob. Eventually I got it and we flew through the door. As we worked our way to the bed, I turned him around. I moved my hands to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt just as we reached the bed. I gave him a good push and threw onto his back on the bed. I crawled on top of him and continued to remove his clothes. First I peeled his freshly unbuttoned shirt off and then I removed his white tee. I slowly kissed down his body until I got to his pants, which I unfastened smoothly and we both worked to get him out of those. 

His body was even better than I had imagined. He'd recently hit the gym again and his muscles were bulging in all the right places. I ran my hands all over his body as I slid up him. Finally, I found the bulge coming from his boxers and gave it a nice squeeze; I thought he was going to die because he wriggled so much.

"Oh I'm getting you for that one," he said as he grabbed me and flipped us, so he was on top. 

He began to gently kiss my forehead and then all over my face. Down my neck until he got to my shirt, which he pulled off ever so gently, along with my undershirt. I felt his hand go underneath me and within seconds my bra was on the floor. He proceeded to kiss along my collarbone, sending shivers all over my body, and when I felt his lips at the top of my breasts, I felt a tingle between my legs. He seemed to read this as a hand was instantly rubbing me from the outside of my jeans. As he stroked me, he continued to kiss my breasts finally sucking on each nipple and causing me to shudder so bad I thought I wasn't going to be able to function. He seemed to sense this and moved on. Slowly working his way down my stomach to my belly button and then finally to the top of my pants. He didn't waste any time removing them or my thong and was soon kissing me from my hips down. He worked his way back up to my breasts, this time sticking his fingers in my now exposed pussy. It was extremely wet and he was able to move his fingers around with ease. He made it back to my lips and I was finally able to move my hands. I caressed his back and felt him start to become more erect. I decided it was time and placed my hands under the elastic of his boxers as a hint.

He helped me remove them and than began to kiss my neck again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked gently.

Rather than answer him with a yes or no I nibbled on his ear. He let out a moan and we knew we were ready. He slowly moved himself into me and I let out a deep moan. Once he was in all the way he continued to kiss me all over as he slowly moved in and out, finding the perfect rhythm and matching my thrusts. My hands were on his shoulders and as he moved further into me, so did my nails into his back. When he began to nibble on my shoulder, I thought I was going to lose it until he pulled out for a second that so that we could make it last. 

He took this as a moment to begin kissing my breasts again and as he entered me again, I grabbed his butt so he could go deeper. This caused him to move his torso away from mine in order to create more force. He put one hand on each breast and continued to go further inside me. He started thrusting faster and deeper and continued to dig into his butt and push him in further. I began to moan constantly and I could feel myself tightening up. I finally orgasmed and I thought it would never end. He followed shortly behind me and pulled out.

We both amazed and stunned at what had just happened.



Best Friends Ch. 02



This is a sequel to "Best Friends" published earlier in the anal section. If you do not enjoy reading about a woman screwing a man in the ass, don't bother to read this story. To those that like this genre, I hope you enjoy. Your comments are welcome and appreciated, as are your top votes.

******

It's been six months since the first time my wife, Ellen, allowed her best friend, Sarah, to pummel my ass with a strap-on. During those months, I have had the pleasure of having Sarah repeating the act no less than a half dozen times. Each time was pretty much the same- I got tied up, spanked and screwed by both women. Ellen's rules that I could not touch Sarah and Sarah could not have access to my cock, remained intact and that was just fine with me. Given that, when Ellen told me Sarah was going to be joining us for dinner, and "dessert" last night, I prepared myself for the same.

Within a few minutes of getting home from work, Ellen gave me an enema, and as soon as the magic potion had performed its duty and I was cleaned out, Ellen shoved a rubber butt plug in me and sent me off to shower. My wonderful wife and I were able to share a glass of wine while we were waiting for Sarah to arrive and the plug to stretch my sphincter. The evening had all the appearance of a quiet, normal evening- until Sarah arrived.

Of course, the women had the evening all planned, and since I was just "an accessory", they saw little need to request my input. No, this was their evening, and I was expected to dutifully oblige any and all their demands. As soon as Sarah arrived, I assumed my role of slave and toy.

My first duties were to help Sarah remove her jacket and get her a glass of wine. The first indication that this evening was going to be different from our previous encounters was that the two women were both dressed in short sundresses, and it didn't take me long to realize that neither was wearing underwear, and Sarah was holding a video tape. Since I did not know what they had intended for the evening, my imagination took over, and being completely naked, my excitement became immediately evident.

As soon as both women were served wine, I was instructed to get on my knees at the end of the coffee table and lay my chest down on the top. Once I was "in position", the ropes came out. My thighs were tied to the legs of the table, a rope was wrapped around the table and over my back, and secured tight enough that I could not raise or turn my head. My arms were tied to the legs on the opposite end. The result was that I was completely immobilized, with my face pointing toward the television, my cock, and balls were exposed between the legs of the table, and my ass stuck up in the air, and completely available to their whims. When Ellen and I had purchased the table, this was not something we considered in making the decision, but it was the perfect height and length for me to be comfortable.

The women inspected their work. They stood over me in front of my face in such a way that with my peripheral vision I was able to look up their dresses at their naked, hairy crotches. It was a beautiful sight. Their final act was to stuff a pair of Ellen's dirty underwear in my mouth.

Ellen walked around behind me and removed the rubber butt plug she had inserted in me earlier, and replaced it with our large acrylic plug. This one was my favorite since the part stuck in me was fat, and long, and a good six inches of it remained outside, to be used as a handle for anyone that wanted to grab it, and play. I moaned through the gag, as the plug entered me, was withdrawn and inserted again.

It had been well choreographed, because throughout the entire procedure, they hadn't said a word to each other. Once they were confident that I was secured (not that I had any intention of escape), they left the room, and me to my thoughts.

There are a number of reasons why I enjoy being tied up, not the least of which is the complete loss of control. Most people that know me would consider me a control freak, and under most circumstances they would be correct. Perhaps that is the reason why, from time to time, I thoroughly enjoy giving up control to my beautiful wife in such a perverse way. Originally, Ellen reacted timidly to my requests to be rendered helpless, but as time has gone by, she has become bolder, and more creative.

After many long minutes (time stands still when your thoroughly bound), I heard Ellen and Sarah talking, and laughing as they re-entered the living room. Sarah squatted in from of me, allowing me a fantastic view up her skirt. Despite the fact we had played this game a number of times, this was the first time I had really ever seen her sex. While she had one of the furriest mounds I had ever seen, her pink, swollen vaginal lips and clitoris were plainly visible.

In her hands she was holding the videocassette and a very long, very thick, European cucumber.

She held the video's jacket in front of my face so that I could read it. The title was, "Two Bi-Guys and a Girl."

"We are going to watch this tape for a while. I hope you don't mind." Sarah said with a slight sadistic tone in her voice. "Then we are going to use this," she held up the cuke, "on you."

I can't say that I was really thrilled with the video selection. Granted I truly enjoyed getting a good ass fucking at the hands of a woman with a lifeless object, but the thought of watching two guys was not my idea of a good time. I was in little position to object and I could always close my eyes. This evening wasn't about what I wanted- it was about what the women wanted, and apparently they thought they would like watching two men getting it on as much as I enjoyed watching two women getting it on.

I do know, however, that my eyes grew wide when I had a close up view of that cucumber. It was at least eighteen inches long and two inches in diameter. It was bigger than anything I had ever had stuck up my ass. Just the thought of it made my cock grow harder and the precum was beginning to flow.

Ellen gave my cheeks a very hard slap, and since I couldn't see it coming, it startled me. "You're gooing all over the carpet!" She exclaimed just before spanking me three more times and placing a towel under my drooling prick.

Sarah grabbed the end of my plug and worked it in and out of me a few times before Ellen pushed the "play" button on the remote.

I could not see either of the women, but from their voices I could tell that Ellen was sitting in the chair directly behind my exposed ass and Sarah was sitting next to her on the end of the couch. They chatted while waiting for the movie to cue up. Once the feature began, they both fell silent.

The plot of the movie was simple- how many ways can two guys and a girl pleasure each other. With three mouths, three anuses, two dicks, one pussy, a strap-on, a double-ended dildo, and various other toys, the possibilities were endless. In an effort not to disappoint the viewer, the two men and the woman put themselves into every conceivable position. In one amazing scene, the girl had a large vibrator stuck in her pussy and was doing one guy's ass with a strap-on, while the other guy was screwing her in the ass and he had most of the double-ended dong stuck in his ass. The guy being plugged with the strap-on was yanking on his enormous cock. The three of them writhed in unison until all apparently came in a crescendo of screams, flying semen, and vaginal secretions. 

Occasionally, one of the women would play with my plug or slap my ass. During one scene where the girl was driving the large double-ended dildo up one of the guy's ass, Ellen said, "You see that honey? That's what we are going to do to you!"

I saw it, of course, as well as everything else the "actors" where doing to each other on the TV.

The air in the room was filled with the sounds of sex, and not all of it was coming from the TV speakers. On at least two occasions, I heard Sarah groan as she rubbed herself to climax in response to the stimulation provided by the movie. I had seen her masturbate before. In my mind's eye, I saw her sitting in the chair, head back, eyes closed and her fingers feverishly stoking her clit. If Ellen had seen fit to pleasure herself, she either did it quietly or her moans were drowned out by the sounds coming out of the TV.

The heavenly, musky scent of the two aroused women filled my nostrils and added to my arousal. By the time the movie was over, a constant stream of precum was flowing from my penis, my balls and prostate felt like they were ready to explode and my cock was so hard it ached. While the women were able to relieve themselves, I was not, and my need for release was approaching urgency.

Ellen noticed the large pool of sticky goo puddled beneath my weeping dick. "I see you enjoyed the movie," she said standing behind me. She began manipulating the phallus in my ass. She stopped when she realized that the stimulation was going to make me come. "Not yet, baby," she said softly. "We're not finished with you yet." I was almost relieved when she pulled the plug from my ass, but then I remembered what was coming next.

I felt the cold, well lubricated end of the cucumber come in contact with my anus. I wasn't sure who was in control of the large invader, but it mattered not. Despite the fact that my sphincter had been well stretched, the cucumber was larger, much larger, than either of the butt plugs, and it took several attempts before my body accepted it. The girth of the vegetable filled my bowels and placed additional pressure on my over excited prostate. I couldn't be certain how much of the cucumber had been inserted, but I think I was now holding half of it's length. Whichever of the women was inserting it must have realized that any manipulation would have sent me over then edge, so they just left it there.

Ellen moved around to the side of the table I was facing and squatted in front of me. The back of her dress, and pubic hair was soaked with her own juices, and her clitoris and vaginal lips were engorged and protruded more than I had ever seen.

She pulled the balled, saliva soaked panties from my mouth. Her eyes were soft and loving. "Enjoying yourself?"

I moistened my lips and tongue. "Yes, and you?" I matched her loving look.

"We're going to untie you now," Sarah was already untying my leg restraints. "Sarah and I still need to come before you do. As soon as we are both satisfied, I'll take care of you. Do you think you can hold it?" I nodded.

Sarah held the cucumber in place, while I stretched my legs and arms. I was instructed to stay on my knees and move away from the table. I stayed on all fours and slid over a couple of feet from the table.

Ellen lay down in front of me, and pulled up her dress. "I want you to lick me, and make me come." She grabbed the side of my head, and pulled it into her sopping crotch. My tongue went to work immediately.

While I was focused on drinking the nectar of love from my wife's love-hole, Sarah was behind me. I felt the cucumber move as more pressure was applied to it, but I obviously couldn't see what she was doing- it didn't matter, it felt wonderful! It wasn't until I felt her butt cheeks press firmly against my own that I realized Sarah had inserted the other end of the cucumber into her vagina, just like what we had seen on the movie. After she had settled on her end, she lowered her torso so that her nipples were brushing against the soles of my feet. 

Sarah's actions had distracted my attention away from Ellen's clitoris, but Ellen grabbed my hair and reminded me of my task. I inserted a couple of fingers into my wife's vagina and began probing. When my fingers found the tiny ridges that denoted her G-spot, Ellen moaned her approval. I pulled Ellen's clitoris into my mouth and gently flicked it with my tongue. Again, Ellen moaned. With the hand she had rested on the top of my head, she pulled my face harder into her sex.

In the meantime, Sarah had settled her breasts in such a way that when I "fisted" my toes, I was squeezing her firm, erect nipples. She turned on a vibrator and pressed it between her pussy lips, and slowly began to rock her hips. The vibrations passed through her vagina into the vegetable and into me. Her rocking motion placed additional pressure on my "G-spot". I nearly lost it right then, but I concentrated on the ministrations I was giving Ellen, and the milking my toes were giving Sarah's nipples.

Sarah moaned. Ellen moaned. I licked, and squeezed my toes.

Sarah moaned louder. Ellen moaned and I felt her thighs tighten against the side of my head. The muscles in my scrotum tightened, as my testicles were about to release their heavy load.

It happened for the three of us at the same time. Both women screamed their pleasure in unison and the first contraction of my prostate sent a large stream of my semen onto the floor. My own scream of ecstasy was lost inside my lovely wife's drenched cavern and my toes clenched Sarah's nipples with an iron grip.

Ellen held my face firmly against her convulsing, squirting vagina. Sarah bucked her hips against the cucumber, driving it deeper into both of us. Another stream exploded from my cock.

The sequence repeated itself three more times, before we all collapsed- satiated and exhausted.

*****

After we all got cleaned up, we had a glass of wine, and ate. As was usually the case following one of our exploits, we shared few words. We were three contented people enjoying the after-glow of intense, satisfying sex- reliving the wonderful moment in our minds. Of course, if we ever needed reminding of that wonderful evening, we could always watch the video Ellen made of the event.



Best Friends Ch. 02



Best Friends 2 – Katie’s Turn

After talking to the police at the scene for what seemed like forever, and then convincing the ambulance crew that I was really okay, I was finally able to see about getting home.  I had something to talk about with Katie.  I wasn’t quite sure of what or how I should say it, but I was anxious to see her.

One of the police officers offered me a ride back to town and I asked if I could be dropped at a local car rental place.  He headed to the only place in town Bryan’s Rentals and Junk Yard.  During the drive I thought about what I would say to Katie, what I could do before I got really serious.

Remembering the video tape I found with her and my late best friend Matt, fucking… well not really fucking, even worse, sixty-nine.  Damn she would never do that with me, complaining about being choked, afraid she would bite me, or bitching about the taste of my sperm.  As much as I wanted her that way, I didn’t argue about it, I didn’t continue asking hoping to wear her down, I just left it alone.  And now I got to see her enjoying it in living color with Matt.

“Well, here we are, Bryan’s place,” the officer said, interrupting my thoughts.  “No look, you may be a bit unsteady from your accident, take it easy driving home.”

I rubbed my neck where it was beginning to hurt a bit, “Yes sir, I will.  And hey, thank you for the ride.”

“Don’t mention it.  Now be careful, you want to make sure you get home safely to the wife.”

I nodded, “That’s for sure, thanks again.”  I waved as he pulled out of the lot and headed toward downtown.

I hurriedly made arrangements for temporary transportation and after looking over the assortment of trashed out cars he had available to rent, I found just what I needed.  An old Ford Mustang, from before seats belts were required in vehicles.

Wayne explained, “We fitted the driver’s side with a belt, but not the passenger’s side.  And of course there are no air bags,” he said with a short laugh.

“That’s fine for me, I just need something to get around in.”

“Yeah, I heard about the wreck, it’s a shame about Matt,” he said, bowing his head.

“You heard about it?”

“It’s all over the radio already.  Not much happens around here, so something like this is big news,” he said.

“I need to go, are we finished up?”

“Yep, just be sure to bring her back gassed up, or I’ll have to charge you a bunch.”

“Oh, I won’t need much…” I whispered to myself as I headed to the car.

It took a bit of coaxing to start, and when I pulled out of the lot, it backfired sending a big black cloud billowing upward.  I quickly floored it and felt the surge of power as the engine decided to go.  I turned on the radio, spun the dial and sure enough, after only a few stations I caught a breaking announcement.  I quickly turned it off, hoping Katie hadn’t heard anything.  I wanted break the news to her personally.

The rest of my drive home, my mind alternated between two videos… one of Katie and my wedding, with Matt as best man, and the other of Katie and Matt together doing something I had not even done with my wife.  Damn!

The Mustang roared into our driveway, and I unwound myself from the car.  I went in the door and saw her on the couch asleep.  Before waking her, I went back to the bedroom and got the video tape out of my closet.  I considered playing it here for her, letting her wake up to the images on the screen and then my face, but I decided we needed to take a drive.  I took the video out to the car and slipped it under the seat, where I could reach it while driving.

Coming back inside, I let the door firmly close and noticed her jump a bit at the noise.  “You’re back already?”

“You wanted me to be longer?”

“Well no, I figured you went fishing or something.”

“No, I met Matt.”

“Matt?”

“Yeah, my truck started acting up, so I stopped by and we took it to the shop.  I got a rental,” I replied.

“How is Matt?” she asked.  She sounded nervous.

“Probably could be better I think.”

“Better?”

I shook off her question with a wave of my hand, a smile and a slight shake of my head.  Matt was often moody and often his behavior warranted the same reaction from me.  “Yeah, we talked a bit.”

“Talked?”

I was enjoying this.  “Yes interesting news, he talked about moving out of his house,” I said as innocently as I could.

“He’s moving?  Did he say where?”

“Nah, he said it was a surprise.  He mentioned you though.”

“Me, what did he say?”

I answered nonchalantly, “Said something about it being your idea.  I have to agree, his place was always a dump.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Yeah, he did… he talked about a video,” I replied, watching her squirm.

“A video?”

“Yes, on with you and him in it,” I paused deliciously, “you know… the wedding video.”

“Oh yes,” she said in almost a sigh.

“Yeah, we talked about that day, and then we got to the car shop.  He said goodbye and headed off.”

“So he didn’t say anything else?”

“No, nothing much.  Hey, you should see this car I rented, an old Ford Mustang, from back in the day.  You know with those monster engines.”

“I got clothes in the dryer…” she started.

“Ah, let them go.  I don’t care about wrinkles, ‘sides I want to talk some.”

This peaked her interest, “Ah okay, give me a moment.”

“Okay, I’ll be in the car,” I said, heading toward the door.  As I passed the kitchen, I looked at the phone and saw she had picked up the phone in the bedroom.  “Sorry Katie”, I whispered to myself, “I don’t think Matt is gonna answer.”

I climbed into the car and started it up as katie stepped out of the front door, turned and locked it and then headed over.  She climbed in and closed the door, I quickly backed the car out and pulled away from our house.

“There’s no seatbelts on that side,” I said, noticing her searching.  “It’s so old they didn’t need them back then.  These here they just added,” I pulled at the belt firmly fastened around me.

I drove in silence until we got away from the subdivision.  I sped up the car a bit and looked over at her slyly, “Hey, just like when we were in school, remember?  Katie, how about giving me a blow job while I drive, like you used to do?”

“No, I don’t think so,” she said with a revolted look on her face.  “Look, did Matt say anything to you?”

“Yeah, I told you what he said.”

“No I mean about him and me?”

“Yeah, in the video.”

Her shoulder’s slumped, “No, not the video.  Dammit,” she took a deep breath and paused.  I waited for her to continue.

“Come on Katie, how about that blow job?”

“No, there’s not gonna be a blow job.  Not now, not ever again with you.  Look, I’m leaving you.  I am leaving you to be with Matt.”

“Matt?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“Yes, we’ve been having an affair for years and we finally decided we had to be together.”

“You mean like in the video?”

“The video?  You mean the wedding video?” she asked.  “Will you forget about that video?  I’m leaving you, don’t you understand?”

“Not the wedding video, this video,” I said, pulling the tape from under my seat.

I watched her eyes as she realized what was happening.  It was intriguing to see her comprehend each facet of the situation she was in.

“Stop the car, I want out,” she screamed.

“Now calm down Katie, we need to talk.”

“No talking is over, I want to see Matt, take me to Matt’s.”

“Katie, that won’t do any good.  You can’t see Matt, not anymore.”

“Why not, where is he?”

I paused, smiled faintly at her, “Well, it’s about my truck, you see, I did have a problem with my truck, but not a mechanical problem.  Yes, I was riding with Matt, but there was this deer.”

“Deer? What are you…”

“Yes a deer, a pretty big one.  A doe I think, or perhaps a spike, to be honest I didn’t get a good look as I swerved to miss it.  I missed the deer but hit the tree, pretty well totaled the car.”

“What about Matt, where is he?”

I paused again, looking out the window as trees rushed by.  “You know Matt, he never wears a seatbelt, and damn, the airbags didn’t work.  Strangest thing…”

“Is he hurt? Is he in the hospital?  Take me to him dammit, take me to him.”

“Katie,” I paused again, making sure I had her complete attention, “Matt is dead.”

I watched as she tried to comprehend what I had said.  She furled her brow, “What?”

“You heard me, Matt is dead.  He went through the windshield and hit a tree.”

“I don’t believe you, take me to him.”

“It was really quite gruesome,” I said slowly, “I hit the tree and whoosh, he was through the windshield.  The airbag saved me.  I tell you they do pack a punch.”  I moved my jaw a bit to emphasize the point.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t take my word for it, let’s hear it on the radio,” I said turning on the radio and searching for a news report.

“…driver was unhurt, but dead at the scene was 32 year old Matt Andrews.  He is survived by…”

I turned off the radio and watched as she fell apart.  “I want to get out,” she whispered, “please let me out.”

I sped up the car, hitting nearly 80 on the narrow road.  “No, we still need to talk.  We need to talk about us, or what I am going to do about us.”

“Us, what about us?”

The car was hitting 90, “I want to talk about all of us.  About the two people in my life I loved more than anything else.  About loosing everything…”

As the speedometer passed 100 Katie pleaded, “Slow down, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing?  What were you doing?  Hell Katie, sex is one thing.  I knew he had the hots for you, and I knew you liked him too.  Damn… I even considered… shit, you threw it all away.”

The speedometer was inching toward 110.  “But…”

“No buts, you killed me Katie, you and Matt.  I’m dead now.”

The car veered off of the pavement onto a dirt road.  Dust rolled violently behind us as the car continued to accelerate.

“Look John, we can talk.  It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“What way Katie, I just want you to be with Matt.”

With both hands planted on the dashboard she screamed, “Pleaaaasssseee.”

I saw the curve ahead, a sharp left around a huge tree, I headed straight for it as Katie screamed hysterically.  The car hit 120 when I slammed on the brakes with both feet.  The brakes locked and the car skidded on the gravel with an incredible rumbling growl.

I stared at Katie as she looked back and forth from me to the tree.  I just knew every moment of her miserable life was flashing before her eyes.  Our wedding, those nights we shared… and then Matt, she had to be reliving that night with the video tape.

The car continued to skid as I watched Katie’s fingernails dig into the padding of the dashboard, she was soaked from sweat and I caught a faint whiff of urine.  Her bladder was never her strongest attribute.

We moved into the tree’s shadow as we continued to skid.  It seemed odd that at a point of such bright clarity, we ducked into shadow.  Closer and closer we came.  Katie looked to be almost in convulsion, her head jerked back and forth and she drooled a bit.

Suddenly we were engulfed in dust as the car slid to a stop just inches from the trunk of the tree.  I noticed a tree branch had just missed piercing through the windshield as it passed over our heads.

I looked for Katie, but she wasn’t in her seat.  The windshield was intact and the door was still closed.  As the dust settled more, I saw her sobbing on the front floorboard, curled in a ball.

After a short wait, I reached down and grabbed her arm pulling her up onto the seat.  Dust caked on her jeans where she had peed herself.  Trembling wildly she collapsed into my arms.

“Oh my, what brings this on?” I asked.

I took her shoulders and looked at her face.  Her eyes shot nervously back and forth, she was gone.  I should her, first gently, then harder.

I grabbed her chin and shouted, “Look at me.”

She focused and then began pleading, “Please, please don’t.”

“Katie, I don’t want to hurt you.  I’ve already lost someone I loved today.”

She started kissing my hand, “Please.”

“It’s gonna be okay.  Calm down, in a few minutes were gonna go home.  We can have a nice talk all the way.  Look, I’ll even drive the speed limit.”

She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Before we go, there is one thing I want you to do.”

She looked at me and nodded slowly.

“It’s not anything bad; in fact, I think you got real good at it if that video is any indication.  Let’s see if you can’t do that for me,” I said unzipping my pants.

For a moment I though she would refuse, but she suddenly fell upon my now hard cock and took it deep into her mouth, deeper than she ever had with me.  I sat back in the cracked leather seat as I enjoyed the sensations of the best blow job I have ever received, from Katie or anyone.

One hand gentle caressed my balls as her other stroked my shaft as her mouth followed in unison.  As she pulled her head up she’d turn it slightly, her mouth twisting over the head.  It was no time before I felt the intense pleasure rolling through me and I came in thick spurts into my wife’s mouth.  She sucked on me, drawing as much of me in as she could.  In a moment, she sat up and I watched her swallow my come for the first time ever.

After I put myself back into my pants and zipped up, I started the car, gingerly backed it away from the tree and turned back to the main road.  On our long, slow drive home, Katie sat over the center console so she could remain close to me.  After about twenty minutes or so, I notice she had stopped trembling.  I was glad she had calmed some since we were getting close to home.  We had some changes to make.



Best Friends Ch. 02



She got out of the car, but before she closed the door, she looked back in at me.

"This is just between us, right?" She grinned.

"Of course," I answered, sitting there momentarily stunned at what had taken place.

I made myself get out of the car and followed her trance-like into the house. Her white skirt-covered ass swang side to side as she walked in front of me.

Once inside, she gave a quick hello to my dad and my sister who were in the kitchen, before she headed upstairs to shower.

Later on, I'd learn that she got out of her tennis dress quickly, and got into the hot shower. In the shower, she leaned against the tile with her left hand, while her right hand went straight to her pussy, playing with the wet folds and hard clit. The water ran over her, as it took her no time to climax over how raw and dirty she had been with me. She later talked about how she had been almost as turned-on by how she did what she did in the car without thinking or planning; it was spontaneous and she loved that. It was also so very forbidden.

As for me, that Friday evening, I was just in a daze. I couldn't believe what had happened, and I couldn't believe how much I had totally loved it and gotten into it. I was probably acting distracted throughout the night. Dad joked that I had probably let some girl get in my head. My sister piped in, "yeah, right... as if Jack knew how to even care."

My sister was probably right in a way. I really didn't lack too much for the occasional date, and it'd been a while since I'd let a girl get close, much less serious. But little did Dad know just how right he'd been.

Mom had gone to their room early that night, saying she was going to read, so I missed out on any further interaction that night. However, she didn't leave my thoughts, as that night I laid in bed going over and over the afternoon and our talk, stroking myself till I came with her voice in my ears telling me what she wanted.

Saturday, she was up and gone before I got downstairs. It would turn out that we were not around each other that much the rest of the weekend, and definitely not alone. At dinner Saturday night, we talked casually as did Dad and Nina, my sister. A couple of times, our eyes held their look longer than normal. Each time, she broke the look with a sweet smile.

Sunday, she brought some laundry by my room she'd done for me to take back to school with me. She stood close and again our eyes locked on one another.

"Listen, I don't know what came over me Friday. I ... I..." she paused.

"No, don't worry a bit," I answered, sensing she was now unsure.

"Jack, it's just I feel so close to you, and ... ." She let the words hang there.

She turned to the door and walked over to leave, but before she opened the door, she looked back over to me.

"Will you think about what I said?" she asked.

"You mean, just now?" 

She slowly shook her head, like I was kidding her, which I wasn't.

"No, silly. I want you to think about what I said Friday." She watched her words sink in with me and then she left the room.

The drive back to campus seemed to take no time as all I thought about was her. What I would like to do with her. How I would like to do it with her.

That night, I called home to tell them I'd gotten to school okay and thank them for the weekend. I told my Dad these things, and Mom wanted on the phone before Dad hung-up. Her voice over the phone did a number on me.

"Honey, be sure and put away that laundry I fixed for you, okay?" Was she back to mothering me, now?

"Uh, okay. Sure."

"And Jack, what was it you were going to do for me, I forget."

I hesitated, trying to understand what she was referring to.

"You mean, from today? Thinking about what you said?"

"No, Jack. From Friday, from tennis."

The silence on the line stirred me as I started to wonder.

" You mean, what you asked me to do for you Friday after tennis?"

" Yeah, help me remember?" she coyly prompted.

I pictured the blonde suburbanite housewife there in the kitchen of our home, phone to her ear and waiting.

"Oh. I think you mean the part where I said I was going to give you the fucking you need."

"Yeah, honey," her voice lowered and now I knew I was stirring her.

"I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before." I warmed-up to the game.

"Honey, yes that'd be great." She was slower talking and added, "yeah those tennis shoes sound really nice."

"Mom, are you gonna think about what I said now?"

"Darling, you have no idea. Take care."

I hung-up and reached for the hardness she'd caused. I went to the laundry bag on my bed, and dumped it out, to put it away while I rolled this latest twist around my head.

I noticed an unusual lump in a t-shirt, and I unfolded it. There, before my eyes were a pair of sexy red panties. They'd been secretly bundled into my t-shirt for me to find. I brought them to my face, and I caught that unmistakeable whiff of a woman's juices. 

So, this is from her. ...

I turned and let myself fall back on the bed. Laying on my back, I slowly brought her panties to my face. I left them there draped over my face as my hands went to my jeans and had them quickly undone and my dick free.

I started my fist from the base and ran it to the head, beginning to stroke with my hips rocking in unison. She'd worn these, she'd been wet in these, and she'd left these for me. It was no time and I was groaning and cumming into my hand at the thought of her. Afterward, I lay there, wondering how and when my opportunity with her would come.

A couple of nights later, I was studying when the phone rang.

"Hey, how are you doing, Jack?" It was her.

"Good, mom. You?"

"Well, feeling more and more restless, actually." She sounded agitated.

"I know what you mean."

"C'mon, Jack. You're in college. You're single. How can you know? All you have to do is call Beth."

"I told you Beth isn't in the picture. Gone. That's over."

"Well, if not Beth, then someone like her. You're a handsome guy. All you really have to do is go out tonight."

"Right. It's just that easy. Besides, my concentration isn't exactly there, since my little gift from the weekend."

"Did you like those?" I could tell she was smiling.

"Like them? I loved them. I'm looking for more of them."

"Well, let me run something by you. It seems your dad has decided to have a boys' weekend away the weekend after next, and ... ."

She let the silence torture me for a moment.

"And, what are you thinking, mom?"

"Well, I was thinking I might like to get away myself somewhere." For all her boldness before, she now sounded inhibited.

"Mom, I think that's a great idea. That's something you need to do for yourself."

"Jack, I'm not really used to going away by myself. And listen, I know you let me flirt---or whatever---before, but I don't know if getting together would be such a good idea or not. Do you?"

"Actually, yes. I think it would be a good idea."

"Honey, it would change everything for us. Do you realize that?"

"Mom, everything's already changed, really. But you know what? They have and they haven't, because no matter what happens from here, we will always be close. That's the way I feel."

"You are so sweet. Yes, that's the way I feel, too." You could tell by her voice she felt relief.

"So then," I continued, "tell me where you want to go."

"Jack, I want to come see you, darling."

"Then's it's done. Next weekend, come here and see me."

"Jack, that's great. I really can't wait."

"Sure, mom."

With all my coolness on the line, I had not let on that it was not as easy for me as I'd made it sound. Nevertheless, I really cared for her and if coming here was what she wanted then that was what I wanted. I just hoped for the same intensity as before so that whatever nervousness or apprehension there might be would take care of itself. 

The days dragged as I waited in agonizing suspense for her to visit. What would it be like? Would we be able to pick-up from before? I started to worry she was right when she thought that maybe it was a bad idea.

She called on her cell phone as she approached the city.

"Honey, let's go ahead and meet for dinner, huh?"

"Sounds great. You hungry?"

"Yeah, I am, and after this drive, I'll be ready for a drink."

"Sounds good," I replied and gave her directions to a good restaurant where we could meet.

"Jack, listen," she said with a hint of gentleness in her voice, "Let's relax this weekend. Don't worry about anything. I just want to see you."

"Sure, I understand," I said even though I now didn't have a clue. I chalked it up to her having thought this over, and reconsidered. 

As I drove over to the restaurant, I decided that I'd just forget about anything physically happening, and just let her have fun and relax.

So, that is what I did. We met at the restaurant, hugged, and was shown to our table. She looked attractive in a low key sort of way. A black V-neck blouse that showed the beginning of her cleavage and a modest skirt that hugged her nicely.

"Look at you," she beamed, "this was definitely a good idea."

"I agree."

I asked about her trip, and we proceeded to talk easily, getting past the usual questions about how everyone was doing and about my classes. 

After a couple of drinks, she seemed to sit back and breathe a sigh of relief. She looked at me with the sort of grin that said we shared a secret.

"You do look great, Mom," I swirled the beer in my glass, trying to appear relaxed. "Something must be agreeing with you back home."

"Jack, I think something's agreeing with me here. Don't you think so, too?"

"I wish I could take credit, but I really don't see how," I answered honestly.

"Jack, that is very appealing about you, how you don't even realize the effect you can have on a woman. Modesty is better than arrogance at times."

"What effect, Mom?'

"Well, remember the surprise in the laundry, dear?"

"Oh, that effect," the uncontrollable blush occurred, "that is so hard to believe."

She moved her chair much closer to the table and told me to give her my foot.

"Huh?"

"Jack, under the table, kick that shoe off and prop your foot in my seat."

I did what she said, and she pulled my foot forward further causing me to sit back in my chair.

She put my foot under her skirt and looked me in the eyes as she rubbed my foot between bare thighs. I caught on, and arched my foot further. She guided my bare foot to warm moist folds topped by her pubic hair.

I pressed with my foot gently at her wet lips and I watched her sigh in response.

"Honey, do you understand the effect now?"

"Yeah, Mom. I think I can understand that." I smiled at her. She moved into my foot some, and then she guided my foot back off her chair.

"Honey, will you do something for me?" she asked.

"Practically anything," I said and we both laughed.

"Get up for me and go take a trip to the bathroom."

"But, this isn't really the best time," I tried to beg off, as my cock strained at the crotch of my trousers.

"I know, dear," she said mischieveously, "and I want you to pause here at the table for me, okay?"

"You gotta be kidding."

"Jack, are you gonna play with me or not, dear?"

And with that, I slowly rose and stood before her, and her eyes immediately shot to my crotch where my trousers tented.

Of course, it was at this moment the waitress steps to the table. My mom's eyes didn't leave my crotch at first, until she spoke to the waitress.

"I can't believe how my son has grown," she gave the waitress a look, and my aroused state together with Mom's comment left the waitress at a loss.

"Uh. ...Well, you must be proud." And the waitress scurried off, with me leaving right behind her. 

After dinner, we headed back to my apartment. I helped her get her things inside and I took them automatically to the bedroom.

"Thanks, hon," she spoke, looking about my CDs while I put her things away.

"I didn't know you liked this," she asked, holding a CD with slower songs on it. I stood close to her and removed the cd from the box,as our fingers touched. I reached over and put the CD on. She turned away from me, facing the living room. I stood behind her, and she reached back to me to wrap my hands around her waist, as the music rythmically played in the background. 

"Jack, is this how you charm all the girls," she softly said leaning back on me. I was taller than her such that her head came to about where my neck was.

"Just the special ones," I teased back.

We swayed back and forth, and her perfume and her closeness were intoxicating. As we moved with the music, I could feel her ass pressed against my hardness. The same hardness she had openly stared at in the restaurant.

"Jack, I wouldn't blame you for being awfully confused," she said concerned.

"About what?" I joked, and we laughed.

She moved her head so that it rested upon my neck and shoulder and continued to talk.

"I really do enjoy being with you. I don't think I could relax like this with anyone else."

"Jack, I shouldn't have talked to you like I did the other day. Did it bother you?"

"Sure you should have. We can talk about anything, remember?"

"Jack," she brought her face to rest on my shoulder and spoke into my ear, "a mother doesn't talk about fucking to her son, now does she?"

"Mom, we were being open."

"You mean I was being open."

"Well, I seem to remember saying a few things to you as well."

She pulled back from me and looked into my eyes.

"Yes son, you did," her face was contemplative as she stepped back so our bodies didn't touch but her hand was on my chest.

"I better turn in," she softly spoke and paused, then moved away toward the bedroom. I watched her go into my bedroom, but she didn't immediately turn on the light. 

"Jack, can you come here?" 

I walked into the bedroom where the only light was that coming from the living room where we'd been. She was facing away from me, and looking into the mirror ahead of her.

"Will you get my zipper for me?" she asked and stared at my eyes in our reflections in the mirror. 

I walked up behind her and brought my hands to the back of her shoulders, rubbing them through the blouse that covered them. I squeezed her shoulders and pressed my thimbs into th muscles where her neck started.

"Yes, darling."

My hands found the clasp at the top of the back of her blouse and I undid it. My hands then brought down the zipper slowly. She watched me in the mirror and I watched the zipper move easily down her back revealing more of her back as it travelled downward. I saw the white strap midway down her back, and the two sides of the back of her blouse now parted further away showing me her back more as it naturally fell open.

The zipper stopped short of the base of her back and that is where I let my hands enter the back of her blouse.

"Thanks, honey," she said, as if I were finished. She walked away from me and out of my grasp. As she walked across the room, she let her hands go back behind herself to where she undid the clasp of her skirt herself. She then unzipped the skirt and turned to me, letting me watch her slide it down her legs slowly. It crumpled in the floor and I was mesmerized by her legs and the view I had of her panties showing just under where her blouse stopped. In one swoop, she lifted her blouse on over her head to reveal where her white bra contained her full breasts that bulged from their confines. She stood there and let me look at her in her bra and panties.

"Jack, I haven't been with a man in a long time. You know?"

I just nodded.

"Will you undress for me, Jack?"

I just looked at her and started unding the buttons to my shirt. I was standing at the bed and facing her and she was across the room, but her view was unobstructed. I slipped the shirt off quickly, and moved my hands to my belt.

She moved to me and then sat on the bed, positioning me in front of her. I pulled my belt from my trousers and undid the top. I let my hands linger at my zipper, and she looked up at me and then back to my hands.

I unzipped my pants watching her eyes follow the movement and the boxers coming into view. When the zipper was down, I paused. I let my right hand stroke her cheek and she rubbed her cheek to my hand. I went ahead and hooked my thumbs from both hands to the waistband on each side of both my trousers and boxers and slowly brought them down, starting and stopping until they were at my feet with my head at her neck and shoulder as I'd had to bend forward to pull them down. I kissed her neck while I was there and could tell she was practically panting.

I then took my time but I eased straight up, until I was standing right in front of her and my erect cock angled out and at her. I moved my hips forward and my cock nestled at her cleage held in her bra.

I took my hands and moved her bra straps from her shoulders allowing her ample breasts to move further forward and the cups of the bra ro slip. I reached behind her and undid the bra's clasp. When I did this, she moved her face across my stomach, taking in the feel of my hair-covered stomach against her soft face and lips.

I bent over and kissed her lips. Softly at first. Then, firmer and her lips parted. Her tongue teased me into her mouth and I kissed her fully, holding her face in my hands. She put her hands on my shoulders and I started backing her onto the bed so I could join her there.

She laid back and I was over her, I then put my fingers to the hips of her panties.

"Jack," she whispered.

I tugged the panties down her legs and marveled at her mound framed in a V with her legs together. The blondish-brown curls formed a neatly shaped strip leading down.

She moved herself further up the bed so that she was fully on the bed with me facing her. Her eyes intensely looked into mine, shifted to stare at my cock, then looked back to me. This time looking in my eyes, she gave a gradual smile and licked her lips. I could sense movement from her legs and looked there. 

She ever so slowly spread her legs, and I watched. She first exposed enough space for me to see her lips there. Her legs moved more, and she was wide enough there for me to see moisture, and her legs still moved more apart. It was such a blatant pose and open position that it was... well, raw. It made me think of her graphic tone before when she'd said fuck.

Then, as I almost couldn't take what she was doing, she reached between her legs with her hands, and her hands splayed open her lips, showing herself to me open and wet.

"C'mon," she moaned.

She had me as turned on as I had ever been before and I took the head of my cock and ran it across her lips there.

"Yyyyeeesss," she moaned feeling me there.

I then stuck a couple of inches into her and positioned myself.

"Uuuuuhhh," she was very hot and very ready. She looked at me with half-opened eyes.

When I felt her relax there, I thrusted hard forward, bringing my full weight forward and up, until I heard my hips slap against her's and I felt my cockhead bottom out in her.

She screamed out.

Her legs were up in the air, and her hands pressed to my back.

"YES," she screamed again, "C'MON!"

I gave her long hard strokes, over and over.

She coaxed into my ear as I fucked her hard.

"Oh yeah. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me, baby."

We pounded away at each other, and her moans and the slapping sound of flesh against flesh filled the room.

After some time, we both built up to a climax. When we came, she cried out, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a loud release as well.

I pushed inside her as I came, and she grasped me to her. Moments passed where there was only our panting, as we slowly relaxed from our peak. We then lay in a heap together, succumbing to sleep, our bodies intertwined.



Best Friends Ch. 02



The first time I had a penis inside me (other than in my mouth) was on my wedding night. The experience of being penetrated was marvelous. I knew the feeling of my finger inside me, the tampon applicator and, of course, boyfriends' fingers probing... but when Arthur's rigid penis opened me it made my ears buzz; I felt with each thrust that my eyeballs would pop out of my head. He shouted his orgasm and it ended much too soon, his body slumping on mine. His hardness shriveled inside me and, as I felt his semen oozing down the crack of my bottom, I vowed that I would get him hard again and again that night...which I did. Each time he fucked me longer. But there was no foreplay, nor was there cuddling afterward. 

Not once during our marriage had Arthur's selfish attempts brought me to orgasm. I pretended, for his sake, to come when he did but found he didn't seem to care. After our first year of marriage he wanted sex less and less which, given the amount of enjoyment I took from it, was more of a blessing than a curse. I had become quite good at satisfying my own needs, at least physically. I indulged in wild fantasies, not to mention improved methods of masturbation, and it got to the point where I would watch men walking toward me, barely able to keep my eyes above their crotch. I was always too honorable, though, to seriously consider having an affair but, in my mind, many men had me.

I had heard about women having wild thoughts about their sons, a thought that was totally repulsive to me. But something happened within the last couple of years that caused me to assess the kind of person I have become. My son Lee had just celebrated his 18th birthday. He'd been working out with weights since the eighth grade, had developed a muscular body and had become a fine athlete. He'd never been modest around the house, often parading in nothing but his boxers, for which I scolded him. By that time his body had become beautiful and images began filling my mind, images of Lee completely naked...even with an erection (blushing). I tried to make the images go away, prayed about it...a lot, then felt like a hypocrite when I savored his naked cavorting in my mind. 

One Saturday morning, about 10:30, (it was just before his graduation from high school) I was walking past his room. The door was open a crack and I heard what sounded like painful moans coming from the other side. I thought he might have hurt himself playing baseball and, being the compassionate mother, I raised my hand to push his door open but, through the crack, my eyes caught his reflection in the mirrored closet doors at the foot of his bed and I froze. He was lying on his back completely naked. In his left hand was a girly magazine, which he was holding up above his face. His right hand was wrapped around his substantial erection pumping it like he was blowing up a bicycle tire. The moans were of his pleasure. Having done similar things so many times in my life I understood. Just the same (I'm so embarrassed to tell you this) I was spellbound.

My fantasies hadn't prepared me for what I was seeing. Lee was much bigger than Arthur, and, from the length of time he masturbated without ejaculating he could, apparently, last much longer. I shouldn't have been watching, invading his privacy like that, but I was riveted. My years with his father led me to believe it would be over quickly. But he kept stroking and moaning, moaning and stroking for what seemed a full five minutes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and sucked in a spitty hiss; It was beautiful (blushing). His sperm gushed like a string of tiny pearls in a long arc, laying a line from his abdomen to his chest. Still pumping, he grunted and a smaller arc spurted on his stomach, pooling in his navel. His legs opened and closed as he kept flailing, his creamy seed flowing over the shiny purple head of his penis. His silent pumping turned to the slurpy sounds of his hand sliding through his semen. I wanted to...I wanted (oh, you already think I'm depraved) I wished I could go in and taste his sperm but quietly backed away from the door. It was terrible (blushing). It was wonderful. 

I wanted to tell Amanda about what I had experienced but was afraid of exposing my fantasies, afraid of what she might have thought. She has a son, Corey, the same age as Lee; they played on the same high school baseball team. I wanted to tell her but feared losing her as a friend...and lover. 

Our bridge group rotated houses, getting together every other week. I was the host the first time, when, after the game Amanda kissed and fondled me in the kitchen then took me upstairs and ravished me. It was all about her introducing me to the wonder of being made love to by a woman. The next time was two weeks later; the game was at her house. She called me that morning and asked me to wear something loose, "a skirt would be fine." The other six girls were wearing slacks. Amanda and me were the only ones wearing skirts, but, nobody seemed to notice. After the game I lingered until everyone else had left. During bridge, anticipating what Amanda and I would do after the game, I became so wet between my legs that I felt like I was going to slide off my chair. 

We cleaned up together, just like at my house. I was washing the dishes when Amanda, from behind, slid her left arm under mine and fondled my breast. At the same time she lifted the hem of my a-line skirt and caressed the inside of my left thigh. Electrified by her hand on my breast and another so near my pussy, I spread my legs. Touching my pussy through my panties she gloried, "My God, Mary Wilhelm, you're delicious, your panties are soaking wet!

Turning me away from the sink she unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and then undid my bra. Her lips touched mine (Our kisses are so incredibly tender...soft), undoing her blouse and bra while our lips melted into each other's and her naked breasts encompassed mine. Air whistled through both of our noses and I felt like my pussy was dripping with my roiling juices. 

It was like a dream, a slow motion dream: our naked skin touching off tiny explosions where ever it touched, our mouths opening, exuding the dark and humid warmth of our oral cavities, the velvet of one tongue slipping under the pussy-like underside of the other, then swirling to capture our passionate offerings. 

My breasts are fibrous... harder than hers. I could feel them being covered by the larger, softer flesh of Amanda's, my hardened points touching her soft nipples into the wide, brown pools of her areolas, pushing them in, until they began to firm, then harden, feeling like giant almonds against my insignificant kernels. Our kiss never broke. She was my mentor, teaching me about the wonders woman-to-woman sex.

As I was growing up it never occurred to me that it was just natural for girls to bond with girls. There were never any constrictions on girls dancing together or holding hands while walking and talking. When we went to the restroom we often did it together, talking with one another between stalls. But as far as sex was concerned it seemed to be unwritten that sex was reserved for boy/girl relationships. Even the suggestion of something different among the girls would cause "ewws." 

I always felt comfortable exploring myself, feeling the pleasure of my breasts, the wet, sponginess of my vagina, looking in the mirror and spreading myself, drinking in the visual pleasure of my wet pinkness, feeling my orgasmic muscles tight around my fingers. Had I been able to I would have had my mouth all over my vulva, and wondered what if would be like to taste another woman. At any such suggestion though, I would said "eww," with the rest of my friends, but wondered if they were as curious as I. My curiosity never left me. And the guilty feeling of my being curious always accompanied my curiosity...until the bridge game at my house. And now...

I followed Amanda's lead. She put one finger inside my pussy; I put mine in hers...two fingers; two fingers. We were standing there like a Valentine cartoon, bending from the waist with our knees slightly flexed, kissing. Unlike that cartoon, our hands were reaching to the moistened promise between each other's legs, our fingers driving in and out, flexing to the sensitive fronts of our vaginas, causing the delicious futch, futch, futch sounds of our delicious flooding. So great was our mutual joy that the tight spasms of vaginal muscles squeezed our fingers, after which we removed with a "pop" and a "pop" and hugged each other, our wet hands spreading the delicious oil of our sex over our naked backs.

Amanda made no pretense of what she expected from me. She backed up to the kitchen table, placed her hands on the flat surface and raised her body, sitting on the edge. "Sit down, Mary, and eat," she said to me. I sat down, pulled the chair close and Amanda lifted her legs, placing her calves on my shoulders. "Closer," she said and I scootched in. She leaned back on her hands, her knees breaking over my shoulders and her calves flattening on my back.

Other than my daughter's, when she was a little child, when I was changing her diaper, or when I was giving her a bath, I had never seen another female's pussy. I remember Arthur saying once, when he had been served New Zealand Mussels, "Look Mary, these look just like little pussies." And, when I placed my thumbs on her puffy lips and opened hers that was just how Amanda's pussy appeared to me. Her labia were ginger pink and her clitoris was prominent. Between her folds there was a pool of succulent juice, just like the mussels. 

"Enjoy," Amanda said with an inviting smile then laid her back flat on the table. Her breasts were large enough that they flattened and sagged slightly to the side. As my lips moved toward hers my eyes scanned the foreign but pleasing landscape of her neatly trimmed auburn curls atop her full mound, with the gravity flattened pooch of her stomach rising in a graceful slope to her rib cage. Beyond, her substantial breasts topped with her large, almond nipples flattened slightly, and canted to the side, creating a valley that showed only her chin. 

The exotic smell rising from the pink sheen of her folds sent shivers down my spine. Just before our lips touched guilty thoughts leaped through my mind. I wondered what someone would think if they were to come into this kitchen, where two mature women were displaying their nakedness in such inconceivable positions. I wondered what Arthur would think, what my daughter would think, what Lee would think...what Lee would think. As my mouth covered Amanda's vulva my mind recaptured the image of Lee's spurting cock and I realized, with guilty pleasure, the surface of the chair beneath my naked ass was awash. Leaning forward, tasting the wonder of Amanda's pussy, my bottom slid in the gusher of my sex and my clitoris demanded attention. Licking Amanda's clitoris, flicking and swirling it, I reached my own and began rubbing. Amanda's legs opened and closed, her chin waggled between the valley of her breasts and she lifted her head and gazed into my eyes which were glued on hers. I could hear and feel her oohs, emphasized by the tiny oval of her mouth which opened when she said, "Yes, Mary, yes."

My nose burrowed into her auburn bush and my chin found the socket of her threshold. When my tongue slathered and slurped around her clitoris she clamped her thighs over my head, blocking out all sound, then, opened them to the noise of her sighs and moans before closing them again squeezing me in her vise. 

Remembering how her tongue had felt on my anus, when she had ravished me at my house, I raised her legs and let my tongue slide down to hers. She twitched then wriggled her ass gasping, "Yes, yes!" I felt nasty and wicked but I loved it. My fingers alternated between rubbing my clitoris and digging them into my pussy. Her body was wriggling like an excited eel. Eating like a starving puppy I denied myself breath until I had to gasp for air. My mouth on Amanda's pussy made nasty, beautiful, sloppy slurps and I knew she was on the verge. Once again the vise of her thighs tightened my head, her legs stiffened and her feet wiggled loosely at her ankles. I couldn't hear her orgasm but could sense it...and it begged for mine. With one final push on my clitoris I shuddered then slumped.

I sat back in the hard chair, slumping, my bottom slipping forward in my secretions. I hadn't even realized that I was fucking my mouth with Amanda's big toe. "Oh, my God Mary," she said, "I'm so glad I discovered you." Her big toe left my lips with a pop, and she curled up on the table like a fetus and purred, "Mmmmmm...this is heaven."

She lay like that for a few minutes then sat up, slipped off the table and took my hands, pulling me to my feet. "Jesus, Mary," she said looking down at the chair, "Are you sure you're not dehydrated?" She wrapped me in her arms and I hugged her tight. We rocked silently for a while before, with her arm over my shoulders; she led me back to her bedroom. 

"It's four-thirty Mary. I have to start working on dinner." 

I had lost track of time. We had started cleaning up in the kitchen at 2:30. When she had pulled back the covers and we got into bed it was 3:45. We had kissed and fucked each other with our fingers, cuddled and snuggled. Amanda ate my pussy and licked my anus and sucked my toes and I did the same to her. I had once tried 69 with Arthur, but, since he didn't like eating pussy that didn't work. 69 with Amanda, however, was heavenly. Both of us had come over and over again. Kissing Amanda with the juice of her pussy on my lips and the juice of mine on hers was incredibly exotic. Cuddling with her in bed was the most humanly confirming thing I had ever experienced.

"Will you help me change the sheets Mary?" They were soaked with the mixture of our ejaculate and saliva.

While cuddling we shared about our husbands. Arthur was disappointing sexually. When we had met he seemed so exciting, so sexual. But he was a dud, a shell who wasn't able to explode. Amanda's husband, David, was sexually exciting, she said. They had met at a nudist camp, after they had both graduated from college, and they had both been sexually adventurous. Making love to women was just another of her sexual adventures. 

The secret within me had reached the point where I felt I would explode if I didn't share with someone. So, I told Amanda about watching my son Lee masturbate.

"Don't let it bother you so much sweetie," she said. 

"But I watched him...watched the whole thing. I was a voyeur, and worse... I wanted to suck him."

"It's the most natural thing in the world, Mary, for a mother to fantasize about her son," she said. "Sometimes I think it's primal. I've often felt the same thing for Corey. And... Lee is such a hunk."

It was like she was trying to tell me something. But she had left it at that and we didn't have time to discuss it further. As I was driving home her words kept echoing in my ears, "David and I were always sexually adventurous..."



Best Friends Ch. 02



As she stood in her son's doorway, she could not believe what she just watched. Roni, Jeremy's mom, had just gotten home from her date. As she walked upstairs to her bedroom, she heard noises from her son's room, so she decided to investigate. When she cracked open the door, the last thing she expected to see was her son receiving a blow job from his best friend. 

As she watched Pat lick the cum off his lips, she suddenly became aware that her fingers were now in her soaked pussy. She snuck away to her room as quietly as possible so the boys would not hear her.

The next morning when they came downstairs for breakfast, Roni could not look at them without thinking of what she saw the night before. Shamefully, lustfully, she had to see more.

Roni was young when she had Jeremy, just 20 years old. So while her son was becoming a man at the age of 18, she was still just 38 and had the body of a younger woman. At 5'6", she was extremely proud of the flat stomach and shapely legs that she had maintained through years of running. Her 36B chest, while not the largest in the world, still received plenty of attention from men her own age, and younger. She especially enjoyed it when she felt the eyes of her son's friends on her. It was a guilty pleasure. And she definitely had noticed how often Pat's eyes moved her way.

She decided then and there that she needed to see more of these two together. And that she would have to become a participant as well. So when the boys asked if Pat could stay over for another night, of course she agreed.

She spent the day trying to wear as skimpy clothing as possible. While the boys played basketball out back, she came out in a bikini to get a tan. While they watched TV in the basement, she walked through only in her bath towel because she "forgot something in the laundry room." And while they all ate dinner, she made sure to wear a short skirt and the lowest cut shirt possible.

Her plan was working. Each time she walked by, she could feel Pat staring at her. She swore she even noticed her son check her out. 

Soon it became late and the boys headed up for bed. Once Roni was convinced the boys wouldn't leave the room for the night, she snuck to the door, leaned in, and listened. She was just in time.

"Dude, I know I have said it before. And I know you hate hearing it. But your mom is so fucking hot," said Pat.

"Maybe I'm extra horny after last night," said Jeremy, "but I was even checking her out tonight. I know its wrong, but I couldn't help it." Roni smiled. Her plan had worked!

"Well, if you are getting turned on by your own mom, then you need a blow job worse than I do. Pull your shorts down."

And with that, Pat got down on his and watched his best friend pull out his cock a few inches from his face. He didn't need to be told what to do from there. He opened his mouth and slipped Jeremy's cock head into his lips. 

He began by just taking a little of the cock, still getting used to the feel of a dick in his mouth in just his second blow job. But soon, as the saliva lubed the dick, and Jeremy's hips thrust more, he was soon taking nearly the entire 7 inches in each swallow.

Jeremy closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of his best friend's mouth; the best feeling he had ever had. But he suddenly felt another presence in the room.

"Oh, shit!" he yelled as he opened his eyes. As both boys looked on, Jeremy standing, Pat on his knees, both hard as rocks, they noticed Roni standing there watching them, naked herself. 

"Don't stop guys. I was enjoying the show."

They both looked in disbelief. They couldn't move.

"I'm serious, Pat, start sucking Jeremy's cock again. Don't make me call your parents. I doubt your father would approve of this."

Pat thought for a second, turned his head, and took the dick back in his mouth. Jeremy had been close to cumming before and, even with his own mother watching, it didn't take long to get there again. 

Roni fingered her clit and urged them on. "Oh yeah, that's it, suck my son's cock. Take the whole thing. Feel it slide down your throat and back up. Make him cum. I want to see my son fill your mouth with his cum. Suck my son's cock, Pat."

It was too much for Jeremy and soon he was shooting his load in Pat's mouth for the second time in as many nights. Pat greedily sucked every last drip of cum from Jeremy's cock. It was only his second blow job, but Pat had quickly learned that he loved the taste of cum. 

Roni then took control of the situation. She was going to make sure the night didn't end there. 

"Pat, lay down." He did. "Jeremy, it's your turn to return the favor. Get down and suck his cock." He did. Jeremy started to suck, but he was noticeably nervous about it. Now that he had shot his load, he wasn't sucking with the same wild abandon as Pat had or that he had done the night before without an audience.

"Apparently, someone needs lessons on how to suck a cock," said Roni. "Luckily, your mother is here to teach you this, just as I have taught you so many other things over the years."

Quickly, Roni was on her hands and knees and began sucking. Pat looked down at her in amazement. The woman whom he had fantasized about since started to find women attractive was giving him a blow job. Soon, the two began passing the cock back and forth. Pat was getting blown by his best friend and his mom. He was in heaven as he watched their heads bob up and down. 

Pat felt his cum raise from his balls and just as Roni took the shaft back in her mouth, Pat yelled, "I'm cumming!" and exploded in her mouth. She kept sucking to make sure it was all out of his cock. It felt different somehow, like something was swishing around his cock. Roni leaned over and gave her son a kiss, the first open mouth kiss they had ever shared. As she pulled away and he saw a string of liquid pulling between their lips, Pat realized why it felt differently. Roni had not swallowed Pat's cum and had just swapped some into Jeremy's mouth. She then leaned over the other way, kiss Pat, and deposited the rest of his cum in his own mouth. 

Pat swallowed it and said, "Wow! That was amazing!"

Roni looked at them both and said, "Boys, the night has just begun. You are mine now and will do anything I want. And I do mean anything! I hope you're both ready..."

To be continued...



Best Friends Ch. 02



Please read the first Chapter before this one.

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As soon as I saw that wet spot, my cock instantly sprang to attention. Had I caused that? I tried to look away but I couldn't. I was drawn to it. It pulled me in. 

I finally was able to look away. 'Did she notice me looking?' I thought to myself. I always had a hidden lust for Erin. She was so beautiful. And just a few hours ago she was rubbing her panty-Claude ass against my morning hard on!

I decided to play it normal today. I went to work and had one shitty day. Erin was on my mind, not my work. 

When I got home, it was dark. 'Jack..' was the first thing to run through my head. But then a flame lit up. It was a candle. The candles lit the room, just enough to dim it.

I looked around and I saw Erin. She was in her red cocktail dress. She had lipstick on, too. I found that my cock enjoyed the view, because it was rock hard again. 

"Michael. You're here just in time." Erin said very gently. She came over to the love seat and beckoned me to sit down with her. I did, and she then sat on my lap and curled up with her arms around me. 

"So, birthday boy, what do you want?" Oh shit. I forgot it was my own birthday! I've been working and dealing with school so much that I forgot my own birthday. 

"Well.." I began "Staying like this for the rest of my life would be great." I joked. She looked up at me and then for the second time, very passionately, she kissed me. And I kissed back. 

"Mike... You've always been there for me... I remember where you even gave up dating for my sake..." She said, having small tears in her eyes. 

"Mike.. you're the best guy in my world.. You are my world.." She continued. I wiped away her tears and gently kissed her forehead. She gently began to cry, so I rocked her back and forth like I did when her parents died. 

She slowly moved her hand up to my face and gently caressed it. Then she kissed me again, and I kissed back. She was so amazing. "I'm sorry I didn't get anything for your birthday" she began "but with tuition and all.."

I cut her short. "It's OK, Erin. This is the best birthday I've ever had." It was the truth. Just holding her, feeling her, kissing her.. It was magical.

"But" I began "I'm all sticky from work. Lemme go take a shower and I'll be right out again." It was the truth. Working in an auto shop was nice, but dirty work. 

"OK. Don't take too long." She whispered in my ear as if someone could hear us. I got up and went to take a shower. But I didn't tell her I would have to relieve myself of this hard-on. But I was so caught up in thinking about her I forgot about it. I came back out in my black jeans and nothing else. 

"You're so sexy, Michael.." 

Now, I'm not one to consider myself 'hot' or 'handsome', But I am 6'2, very muscular, since I work out at the gym almost every day, and I do happen to have a six-pack that I'm very proud of. My hair is brownish black, and my eyes are hazel. But I was told by every girl I've ever dated that my eyes were like deep brown pools that they get sucked into, but I thought that was all just sweet-talk. 

"Well, my dear Erin, I think you look very sexy, too." 

I walked over to the love seat and picked up one of the two glasses of red wine and slowly sipped at it. She curled up in my lap again like before and gently nuzzled her head against my chest. 

'God,' I thought 'My cock is killing me right now. It could probably smash stone' 

She lifted her upper body up and faced me. But just as soon as I thought I couldn't get any harder, something happen that made my thought obliterate into a million pieces. 

Her top fell down and her breasts were fully exposed. She blushed and said "Oops" sounding very innocent. She re-tied it around her neck and playfully shoved my chest. 

"You should have taken a picture. That way you could look show them to your Buddy's at the shop" She joked. But something told me that I didn't need a picture much longer.. 

She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed again. This time it was much more passionate than any of the ones before. This one had love in it. And not brother-sister love, not best-friend love. This was a Lover's Love.

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Chapter Three is comming soon



Best Friends Ch. 02



I sighed contently; keeping my eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in. I could feel the warmth of a mid-summer day already seeping into the room where we lay. 

After fucking about 3 more times the previous night, Eric and I had finally made it to his bedroom, where we now lay. I had borrowed a white oxford shirt to sleep in; the fabric loose and comfortable as I leaned against him. His hand was stroking my hair as I lay there. I was on my side; one leg swung over his; wrapping around one of his as my hand rested on his chest. I cuddled in closer and he wrapped one arm around me. I opened my eyes.

"Hey sleepyhead." He grinned down at me. I giggled and yawned; stretching before going back to my previous position. His hand continued to play with my hair as I stroked his chest. He kissed my forehead and I looked up at him. 

I kissed him slowly before rolling on top of him and sliding off the bed with a grin. I moved over to pick up my clothes; which I had thrown into the dryer at some point. As I dressed; Eric leaned on one arm and watched me. "Can I help you?" I teased as I slid my skirt on. He grinned back.

"Yeah; by taking off those clothes," he responded and I went over to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"I have to go home for a little bit. My parents think I spent the night at Sarah's; they'll be expecting me soon." He sighed and stroked my leg quietly. I leaned over and kissed him again; this time a little more passionately. 

"I can't even convince you to maybe shower before you go home?" He whispered in my ear; his hands moving to remove my clothes again. I chuckled and kissed him again. 

"Well, I am pretty dirty," I trailed off. Without another word he leaned up and took my head in his hands; pulling him closer as our mouths connected; his hands quickly shedding off my clothes and my hands reaching to remove his boxers. We stood , our hands never leaving each others bodies, our mouths never separating as we found our way to his bathroom. He turned for a second to turn the shower on and we stepped in; kissing under the warm water. I shivered a bit as I felt his hands roam my body; tweaking a nipple; moving down my back; grabbing my ass. I giggled as I let my hands move from around his neck down to his cock; stroking it a bit as we kissed. He moaned against my lips as my tongue slipped into his mouth; caressing his tongue softly. He pushed me against one of the walls, his hands rougher on my skin as our passion grew. 

We parted momentarily; my deep green eyes alight with lust. He grinned at me as he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I reacted immediately as he held me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him. He kissed me deeply before sliding his cock in. I groaned and leaned against the wall, water still splashing down on us. He kissed my neck as he managed to get balls deep inside of me, pausing for a minute for us to catch our breath before starting to slowly move his hips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip as we stared at each other in lust and happiness. Our hips rocked back and forth, our mouths moaning as we fucked harder. We moved faster; my body starting to slam against the back of the shower, the hot water still sliding down our bodies. 

I leaned my head back against the wall as I felt my body near the edge. Eric could sense I was near and moved one hand from my back to my clit; his thumb playing with it slowly. I didn't even last another minute before I came, my orgasm flooding through me. I bit down on my lip hard, a groan escaping through my mouth as my body shook. I felt Eric start to cum inside me during my orgasm, and it edged me on. My cunt clapped down around his cock, milking him for all his sticky sweet cum. Our groans mixed together in the shower as our hips slowed down. 

As I caught my breathe and unwrapped my legs he slid out of me. He kissed me slowly as we backed into the water and washed up.

A couple hours later I was sitting on my bed, my sister drawing at my desk when my cell phone rang. 

"Thank you for calling Ashley's phone. How may I help you?" She answered and I chuckled. She was a good little secretary. She looked over her shoulder, her deep green eyes, so much like mine, staring at me. "It's Eric," she said and handed me the phone. 

I pushed my magazine away and rolled over to lay on my back. "Hey," I said, my face pulling into a smile automatically. I could feel my sister watching me.

"Hey, so I was wondering...maybe you could tell your parents you're at Angie's or something tonight and we could hang out again." He said, keeping his voice low. He knew my sister was still within hearing distance. 

I bit my lip; a habit even when the person I was talking to couldn't see me. "Sure," I said. "How about 8?" I asked, looking over at my sister to see if she knew what I was talking about. She seemed oblivious.

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you then." He said before hanging up. My heart flipped a bit as I closed my phone and put it next to me on the bed. 

"Are you going to see Eric tonight?" Emily asked, hopeful. "Is he going to come over!?" I chuckled and shook my head.

"No, sorry Em." I replied before tickling her. 

A few hours later I knocked on Eric's door. He answered, looking sexy as usual as he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. My arms went around his neck as we made out on his front porch for a few minutes. When we parted he kissed my forehead and pulled me into the house, leading me to his backyard. "Hope you brought your swimsuit," he said, "We're barbequing and chilling in the hot tub tonight," he finished with a wink. I grinned and placed my backpack on the couch as we walked to his back porch.

"Wearing it under my clothes," I responded as I sat down at that picnic table, relaxing with my feet up on one of the other chairs. "Need any help?" I offered and he shook his head no, throwing me a coke. I opened it and sipped some as I watched him flip the burgers. When he turned I was grinning at him, and he blew me a kiss. 

So much changes so quickly.

After we ate our hamburgers and pasta salad, he turned the hot tub on and ran into the house to change into his bathing suit. I slid out of my white shorts and pink wife beater tank, revealing a black halter bikini top and bottoms with little yellow and pale blue stars on them. I had already thrown my hair into a messy bun and was relaxing in the warm water when he reappeared. I looked up just to see him standing there watching me with a smile. 

"What?" I asked, coyly smiling back. 

"Nothing, you just look so damn sexy." I giggled and he slid in next to me, grabbing the soda out of my hands and placing it on the porch next to us; grabbing my head gently and pulling me in for a soft kiss. I moaned softly into his mouth and he chuckled and pulled away. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. 

We spent about a half hour in the hot tub before I proclaimed that I was already really hot and wandered over to his trampoline. He quickly followed, and we cuddled on the trampoline and talked. I kissed his cheek every so often, and he would kiss my forehead, stroking my hair that I had let back down as soon as we were out of the hot tub. 

At around 1 a.m. I started getting super horny again. I looked around, he lived in a quiet neighborhood, but the yards were pretty big and most people had some sort of fence. He had shrubs surrounding his backyard, but they weren't that high and I'm pretty sure if you wanted you could see us on the trampoline. Suddenly though, I didn't care. 

I kissed his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss my forehead. I took advantage and kissed him deeply, our tongues dueling in one another's mouths. I adjusted myself so that I was straddling him, the trampoline moving gently beneath us. I ground my hips against his, my hands grabbing his hair and pulling his head closer to mine. His hands were traveling my sides, caressing them softly. I moaned quietly into his mouth, encouraging him on. 

I let my hands travel his body as well, my fingers trailing his stomach as they moved lower and lower, finally hooking into his bathing suit and sliding it off, throwing it off the edge of the trampoline. He looked at me in surprise, and probably was about to protest before my hand gently grabbed his cock and started to stroke it in between us. He kissed me passionately again as my hand slid up and down, occasionally grabbing a hold of his balls and squeezing them gently too. He moaned quietly in my mouth before reaching up and untying my top, one hand focusing on teasing and playing with my tits. I grasped his cock harder as his tongue moved from my mouth down to my neck, finally playing and sucking on my nipples. 

All of a sudden he flipped me over, sliding his hands down from my tits to my bottoms, untying them at the sides and throwing them with the rest of our clothing. His hand returned to squeezing my thigh, his mouth returned to mine as we kissed passionately once more. I opened my legs slightly, inviting his hand further access up my legs. When his thumb gently started rubbing my clit I moaned automatically, rising my hips a little to his touch. He responded by sliding two fingers into me, slowly teasing me. It drove me insane. He managed to hook my g-spot and I shuddered, moaning loudly against his mouth. He grinned at me and started trailing his kisses down my body. I felt his tongue on my neck, moving down towards my tits again. He sucked and teased each nipple for a moment before letting his tongue trail down my stomach, kissing and sucking on it gently before he reached my clean shaven cunt. Two fingers still inside me, he moved his thumb and replaced it with his tongue. 

I groaned instinctively, my hands reaching down to wrap in his short hair. His tongue flicked and teased my clit as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of me, my cunt trying to squeeze them to stay in. He kissed my clit before letting his tongue slide down my slit, and with a long moan and shudder, I felt his fingers slide out of me and his tongue slide in. I was in paradise. 

He started to tongue fuck me for several minutes, my hands keeping his head to my cunt. I groaned loudly as my hips arched, cumming all around his tongue. He responded my tonguing me faster, bringing me right to the edge of a second orgasm. 

Right as I was about to scream, he pulled back. I groaned in frustration, biting my lip. "Eric-I-what?" I managed to choke out. He grinned and leaned over me, kissing me again. I could feel his stiff cock teasing my clit, sliding gently up and down my cunt. Quickly, I pushed Eric down and climbed back on top of him, grabbing his cock with a firm hand and placing it at my entrance. I slowly let the head of his cock fill me, stopping there, teasing both of us. 

He grabbed a hold of my hips, biting his lip in concentration as he watched me slide downwards on his cock, groaning when I managed to get him all the way inside me. My cunt started gripping his cock immediately. 

I leaned over, my hands on either side of his shoulders as I paused to collect myself. His mouth quickly found my nipples again, sucking on them. My cunt squeezed tighter, and I could tell I was on the brink of another orgasm already. I grabbed his head and kissed him fiercely before pulling back, straightening myself out. He held his grip on my hips as I started to ride him. 

The trampoline moved with us, increasing our tempo as our hips collided together. I groaned as I felt my pussy tighten and felt myself cum, closing my eyes as my hips continued to pump. His grip on my hips tightened along with my cunts grip on his cock, and we moved faster. I placed my hands on his chest, supporting myself as I rode him fast. Our breathing got heavier, my skin flushed. 

As we approached the end, I watched his face contort in pleasure. He moaned loudly and leaned up to kiss me, biting my lip gently as he pulled away. He started shooting inside me, and as I felt him cum and felt his teeth gently nibble my lip, I felt myself explode. I arched my back, riding my hips as fast as I could, moaning loudly. The neighbors could probably hear, but I didn't care. Eric's hands moved up my back, caressing my skin as we panted and groaned through an orgasm, my head leaned back as my eyes rolled. We slowed dramatically, the trampoline still bouncing as we moved. 

As I collapsed on top of him, he kissed me again. I rolled off of him, snuggling up to him as we caught our breath. He chuckled and kissed my forehead, stroking my hair once more. 

Looking up at the stars on the trampoline, the warm summer air touching our bare skin, all I could think of was how I never wanted this vacation to end.



Best Friends Ch. 02



Jaelyn sat painting her toenails a bright, fiery red. She'd begun drowning out Adrianna's chatter twenty minutes ago and was deep in her own thoughts.

"Did you hear what I just said?" asked Adrianna incredulously. She couldn't believe that Jaelyn was being so...un-Jaelyn. She was supposed to be the patient and attentive one; she was always there to listen to Adrianna's jabber. That's what she loved about the girl. But now it seemed that Jaelyn had clocked out and wouldn't be returning for a while. What was up with that girl? Adrianna huffed and got up to leave the room. "Seeya," she said, clearly perturbed.

"Seeya," Jaelyn returned, absentmindedly. She concentrated on executing smooth, accurate brush strokes and enjoyed the tickling sensation that managed to get past the barrier of her toenails. She wondered if she'd made the right decision.

*****

"...I would never want to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, just tell me now and I'll stop." Bryan was saying.

Jaelyn's heart skipped a beat. How had they gotten into this situation in the first place? Oh yeah, she turned her back one summer and he'd gone and turned into Prince Charming on her. And considering the delicious position she was in beneath his hard body and even harder cock, he was evidently damned good at his new role. And to think that only a few weeks ago she was in nearly the exact position with Keith.

*****

"Keith, I'm just not ready," Jaelyn whispered. He was grinding against her quite roughly and her vagina and nipples were still burning from his previous assault. The girls had talked about getting fingered as if it were a good thing but Jae had not been the least turned on when Keith had licked sloppily on her face and neck and exhaled his hot breath all over her breasts. So when he slid his hand down into her panties and forced his finger into her semi-moist pussy it was uncomfortable to say the least. She'd actually felt violated. 'Why aren't you wet for me?' he'd asked and Jaelyn couldn't think of a response that wouldn't hurt his feelings. 

Appearance wise Keith was very attractive to her, and all the other women for that matter. He was tall, with the physique of an athlete – which he most proudly was – and had gorgeous hazel eyes and creamy caramel skin to top it off. He kept his hair cut low with a sexy fade, and never stepped out in anything that wasn't stylish. Yet their relationship was sorely lacking in intimacy and intellect. They didn't hug or hold hands on a regular basis; due to Keith's strict schedule, they didn't stay up talking all hours of the night; they didn't even kiss until Keith was ready to get some kind of sexual gratification, and frankly Keith was quite bad at it anyway. Plus, he didn't seem interested in discussing anything much besides sports and sex. No talk about morals, values, politics, family or saving the environment – nothing that sparked Jae's interest since there was only so much you could say about sex when you weren't getting any. 

Yet, lying beneath Keith on his couch, Jaelyn felt like she owed him an explanation.

"I don't think we've been together long enough. Our three month anniversary is coming up. I promise I'll be ready then," she'd said hurriedly. And reaching to relieve his sexual tension with her hand instead, she honestly thought she would be.

When the time came, Jaelyn was almost excited. Almost. She was twenty years old and still hadn't lost her virginity and, according to everyone she knew, that was lame. Everyone except Bryan, that is. He at least thought it was pretty cool, yet he'd lost his virginity over the summer and then gone on to sleep with three other girls. What a double standard! She'd thought it was so unique that he was a guy and was still a virgin. As soon as he'd gotten a job as a construction worker, got a tan and grew some muscles, however, that was out the door. He'd certainly made up for lost time. Yep Jaelyn was determined to lose her virginity that night. 

But when she'd caught Keith messing around with some girl at the club that they were supposed to have met up at, she was relieved. She was pissed because she'd gone out and bought a sexy dress and a sexy set of lingerie specifically for that night, and because he had the audacity to embarrass her in a club full of people who were very aware of the fact that they were dating (and probably knew that he was supposed to get some tonight as well) – but, though it had been a sharp blow to her self esteem, her deepest feeling was pure relief. 

*****

Jaelyn stared up into Bryan's eyes. He was beautiful. His jet black hair that he'd decided to cut short over the summer, his thick expressive eyebrows, and his sparkling eyes, which were so damn sexy staring down at her, while he waited patiently for her response. She'd already learned to recognize that stare; it was most definitely lust. There was a mixture of something else there that she'd seen plenty of times before, but hadn't yet learned to read. Her gaze dropped down to his lips, red and slightly swollen from the kisses they'd shared. Could she ever have imagined what those lips could do? How they could make her feel? She reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him with all of her heart; and in that kiss was her answer.

She thoroughly enjoyed the passionate kiss Bryan bestowed upon her at her response. His tongue plunged into her mouth with a need that she'd recognized within herself, and therefore could recognize in Bryan as well. Jaelyn loved the feel of him rubbing his hardness against her and was utterly surprised when he moved away from her. He must not have gotten the hint!

"Bryan I want you to!" She gasped, suddenly cold from his absence. He looked at her and smiled.

"I know," he said and winked before getting up and sauntering to his dresser to retrieve a condom which he flashed at her. Oh. Embarrassment washed over her and she swallowed a lump in her throat. She was so hot and ready for him that she would have given it up completely unprotected and not thought twice about it. Luckily he was sane enough to use his mind. Though there was a twinge of regret when she realized she wouldn't feel the hot skin of his cock inside her pussy... 

Jaelyn watched as he removed his clothing before slipping back in bed beside her. The brief glimpse of his cock was enough to momentarily stop her heart. Exactly how was that supposed to fit inside of her again? Her fears disappeared when she once again felt his hot, moist mouth upon her neck. He was so sexy, she thought, as he gently nipped and sucked on her neck and ears, his soft hot lips grazing her sensitive skin. She couldn't believe the sensations he stirred in her as he slipped his hand down to her pussy and teased her clit with his fingers. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

"I...ooh...was just thinking..." she could barely speak through the sensations Bryan was stirring inside of her, "...the same about you," she managed and gasped when he slipped his finger into her extremely moist pussy. 

"You're so ready for me, Jae," he whispered as if he were surprised and extremely turned on by that fact. "You sure about this?" he asked. 

"Positive." She answered clearly and confidently. There was no way she was going to let him slip away without feeling him inside of her. She heard a package rip and felt him shift in the bed to turn the lamp on and slip the condom on his thick shaft. Her nerves kicked in. Was he going to keep the lamp on?

"I want to see you; I want you to see me," he said, as if, once again, he'd read her mind. She was going to argue that she saw him just fine in the dark but she had to admit that the light lent a lot more clarity to the scene. She saw how his skin had gone red with passion, how his pulse jumped in his throat, how his blue eyes were a shade darker than normal, how large his cock was...she groaned, arching her back and rolling her hips, waiting for him to touch her again. She didn't have to wait long. 

She avidly received his lips and tongue, sucking his tongue invitingly. She thought she would cream herself when he gently touched the head of his dick to her awaiting entrance. Oh goodness! He broke their kiss and she pushed away her disappointment.

"I'm going to slide in Jae, tap me if it hurts," she nodded her head and her heart jumped as he began urgently kissing her once again as he started sliding the head of his cock inside of her in long, slow increments. They had only just begun when she felt her vagina stretch widely to accommodate him, she tensed up. He froze, maintaining the kiss but waiting for her to adjust. 

"You okay?" he asked after a while, breathing unsteadily. She nodded.

"Please...keep going Bryan," she whimpered. She saw fire flash in eyes and witnessed his battle to control it. God she loved this man. The thought didn't surprise her as much as the sensation that washed through her at the realization. She wiggled her hips a little and heard Bryan suck in air. 

"Be still," he commanded. And she stilled at the dangerous look in his eyes, deciding not to tempt him any further...yet. Once again she welcomed his kiss. 

"Mmnnggh," she moaned into his mouth as he continued sliding his hard, thick cock into her soaking pussy. She had just started to enjoy the sensation of him moving forward at an excruciatingly slow pace when a sharp pain engulfed the inside of her vagina, she immediately tensed up and tapped his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said apologetically, his voice still husky with emotion. He stilled inside of her again, staring into her eyes. She waited a while, letting the pain slip away and embracing the sensuous fire that replaced it.

"S'okay Bryan, go ahead," she whispered, becoming increasingly hot for him once again. He continued. My, did he continue, she thought. It seemed like forever before he'd finally buried himself deep inside her to the hilt. He'd definitely reached places inside her that had never been discovered. He felt amazing inside her pussy, condom and all. He hovered over her and she felt his heart beating erratically and it seemed that her heart beat matched his to the tee. What was he doing to her? He languidly sucked on her tongue and nibbled on her lips until she wanted to scream.

"Uh, Bryan?" She didn't know what she would do if he didn't move inside of her that instant. He looked at her, his eyes sparkling with humor. She wanted to punch him.

"Yes sweetheart?" he asked sweetly. Oh so he wanted to play around? She'd take care of that. She rose her head up and licked his lips, then slid her tongue into his mouth. She slowly began rolling her hips in a circle and grinding her hot wet pussy onto his cock. He felt delicious. She quickened her pace, her nipples brushing against his chest through the fabric of his tee shirt. He groaned out loud and removed his tee shirt from her body while simultaneously withdrawing and then thrusting into her pussy. She thought she would die when he continued thrusting inside of her as he sucked on her tightened nipples. 

*****

Bryan hadn't known if he was in heaven or hell as he'd begun slowly sliding the head his throbbing cock inside of her tight, wet pussy. Heaven, he decided, thrusting inside of her yet again. He hadn't known he'd had that much will-power in his body, but she was worth every bit of the effort he'd delivered. He thought he would go crazy the first time she wiggled her tight little pussy on the head of his cock. He wanted to thrust into her so bad. He had to calm down because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and make this experience anything less than enjoyable. He wanted to make her come more than anything. He wanted her moaning his name in her sleep after this. He was so far gone, and didn't care about how he'd gotten there. 

He leaned down and sucked on her nipples again, swirling and flicking his tongue over the chocolate, puckered nubs. He pumped into her over and over again. Rapid breathing and the wet slaps of their intimate contact were the only sounds that could be heard. Her pussy was so fucking tight! He groaned and kissed her mouth, loving the taste of her tongue against his. She was moaning in his mouth and the vibrations combined with the fact that she was so obviously turned on made him crazy. He ground deeply into her pussy before withdrawing and repeatedly thrusting harder and faster into her tight, wet cunt. He thrust into her again and felt her pussy tighten drastically on his cock; she arched her back and whimpered. He looked at her face and almost blew his load. She was biting her lips and staring straight into his eyes; a haze blanketed her dark brown eyes. She was going to cum on his fucking cock!

He pounded into her with fervor, amazed that he'd held out this long. When he felt her pussy clamp down on his dick once again he thought he wasn't going to make it. She arched further, her bare nipples brushing against his chest.

"Ohh! Aaagghh.....BRYAN!!!" she screamed seconds before he felt moisture gush from her pussy down between her thighs, smearing on his as well. He slammed into her one last time before groaning aloud and filling the condom with his hot, thick semen. She shuddered, and he leaned his damp forehead against hers and kissed her hungrily. He was about to slide out of her and remove the condom before slipping back beside her when she simply said:

"Don't." At that he settled inside of her, supporting the majority of his weight with his forearms. "Lay down," she said. He chuckled.

"I refuse to take your virginity and then squish you all in the same night," he said smiling. 

"Please?" she asked. He lowered himself onto her in the most comfortable position he could think of and then rolled their bodies around until she lay on top of him. He heard her sigh. They waited there until his penis softened and slipped nearly all the way out of her pussy. She slipped off of him and allowed him to get up. He removed the condom from his sated cock and sauntered to the bathroom, throwing the condom in the trash on his way. He pissed and then grabbed a towel out of the closet and ran it under hot water, washing him self off before rinsing it again. 

He went back to her with the towel, kneeled on the bed and gently wiped the wetness from her thighs and pussy while she gazed at him, strangely aroused at the sight of a small amount of blood smeared between her legs. She was his now, he though possessively. She was fucking perfect. He admired her strong, toned thighs and her slightly swollen vagina. He brushed his index fingers across the soft, dark curls down there before getting up and throwing the towel in the hamper.

He returned to the bed, curled up beside her, and wrapped his arms around her warm body then realized that she had fallen fast asleep. He must have done something right he mused, kissing her shoulder and letting his heavy eyelids close. 

*****

Jaelyn applied the finishing touches to her toenails and admired her work. She got up to check her appearance in the full length mirror as she waited for the paint to dry. She'd chosen a form fitting pair of denim jeans that accentuated her hips and a flirty red blouse to wear. She applied some mascara and lip gloss. Approval gleamed in her eyes and a knock at her door caused her stomach to flutter. Her mind flashed back to their "morning after". 

*****

Jaelyn couldn't believe how fulfilled she was, simply waking up in Bryan's strong, capable arms. She felt a soreness in her vagina and, remembering what they'd done the night before, that fulfillment turned into the desire to be filled...again. He was still sound asleep beside her and she admired his profile for a few minutes before making her move.

She ran her hand across the side of his face, over his chest and down to his sated cock. Even flaccid it looked good enough to suck, and that was exactly what she planned on doing. She'd never had any desire to do it before but with Bryan, she wanted everything she could get. 

She removed the sheets from their bodies and situated herself so that she was straddling his knees. Neither one of them had bothered to put their clothes back on last night so they were both fully exposed and that fact turned her on even more. Bryan stirred and Jaelyn stilled. She didn't want him to wake up until his dick was in her wet, hungry mouth. Once he settled down she dropped her head down and slurped his soft penis into her wet mouth. It was buried in her mouth to the hilt when it began to grow, she glanced up at Bryan's face and realized he was staring right at her. Momentarily she felt embarrassed, what was she going through? But when he licked his lips and pressed his hardening dick deeper into her mouth, she went wild. 

*****

Bryan had been so afraid that last night was a one-time thing, that Jae would regret what they had done in the morning. Looking down at her now, he was ecstatic that it wasn't over after all. Her mouth on his cock felt amazing, she hadn't seemed to know quite what to do when it began growing in her mouth so Bryan raised his hips up to encourage her. It was awkward at first, at one point her teeth brushed against the sensitive skin of his head, but she got the hang of it and was now driving him insane. When he couldn't take it anymore he called her name and motioned with his head for her to come here. 

When she crawled up his body and straddled him he grabbed her and kissed her before grabbing her hips and pushing her wet, tight pussy onto his dick. He heard her gasp and felt like shit for hurting her but then she started grinding on his cock, her sexy tits moving up and down, her nipples hard. He sucked one of the chocolate buds into his mouth and then moved to take the other one. 

"Good morning to you too, sexy," he said to her, her nipple still in his mouth.

"Mmngh, Good morning," she said her head thrown back in ecstasy. Yep, this is how he wanted her every morning.

*****

"Someone's waiting downstairs for you," Jaelyn heard her RA's muffled voice through the door.

"Thanks," she said listening to Janet shuffle away. Grabbing her purse, phone and keys, she exited her room and headed down the steps. When she saw him her breath caught. She'd made the right decision. Standing there in a black button down shirt and a pair of light jeans, looking up at her with lust and excitement in his eyes, Bryan was the epitome of sexy. How had she missed him? 

"Ready sweetheart?" he asked. She nodded moving down the steps and into his embrace. The mixed aroma of Irish Spring, Tide and a scent that was purely Bryan engulfed her and she rose up to meet his lips. They kissed passionately right there in the lobby and Jae could feel eyes glued on her, but feeling his hands gripping her hips and his tongue against hers, she didn't give a damn. This was her man and she made sure everybody in the room was made well aware of it. Yep, she'd definitely made the right decision.

"I don't think you are," he stated. She broke the kiss and looked up at him, confused. Humor sparkled in his eyes. "It turns me on knowing you're that excited to see me," he whispered in her ear, glancing down pointedly. She followed his gaze and her eyes lit upon her bare feet and glossy red toenails. He chuckled and she was sure her face was red with embarrassment. She wiggled her toes and gave him a peck on his sexy lips before running to retrieve her strappy red sandals. The man drove her crazy, she thought wistfully, and smiled at the warm feeling that overcame her as she headed back down the steps.

**********

Hey all! Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Originally this was only supposed to have two parts, but if you are interested in reading more about Jae and Bryan then let me know and I'll do what I can! Thanks for all the positive comments and support! Later!



Best Friends Ch. 02



It is highly recommended that the reader complete Best Friends, before continuing on to part two. The author apologizes, as this segment should have been included in the original, but was inadvertently omitted during editing.

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Mickey wakes as pre-dawn lightens the side of the tent turning the world a soft blue. Somehow he has separated from Lance during the night. He peers over at his friend. Lance lies on his back, softly snoring. His cock, looking very large even in the brightness of day and even in its now shrunken state, lies softly against his upper thigh, its dark wrinkled foreskin glued there by a crusted gob of dried cum. Mickey smiles. The musky scent of dried jism and old sweat fills the tent. The events of the previous night flood back into his consciousness. He remembers taking the full length and weight of his friend's manhood so smooth, so firm and wet, into his mouth. His groin contracts. 

Blood begins to surge into his small shriveled cock. It begins to rise and harden. He touches himself, amazed at his response to another man. Sure he had thought about it, fantasized. But it had always been just that, fantasy. But now! Now he had to admit . . . What? That he was queer, gay? He tried to think, to picture any other cock he may have seen. In the showers at school, at the gym. Did they really turn him on? He didn't think so. He wasn't gay. But then how do I explain . . this? (Fingering his dick. Exploring).

Lance moans in his sleep and shifts his body on the wrinkled sleeping bag, obviously dreaming. Mickey watches, fascinated as Lance's cock began to pulse and grow in his sleep. His desire, his need to touch it is inexplicable. Is it possible, after all these years, that he is actually in love with lance? Involuntarily his hand reaches slowly out, closing around his friend's growing penis, carefully, softly. His own cock throbs, his ass clenches. What does that mean? He lets himself feel it again. What if? What if Lance. If he . . .? What would it feel like to have his friend, now his lover . . . inside him? The image fills his mind of Lance's huge manhood filling him from behind. Suddenly a new desire fills Mickey. A new need! His young cock stands suddenly a full inch larger, harder, than it has ever been.

His hand closes more tightly over Lance's cock, his fingers barely fitting around its girth. As Lance's dream progresses, the large cock begins to leak fluid. Mickey's hand slides easily up and down its length. The loose foreskin tightening, sliding wetly, alternately exposing and covering Lance's plum colored head. Lance's eyes flit open, looking straight into him. He smiles, bends and takes the full length into his mouth, his throat. His head bobs up and down, but only a few times. As Lance wakes fully, becoming aware of Mickeys actions, Mickey releases the huge mass from his mouth and wordlessly turns, placing his head down onto his own sleeping bag and his ass high in the air. He smiles back at Lance's questioning face and mouths a single word.........."YES!"

Lance approaches his best friend from behind, shaking the cobwebs from his mind, his mighty manhood jutting achingly. "There was no way," he thinks to himself," that his big cock can fit where his friend seems to want it." The thought of hurting his lifelong friend is abhorrent to him, but the small white freckled globes of Mickey's ass are tenderly exciting, the small tight ring at their center deeply inviting. He runs his hands softly, tenderly over Mickey's lower back, his buttocks. "Oh Mickey" he sighed, "I don't want to hurt you"

"Will it hurt so much," Mickey asks?

"Yes I think it will Mick. I am afraid so."

"Will it? I want it bad. I think I want to . . . to give uh . . .myself to you, my . . .my . . .my friend. My lover. I think, no, I know, I love you!"

"I don't really know, uh, how, er, what to do. You know I have never uh, er, done uh, this before."

"Oh Lance, I know. Me neither. Before last night I would have never imagined this. But now I want it. I want it bad! I want it so much for you. To give myself to you. Only to you. Last night, this morning I realized. All these years. I love you Lance!" 

By this time Lance's cock is leaking so heavily that a small puddle has formed at the base of Mickey's spine. Remembering hearing something about lubrication being necessary for this act, he dips his dick in the puddle, rubbing the slippery pre-cum all around, over and under his foreskin. He moistens his other hand. When his fingers touch the tight pink rosebud of Mickey's ass hole, Mickey jumps and moans. Lance's cock jumps in response.

Repositioning himself behind his friend, Lance rubs the slipperiness round and round the tight hole, then entering, first only one finger, working his friends hole, gently teasing, then a a second finger, bolder now, moving them inside Mickey, turning and wiggling them, easing open his friend's tiny backside.

Mickey speaks not at all, his responses purely physical, moaning and rotating his ass back toward his best friend. Taking in his fingers as he will soon take more; afraid, oh so afraid, yet pantingly eager, wanting. "More," he says, "More, Lance!" He feels the heat and weight of Lance's plum sized cock head touch his puckered anus and gasps, then holds his breath.

Behind him Lance grunts and pushes forward, but Mickey's fear and tightness deny him entrance. He pushes forward harder. Still the virginal entrance denies him access. "Oh Mickey, he says with a touch of sad regret, "Mickey!" He shoves forward with a mighty thrust. His foreskin slides back as his plump purple head pops past his friends tight spincter.

Mickey Cries out loudly, "OH!" His voice holds a hint of pain, of fear, but also of longing and long sought fulfillment.

Lance touches Mickeys buttocks and back tenderly. "Are you okay, good buddy? Am I hurting you?"

"Yes, uh, no, that is it hurts me yes! Yes my friend, my lover, yes it hurts, but, but I want it, I want you, more, more oh please Lance."

Lance looks down in amazement; his rigid rod is sticking out of the cute pink backside of his life-long best friend. But somehow . . . somehow it feels . . . right. Taking Mickey's freckled thighs in his hands, he holds his friend steady as he slowly eases his hot manhood in more deeply. More. Time seems suspended. The sun, now high on the blue tent, has turned the world into an eerie azure hue, as if to accent the strangeness of the events unfolding, and to highlight their importance. Both young bodies are coated in a sheen of pungent young male sweat. 

Lance's hands run damply over Mickey's body, trailing over his back, his thighs, then reaching under to caress his chest, feeling the eraser-hard nubs of nipples against his palms. His massive phallus is now deeply embedded in his friends small body. Mickeys voice has settled to a single, subtle monotonic note, filled with panic and fear and passion.

"Okay, buddy, here we go, Lance says as he begins a long slow withdrawal followed by a slow reentry. His hands on Mickey's hips now have left blood red imprints on the soft pink skin, the freckles blaze crimson.

For many long minutes the two friends remain locked in love; Lance, behind, hips sliding forward and back in long low slow strokes; Mickey in front hissing, "Yes! Oh god Lance, yes! Yes!"

Lance watches his large phallus slide in and out of Mickeys cute pink butt, thinking, "Why oh Why did we wait all these years?" His mind flashes back to a long ago time, the only other time he has seen his friend naked. A bunch of the guys, hot and weary from a days caddying at the local course, have driven to the nearby abandoned gravel pit and gone skinny dipping. Now, after all these years, he remembers the two of them, Mickey and he, standing side by side undressing. He had forgotten the surge of heat that had run through him as Mickey's small pink body, his tiny cock became exposed. Mickey had blushed then, turning his back, ashamed of his small dick, but Lance had feasted his eyes on the cute pink freckled globes of his friend's tight ass. For a moment. Then it was gone.

But now the heat flashes back into him! Lance begins increasing the length, the strength of his thrusts. He watches the sheath of Mickeys rectum slide part way out of the small hole with each withdrawal, grasping his wide cock and seeming to pull it back in. Passion consumes him. 

Thrusting harder and harder he begins to call Mickey's name, fearing the pain he causes his friend, but burning with the need now to pierce, fill, possess. His mighty thrusts drive Mickeys small form down against the twisted sleeping bags. Once again Mickey cries out loudly, then goes still. Lance feels Mickey's body go completely slack, his anus opening finally, fully to admit him, all trace of fear and reluctance vanishing.

Beneath him, Mickey releases himself to the total loss of self, the utter fulfillment of complete submission, Barely breathing he murmurs, "Take me Lance, Oh God Lance, Take me!"

And Lance needs little encouragement to comply. Over and over he rams himself deep and hard into his friend. He feels wild, evil, brutal, but consumed. He feels the seed rising in him, hot, so hot. Mickey's body below him is crimson, speckled with blood red freckles. As his cum begins to surge from him, lance feels Mickey's tight ass contacting and releasing over and over around his cock. He presses down hard and deep, holding his best friend's body tightly against him, the cum pouring hotly from his swollen cock, deep inside Mickey.

Lance growls and howls like a primitive beast, but below him Mickey has begun to weep softly, his small body shaking with sobs.

As consciousness returns to lance, the tears of his life-long friend penetrate his consciousness, and fearing he has harmed Mickey, he pulls his long slick cock from his friend's anus and props himself up on his arms over his friend.

Mickey cries out, "No!" as Lance's cock leaves him, the sense of loss obvious in his tone. 

"Oh Mickey, Mick, oh god Mick are you okay? Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

Struggling below Lance, Mickey manages to turn on his back, throwing his arms and legs around Lance and crying out, oh Shhh, Shhh. Just hold me! Just shut up and hold me!"

Lance rolls to his side, enclosing his friend's small body in his and rocking lightly. Small as it may be, he can clearly feel Mickeys iron hard cock against him. It troubles him that Mickey has not cum, unaware that his friend has, this day, experienced fulfillment of a different sort.

After a time, Mickey rolls himself atop Lance, takes his lover's face in his hands and looks deep in his eyes. "Lance? Don't talk, don't say anything right now, ok. I just. . . I have to tell. . . you if I can put it into words . . . That, this, you, er what . . . what we just did. It was, is the most incredible, mind altering thing that has ever happened to me. It was like . . . like . . . like when you have an orgasm and you almost loose yourself, you know, but I. . . I did, I mean it was so incredible actually having you inside , I mean your body, your, you know your cock, so big and so huge and so hot, actually IN me, filling me, It was like I just gave myself away to you and and, oh I can't explain it!" he buries his face in lance's chest and covers it with kisses and tears.

Lance is silent for many minutes, not knowing what to say, not knowing what, if anything, is appropriate. Finally, lifting Mickey's face, he says. So what now, what's next, where do we go from here?"

Mickey's face lights with a smile. "I don't know, good buddy. I am not in a position to decide anything right now and neither are you. This is only the first night of our canoe trip and we still have four more nights together," giggling, "I'll think of something! 

"Well what are we gonna do about this," Lance asks, fondling Mickeys still iron hard cock, his rigid balls.

By now Mickey's small stiff cock is so sensitive that he almost pulls away from his friend's affection. He wants badly now, to cum, but is uncertain where their relationship is headed. Lance takes control, pushing Mickey to a sitting position on his chest. He then begins immediately to pump the small cock hard and fast. In moments, Mickey's cum splashes on lance's chest, neck and face, a giant load of cum from such a small source. Lance pulls Mickey's face down into the puddles of cum and the couple nuzzles around, rubbing their faces in the cum, lapping it up and swapping it back and forth it on their tongues and lips and in their mouths. Finally, they finish with the long ardent and passionate kisses of the lovers they have now become.



Best Friends Ch. 02



Chapter Two

Typical fucking Dad: the worst man on the planet for communication. It was part of the general history of my parents' relationship that Mom was always trying to get a date with the elusive Jared Smitinger, my father by unfortunate consequence. He never phoned her, and she was sure for a while that he didn't actually like her until she accidentally ran into him at a concert and hooked up with him. I still haven't decided if their chance meeting was a blessing or a curse, considering I wouldn't have been conceived otherwise.

But I had started jumping to conclusions, and I realized I was supposed to be making an honest effort of actually liking my dad. "Emergency?" I asked, shifting my weight on my feet.

Doug stood aside so I could come into the house. "Yeah, he's on call this weekend. A pipe at the job site dislodged, and now its flooding the place and making a skating rink."

"On call? On his birthday?"

"Money can't buy you happiness, but it can get you everything you want," Doug replied, giggling to himself. I slid my feet out of my shoes and shot him a dry look. He stopped laughing and took a sip of his beer.

"Um... who are you, anyway?" I asked, unbuttoning my coat.

"I work with your dad," Doug said as I hung up my jacket in the closet. "Why, doesn't he ever talk about me?"

"No."

"Oh."

I walked into the living room and plopped onto my usual sofa. The TV was on some prime time channel, but it was on mute. I sat down and watched the screen without much interest, watching two characters scream into each other's face silently.

Doug followed me and sat on one of Dad's two recliners. He took a long draught of his beer, and I tried to avoid watching him and searched for the remote.

"Why did you have it on mute?" I asked, flipping through the channels. I must have gone through eight commercials on ten different channels before I found a news station.

"I couldn't find anything I liked."

"So why didn't you turn it off?"

"I like having something to look at."

So far Doug and I had exchanged more words than my father and I do on an average night.

I took the TV off of mute and we listened to an evening report about traffic and projected weather. Both had shitty prospects.

"So, uh... you work? In school?"

"I'm at the University," I replied. "Second year. Biological sciences."

"Hoo. Sounds smart."

I shrugged, then flipped the channel when a story about an abortion rally at a clinic came on. There was some sort of sitcom on the next channel; some dolled-up actress was blithering on about some boy. I gave up trying to find something engaging and just stared at the screen, twirling a lock of my hair around my finger, comparing myself to the actress. I had nice, arrow-straight hair that was a rich shade of reddish brown. I had a fairly simple look to me – I never went over and beyond the call of duty to look particularly stunning, like the girl did on TV, but I thought I looked pretty in a plain way.

"Oh, shit, uh – you watching this?" Doug asked a few minutes later.

What a dumb fucking question, I thought. But I said I wasn't.

"Mind if we watch the game? It's on channel twenty-two. Almost forgot."

I closed my eyes, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel for Doug. And I was beginning to think he was different from my dad.

It was a football game. I know squat about football, but I tried to scan the details anyway without much luck.

"Who's playing?" I asked.

"Indianapolis Colts versus Jacksonville Jaguars," Doug replied enthusiastically. "Looks like the Colts have 'em by the throat."

"Oh," I muttered. I looked at the score, but it didn't mean anything to me. Dad once tried to explain to me how many points a team got for what kind of score, and I failed to wrap my head around the fact that a team always scored five or seven points instead of just one.

"That Coach, Caldwell, is a rookie, but he's doin' a pretty good goddamn job," Doug continued. "They're still workin' the winning streak."

Doug continued to chatter about the Colts, and I started to tune him out. I could care less about football – I'm a girl. But even though I was ignoring his words, I was listening to the sincerity in his voice. Eventually I turned to look at him as he talked to me; he was leaning on his elbows, and he motioned with his hands as he explained the team dynamics to me. There was a hint of a smile on his face, and he was watching the TV screen intently, as if he were studying a painting and telling me everything he saw.

Doug was a pretty hot guy for someone my dad's age. He had age wrinkles around his mouth, eyes, and forehead, but it served to make him look more distinguished. He had a jawline that was sharp but not too angular. Whenever he spoke, I watched how his adam's apple slid up and down his throat and I would think how good it looked underneath that jaw.

"...now. Watch this," he said, pointing to the TV. I was so deep in thought that I almost didn't catch his words and turn around. But I looked at the screen in the nick of time to see what Doug was pointing out to me: some player ran forward on the field and kicked the ball from underneath someone's finger, and it went flipping high through the air in between the two goal posts.

"Ysss!" Doug hissed, pumping his fist and rocking back in the recliner. "Damn, that kid can kick a ball!"

"Was that your team?" I asked.

"Yeah," he laughed, keeping his eyes on the TV, "weren't you listening to me?" 

"Yeah. I was just checking."

My cheeks were bound to be burning bright red.

The phone rang a minute or two later, and both Doug and I started to get up to answer it. He smiled at me and waved his free hand. "It's okay, sweetheart, I got it." He stood up and made towards the kitchen.

Sweetheart. I watched him go, my nerves tingling like I'd just fallen off a cliff.

The kitchen was free-standing between two hallways and the living room; most of the counters were island-style, and the phone cradle was on the corner of the counters, so Doug was able to just reach over and pick up the receiver.

"Yello?" he answered. "Hey, Jared. Yeah, she's here." 

I automatically squinted in disapproval; my dad was likely to say something along the lines of: "Sorry I'm late, I'll be there soon, I promise," even though he wouldn't really promise anything of the sort.

"Yeah, it's no problem. We're actually hitting it off," Doug said, motioning enthusiastically with his beer. My heart stole a beat, and I twisted my fingers together.

"Okay. See you, bud." Doug replaced the receiver in the cradle, then turned back to the living room. I looked away quickly to the TV, trying to hide the fact that I'd been watching him the entire time. There were two men with headsets sitting at a desk talking nonsensically about the football game. Or, at the very least, they were talking about balls.

"He said he would be a little late, but he promised he'd be home before nine," Doug told me. I rolled my eyes – I could predict my dad to a T.

"I think your dad planned on going out to dinner with you tonight, but he doesn't know if he can make that, so he suggested maybe ordering pizza and wings. Whad'you think?"

"That sounds fine to me," I said. Suddenly I didn't mind that there was a stranger here waiting with me for my dad to come home. And suddenly I was glad he wouldn't be coming home for hours.

*****

After three hours, it was after nine o'clock, and my trustworthy dad wasn't home, or hadn't called to let us know where he was. But I hadn't given him a thought since he had last called. We had ordered pizza and eaten it an hour and a half ago – Doug got cheese pizza just for me, and he ordered an extra large meat lover's for him and my dad. Over the course of three hours I'd learned that Doug had been working with my dad for four years, that the two of them went out for beers every Friday night, and that they had something of a bromance; they'd go to movies together, go out to restaurants, and hang out when they needed someone to talk to. Best friends. I wondered why Dad never talked about Doug in the many empty silences we had.

We were watching The Godfather on TV; we'd just caught the beginning of it on some sort of unrated movie channel. I'd seen it before with my dad, but I'd only pretended to watch it to humour him. So I really didn't know what it was about. I was dazing in and out of the movie, thinking about school, friends, and vaguely wondering about Doug, when something unexpected happened on the screen.

I had no idea there was a sex scene in The God Father.

My eyes bugged and I froze in my seat. I stated at the screen incredulously, as if it made a conscious slight against me by playing a sex scene while I was next to a man roughly twice my age. I squirmed motionlessly, watching the characters fuck against a door. Someone interrupted them briefly, but then they continued, and the scene was over.

It couldn't have lasted more than ten seconds, but it kept burning in my mind long after the commercials started to play. I discreetly looked over at Doug from the corner of my eye; he had cracked another beer and was sipping at it contentedly, unperturbed by anything.

I started to notice the heat between my legs.

Shit, no, I groaned mentally. I couldn't be turned on here, not at my dad's house, not with a complete stranger sitting two feet away from me. I rarely felt aroused, and whenever I did I was in a convenient location to satisfy myself. I'd never been in someone else's home. But I'd never been this suddenly horny. And from a mediocre, short-lived sex scene.

But it was only the sex scene that pushed me over the edge.

I looked at Doug from the corner of my eye again, and it only got more intense.

"I'll be right back," I said, getting up off the couch.

"Don't take too long, it'll start again soon," he replied, then took another nonchalant sip of his beer.

I crossed the living room to the furthest hallway. I walked into the bathroom at the end, flicked on the light and closed the door swiftly behind me. I turned on the fan as well, just to make cover noise, then made sure the door was locked.

I leaned against the bathroom sink with a light sigh, carefully undoing my belt buckle and my pants. I slid them down my hips to just under my ass, then shuffled upwards to sit on the edge of the counter. I was just the right height that it was comfortable to sit with my head leaning against the mirror with my feet just barely off the ground. Then I slowly ran my hands over my thighs before lightly touching myself over my panties.

I moaned softly, overly satisfied with finally being able to attend to myself. It felt like I had been waiting all day for this. I slowly rubbed two fingers over the lining of my lips, and was surprised to find that I was so wet that I was soaking through my underwear. I had never been that wet, or at least not while I was aware of it. What surprised me more was that after only seconds, I needed more intense stimulation.

I tried slipping my hand under the waistband of my briefs, and sucked in a breath of surprise at how much more pleasurable it was. I had a relatively sensitive clit, or so I used to think, so I had never been able to touch myself directly. I had always needed at least one layer between my fingers and myself. But I was so wet that it felt like I was dipping my fingers in warm oil, and it felt good.

I could feel heat spreading across my chest, and I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra with my free hand as I continued to massage circles on my lips. When I was free from my bra, I lifted it and my shirt up over my bust. Even the feel of the cool air on my nipples was enticing enough. I lightly pinched one of them between my fingers, and I arched my back as I suppressed a yelp of pleasure.

When I say I've never been this aroused, I'm painfully honest. I'd never had a boyfriend, but I'd had one or two sexual encounters before. My first time was with a drunk frat guy I took advantage of in first year, and my second was with a friend of a friend who asked if I wanted to pass time. Both events were largely unmemorable and fairly disappointing. I'd grown not to expect much from sex, and I didn't think much of guys, considering I'd never been overly attracted to them. Until now.

I felt perverse for finding an interest in Doug – for one, he was a recreation of my dad, about his age, and out of my league. Not that I thought of either of us as better than the other, but rather we were in totally different sports altogether. I was meant for college boys, he for divorced women nearing forty. But the look of his worn yet soft caramel skin and that perfectly angled jaw had drawn me in to all the other features that made me undeniably attracted to him physically.

I wasn't nearing an orgasm yet, but the tension was already surpassing anything I'd remembered enjoying. My mouth fell open slightly – I couldn't keep it closed anymore. It was also getting increasingly difficult to muffle my moans, and I hoped that I was being quiet enough to at least avoid gaining Doug's attention.

But I started to wonder what would happen if he did hear me. I fantasized about him coming into the bathroom, seeing me touch myself, then slowly pulling my pants the rest of the way down before he removed his own and fucked me against the bathroom sink.

I started to feel the build, and I gasped as I imagined his dick pressed up against my opening, teasing me. I rubbed my breast with the palm of my hand, the tingling in my nipples only adding to the burning in my thighs and the ache in the pit of my stomach.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream and arched my back again as I reached my peak. My thighs trembled and my lungs were robbed of air as my muscles clenched themselves, sending waves through my body. It was so intense that for a moment noise escaped my throat. I covered my mouth with my free hand and tried to muffle the sounds with low grunts. I rocked against my hand with each wave, riding out my orgasm.

It was, undoubtedly, the best one I'd ever had.

It must have been a good three or so minutes before the shock waves subsided. My legs were trembling so much that I didn't think I would be able to stand if I tried.

I heard a shuffle from behind the door. I froze - I nearly pissed myself in fright. I held back my yelp and tried to keep myself from flailing off the counter. 

Then he walked away.

I sat still like a statue for nearly a solid minute. The only thought that ran through my head constantly was if he had been listening the entire time or not.



Best Friends Ch. 03



This is the last of the "Best Friends" series. I recommend you read "Best Friends 2" in the TOYS section before reading this story first. If you wish to add "chaining" to your sexual repertoire, I strongly recommend that you research the subject thoroughly before attempting it!  Enjoy! – IluvAnal

"Shit!" I swore to myself when the dogs began loudly announcing that someone was coming up the drive.

Four hours previous, I had kissed my wife, Ellen, goodbye as she and some friends were leaving for a four-day golf trip. The minute she left, I stripped and got to work painting the dining room.

I got down from the ladder, put on a pair of jockey shorts and made my way to the living room to see who had arrived. I peeked out through the blinds and saw Sarah, Ellen's best friend, getting ready to ring the doorbell. Ellen had told me that Sarah might drop by to pick up some Yoga tapes. I walked around to the other door and let her in.

"Hey George, did you get any paint on the walls?" She was obviously referring my paint-encrusted torso.

"That's why I paint naked, better than ruining clothes." I was walking to the kitchen and Sarah was following.

"Ellen was going to leave some Yoga videos out for me."

"They're on the kitchen table. She didn't think you'd be by until tomorrow. You want a cup of coffee?"

"Please. I had some errands to run, figured I swing by today. Don't let me stop you from your painting."

"I won't. You know where everything is. Fix yourself a cup and join me in the dining room." With that I left the kitchen, removed the boxers and ascended the ladder. I thought nothing of exposing myself to Sarah, she had seen me naked many times before.

"You're getting there." She said, when she entered the room. "Ellen has been talking about painting this room for a year."

"I figured this was a good day to get it done. As soon as this lousy weather breaks, I'll be spending most of my time in the gardens." I dipped the brush in the paint can and turned my back to Sarah and began painting the border between the wall and ceiling. 

"What the hell is that sticking out of your ass!" She asked when she saw the chrome-plated chain link sticking out of me. The rest of the chain, two feet total, was buried deep in my bowel.

"A chain." I answered nonchalantly. Sarah had seen and placed all kinds of objects in my ass. I didn't think this was any big deal.

"A chain? What an ass slut you are!"

"That's me!" I said, proudly, dipping the brush again. "Haven't you ever played with chain before?"

"Can't say as though I have."

"You don't know what you've been missing."

"I can't believe Ellen goes along with it."

"Not in her ass, but she loves it in her vagina. I put it in her and start to play. Just as she starts to come, I pull it out. Sends her right into orbit. When I get this job done, I am going to jack off and when I come, I'll pull it out. It's the best orgasm you can have- alone."

Sarah snickered. "What a pervert you are."

"Don't knock it until you try it."

******

I expected Sarah to finish her coffee and leave, but she was still there long after the cup was dry. We chatted and she told me about her new boyfriend. After the string of losers she has had, this one seemed to be a decent guy that treated her well. I was glad that she finally had the opportunity to be happy, but since he had entered her life, Sarah didn't come over and play with us anymore.

Two hours after she had arrived, I put the last bit of paint on the wall. I stood back and surveyed the room. "What do you think?"

"Looks good. Ellen will be pleased," Sarah said.

"I'm ready for a cocktail. You want anything?" I asked while putting the cover on the paint can and collecting the brushes and rollers for cleaning.

"What do you have?"

"Wine, beer or rum."

"Wine sounds fine."

"Help yourself and pour one for me, too, while I clean this stuff up."

Sarah grabbed a bottle out of the closet and poured a couple of glasses. I was cleaning the brushes at the sink. She walked up behind be and gave the chain in my ass a playful tug.

I stiffened- for two reasons. First, it took a great deal of effort to keep the chain in place, I was afraid that any manipulation would cause a "chain reaction" and it would fall out before I was ready. The other thing was that I was certain that Ellen would be upset (no, down right pissed) if she knew that Sarah was playing with my ass while she was absent.

"I hope Gary likes ass play as much as you."

"You don't know?"

"I haven't let him screw me yet. And I don't want to scar him away. But, I'm so horny I'm about ready to crawl out of my skin. Seeing that chain sticking out of your ass hasn't helped either. I still can't believe Ellen goes along with you. I've known her for twenty years and I didn't think she had a kinky bone in her body."

"I hate to tell you how long we had that strap-on before she would use it on me. Now, she loves it. It was the same with the chain." 

Sarah drained the last few drops of wine from her glass. "Mind if I have another?"

"Help yourself." 

She poured another glass, then out of the blue asked, "So, when were you planning to jerk off?"

"Whenever. I was going to reward myself for finishing the painting." I poured another glass for myself.

"Well, the painting's done." The implication of her sentence was obvious.

"You want to watch?" I knew the answer.

"Isn't more fun to have somebody else pull it out?" Well, I thought I knew the answer. She didn't want to just watch, but she wanted to participate.

"I don't think Ellen would approve. Do you?"

"Probably not." Sarah replied sadly. "But, I won't tell if you don't."

We sat and drank in silence for a few minutes. The conversation had given me a raging hard-on and the testosterone and wine began to impair my judgment. "Why not." I finally said.

Sarah's blue eyes brightened.

We went into the living room, I laid down upon a towel and raised my knees so that Sarah had access to the exposed end of the chain. She took a seat between my legs.

"Ok, now how do we do this?" She asked.

I took my pole in my fist and slowly began to stroke. "When I say 'Now', you pull the chain. Pull it all out in one motion." With that, I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on what I was doing.

As the pending orgasm began to build in my balls and prostate, I increased the pumping of my prick. I felt something touch the sensitive head of my dick, but I was too close to release to investigate. My hand was moving faster and I soon felt the unmistakable touch of a tongue on my shaft and soon my hand was bumping into a pair of lips that were working my shaft in unison with my hand.

"Now!" I yelled, as the first of my semen began coursing it's way to the outside.

On command, Sarah pulled the length of chain out of my anus. My sphincter clamped down on each emerging link. Stream after stream of my cum erupted from my cock and into the woman's mouth. My hips bounced uncontrollably, forcing my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. By the time the effects of the orgasm had worn off, Sarah had masterfully gleaned every drop of semen from my shaft.

A few moments later, the full realization of what had just transpired came to me. We had definitely crossed the line.

As if reading my mind, Sarah looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist." There was nothing more to say. What was done, was done.

"It felt wonderful." I said, finally. "Thank you."

Sarah held up the slippery chain that she had pulled out of my ass. "I can't believe you have all of this in there."

"The one I use on Ellen is twice that long." I failed to mention that two feet of it was all I could ever fit in her.

"Really!" She said. "I've got to go to the bathroom." She got up and went upstairs.

I got up, poured another glass of wine and began to pick up the drop cloth from the dining room floor, all the while, trying to shake the pang of guilt I felt.

In the amount of time Sarah had been in the bathroom, I had managed to remove all of the protective masking tape from the woodwork, picked up the drop cloths and had taken the ladder out to the garage. When I got back into the house, Sarah was standing in the dining room, stark naked, holding the four foot length of chain, the tube of KY Jelly and an empty enema bottle. She had gotten into our "toy" chest.

I stood speechless at the sight. For a woman that had just turned fifty, she still looked mighty fine. Noticeably absent from the last time I had seen her naked, was the large, hairy bush that once covered her pubis.

She was the one to break the silence. "I know what you are thinking, but I'm horny and this may be the last time you get a chance to teach me the chain trick." She was right about that. If Ellen found out about this, it would be last time I would have a chance to breathe!

"What the hell. You know what will happen if Ellen ever finds out about this?"

"Believe me, I know! But, I am certainly not going to be the one to tell her."

I nodded. "Very well. Go into the living room. I'll be there in a minute." I took the empty enema bottle from her to throw in the trash. "I take it you want the works."

Sarah smiled. She had a lustful look in her eyes.

I went into the kitchen and got everything I would need- a towel, a large, plastic garbage bag and a bowl. Sarah was lying on the carpeted floor on her back.

"Pick up your butt." I ordered. When she complied I laid the bag on the floor and covered it with the towel.

"Why the plastic?" She asked.

"You'll see." I said making the rest of the preparations.

The secret to making "chaining" a pleasurable experience is making certain that there are no sharp mill marks and using plenty of lube. I took the chain, placed it in the bowl and squeezed half a tube of the KY on it. I then "stirred" the mixture until a thick layer of lubricant covered every inch of the chain.

"Are you ready?" I asked. Sarah nodded. "OK, roll over and stick your ass in the air."

When Sarah was situated, I stuck a finger in the bowl and covered it with a generous amount of the jelly. I then slowly inserted the finger into the woman's tight pucker. Her body resisted, at first, but my finger soon found it's way in- enticing a moan of pleasure. When my finger was able to move about freely, I placed another finger in along side and buried both to their full length. Within a few moments, I was aggressively screwing Sarah's ass with the two fingers-much to her delight.

I withdrew the fingers grabbed one end of the chain and inserted the first 1/4-inch thick link. Inserting chain into either the anus or vagina needs to be done very carefully to prevent pinching. I compressed the second link into the first and pushed it in. The process was continued, link by link, until I had a foot of chain inserted Sarah's greedy ass. In the position she was in, the weight of the chain kept it straight, so that it tickled the sides of the colon for it's entire length. When you insert the chain while lying on your back, on the other hand, it has a tendency to "ball up" (my preference as it puts pressure on the prostate). 

I allowed Sarah to get used to the feeling, gave her three hard, open-handed spanks that elicited a screech of surprise and pleasure. I instructed her to roll over. Without the cover of hair, her bald pussy showed its arousal. Her vaginal lips were a bright pink, fully engorged and very wet. I dipped a couple of fingers in the bowl and inserted them into her wet snatch. Sarah bucked her hips to meet the invaders. I twisted my hand and rubbed my fingertips along the roof of her vagina until they found the little nubs that denoted her G-spot and gently stroked the spot. This was more for future reference than arousal. Based on her reaction, it probably would have taken only a few moments of this stimulation to send her over the edge, but for the moment, that was not my goal.

Once I was confident that I could instantly relocate her spot when the need arose, I made certain that she was well lubricated, took the other end of the chain and repeated the slow, careful process of inserting the chain- link, by slimy, silvery link past her swollen, glistening lips.

I know that the old axiom "Tiny woman, cunt as big as a bucket" doesn't hold true for all tiny woman, but it certainly applied to Sarah. When we watched the video of her and I sharing a cucumber, I was amazed at the ease with which she had impaled herself the enormous vegetable. So when I had crammed the first two feet of chain (Ellen's limit) in her vagina, I was not surprised when she rocked her hips back and the ball of chain rolled further back into her abyss, giving me room for the last remaining foot.

I studied the scene before me for a few moments. Here was a tiny, naked woman laid out on her back, knees up, her cunt full of almost three pounds of metal, a stretch of chain connecting the ball in her pussy and the other foot of chain in her ass. It was a heavenly sight and my recently drained cock was taking notice and coming back to life.

"How's that feel?" I asked.

"Wonderful," Sarah mewed. She was rubbing her right breast and pinching her nipple.

"Whenever you are ready, you can begin rubbing your clit." The words had no more escaped my lips, when her finger went to work.

"Easy, not too fast." I coached. I was watching for all of the signals that would tell me when to make my move.

She was gently rocking her pelvis, enjoying the feeling of the weight rolling around in her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she began to increase the rhythm of her finger on her clitoris. As soon as I saw the muscles in her thigh tighten, I plunged my finger along side the chain and put the fingertip directly on her G-spot and applied pressure. My other hand grabbed the section of chain that connected the buried ends. 

As soon as the first orgasmic contraction began, I pulled my finger from her G-spot, held the chain at her anus and pulled with a fluid motion, making sure that the end of chain in her ass emerged at the same time as the other end came out of her gaping snatch.

The impact of the move was instant. Her entire body tensed and heaved, an un-human scream came from her mouth (it's origin was from the very depths the chain just occupied), the walls of her vagina contracted with enough force to eject it's contents of KY and natural fluids all over her legs and my chest. Then she lost bladder control sending a forceful stream of urine all over both of us and the towel. We were a mess.

I sat between her legs and marveled at the enormity of her orgasm as it slowed from its violent beginning to more the subtle muscle twitches that gave the appearance that she was shivering. The sight, smell and sound had an arousing effect on me. I noticed my raging hard-on and the puddle of pre-cum that was growing under it. Sarah was already a mess, so I decided to add to it. I raised myself onto my knees and aiming my dick at her bald mound, began masturbating. It didn't take long before I was adding my own fluids to hers, but she never noticed. When I was done, I took the palm of my hand and mixed my semen with her vaginal fluids and urine, smearing it all over her mound, belly and legs. I took my thumb and gave her clit a couple of gentle flicks, causing her to scream and squirt again. 

I got up, went to the bathroom and got a wet wash cloth to clean Sarah up a bit. Previous experience with a perfectly executed "chaining" told me that she wasn't going to be moving for a while.

I wiped her up the best I could, replaced the wet towel under her with a dry one, covered her still quivering mass with a blanket and went to the shower.

"Are you alright?" Sarah hadn't moved in the ten minutes it took for me to clean up.

Her eyes fluttered open. "I'm still coming." She replied blissfully.

I smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her drift back to Nirvana. It was getting late and I was getting hungry, so I decided to cut up veggies and cheese for an omelet, but I would wait to cook it until she was up and about.

******

Sarah had been sleeping off her orgasm for nearly an hour. I was about to go try to wake her when I heard her pad into the kitchen wrapped in the blanket.

"How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful! I think I am still coming." She said groggily. "If I had known about that trick thirty years ago, I would have never gotten married."

"I'm going to cook up an omelet. Why don't you go take a shower and we'll eat."

"No thanks. I think I'll get dressed and go home. That towel was still dry."

"Different towel." I went and retrieved the sodden towel from the laundry and showed it to her."

"All that came out of me?" She said, surprised.

"Ellen always squirts when we do that, but never like you did. You pissed all over me, too!" I left out the fact that I added a little to the mix.

"You should have video taped it, because I don't remember a thing." Sarah turned and left the kitchen. I went about cooking my dinner. I was eating when she finished dressing, thanked me and left. It wasn't until I was cleaning up the dishes, that I realized that she had forgotten the Yoga videos.

I was getting ready for bed, when the phone rang.

"I totally forgot about the videos," It was Sarah.

"They're still on the table, come get them whenever you want." I replied.

"Can I get that chain at any hardware store?" I smiled at her question.

"Yes. But if you like, I'll pick up a section for you and clean it up. I have to go to the store tomorrow anyway. Five feet will cost you about ten bucks."

"If you don't mind. Susan's car is in the shop, so I have to pick her up after work tomorrow afternoon. We'll swing by around six. If that's OK with you?"

Susan is Sarah's twenty-four year old daughter. I smiled. "I'll be home by 4:30, so, any time."

"Good night."

As soon as I hung up the phone, I dug out the video camera and plugged the battery charger in. I missed one opportunity for a good video. I wasn't going to miss another. It looked like Ellen wasn't the only one that would be hitting the "links" tomorrow.



Best Friends Ch. 03



Amanda and I didn't get together for a couple weeks; our schedules conflicted. Besides, both of our sons were home from college, in and out of the house, and it didn't provide us with the privacy we needed. 

My sexual relations at home had consisted of occasional fucks for Arthur who always came and went to sleep, and nothing for me. Until Amanda showed me that there was another path to sexual satisfaction my libido had gone missing. I missed her... found myself masturbating more than usual and, when I did, I would suck on my wet fingers and imagine that it was Amanda's pussy. I was somewhat jealous of her relationship with her husband David. She told me that they had always been sexually curious and had tried so many things. 

I still felt guilty having peeked through the crack of my son Lee's door, watching him masturbate to ejaculation. In a weak moment I told Amanda about it and she reacted rather casually to what I thought she might consider a sick perversion. She told me that she considered a mother fantasizing about her son as a primal feeling, and that she often fantasized about her own son, Corey. I told her that since I had spied on Lee that day I had been thinking about him continually. She laughed and said that it was no wonder that I fantasized about Lee, her son Corey's best friend, "He's such a hunk." She reassured me that I wasn't a pervert, which made me more comfortable with my feelings.

Since the day I peeked at Lee stroking that exquisite cock and ejaculating so beautifully, the fantasy of having it in my mouth had almost become an obsession (I felt so ashamed, but none the less, excited). Lee usually came in late at night; sometimes I was awake. When I heard him go into his room, after he had a chance to get settled, I would strain my ears and listen for noises of self-pleasure, fighting the urge to get out of bed and sneak into his room. Something else, since my conversation with Amanda, it seemed that Lee was flirting with me. I was sure I was just imagining it but, twice, I had seen him walking down the hall completely naked, something I hadn't seen before. Both times he said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom," but made no effort to hurry to his room. Nor did I make an effort to avert my eyes. 

One night we were watching TV. He had fixed popcorn and we were watching a late movie (Arthur was asleep, as he usual was). I asked him if Corey and he were spending a lot of time together. He said yes...that they had even double dated a couple of times. He said that he really liked hanging around Corey's house...said that Amanda and David were fun to be with. He told me that he thought Amanda was really hot for an older woman (I felt a twinge of jealousy). He also said that Amanda and Corey seemed to have a special kind of relationship. I asked what he meant and he told me they often snuggled together on the couch, almost like they were dating. Once again I envied Amanda...wanted to snuggle with Lee right then but couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid of what might happen... afraid that Lee would reject me, or hate me for acting so inappropriately. But I wondered if he were hinting at something.

One day, about one o'clock in the afternoon, Lee told me that he was going to meet Corey at the gym. I imagined the two of them pumping iron, flexing those wonderful sexy muscles and wished I could go watch them. About ten minutes after he left Corey came to the back door and, as was his custom, knocked once, opened the door and said, "Hi Mrs. W," and walked in. 

Surprised that Corey was thereI said,"I thought Lee was meeting you at the gym." 

He walked to the refrigerator (he was always at home at our house) and poured himself a glass of milk. "Well," he said, "whether I go or not, he's going to work out for a couple of hours; you know what a fanatic he is." 

Corey slouched into a chair at the table, looked at me with his clear hazel eyes, sipped his milk and smiled. I couldn't get over the feeling that he was flirting with me. He always did ... kinda...but now it seemed so much more apparent. "Ya know Ms. Wilhelm," he said, "I've noticed that you've been wearing skirts more often lately." His eyes drifted down to my legs. "I like you better in skirts," he said, shaking his head approvingly..."shows off your legs."

I made light of his comment but loved the compliment. Since his mother suggested that I wear skirts more often, to show off my "beautiful" legs, I started wearing skirts everyday. I liked the looks that men at the grocery store gave me and, even though he was so young, I was flattered that Corey thought so. 

"Something's different about you lately, Mrs. W" he said, "You seem...uh...younger."

"Oh, maybe it's just that, since Lee has gone to school, I feel less of a sense of parental responsibility, and, I am not so worried about what is going to come of him."

"I think it's something else," he said, getting up from the table. His eyes riveted mine then moved slowly down my body till he got to my ankles and moved slowly back to my eyes. I should have felt uncomfortable but instead, felt myself lubricating. "Mom says you and she have been spending more time together. She really likes you...a lot, ya know?" 

My throat tightened at the remote thought that he could possibly know about Amanda and me. I almost detected a wink. Could Amanda have said anything to him about us? No, I was sure that she wouldn't have. Corey had always been a precocious boy, one who never suppressed a question...no matter how it came out. Sometimes, when he was a very young boy he would ask things like, "Why do mommies have bumps on their chests? He was the first to notice a new piece of clothing that I wore and his eyes always seemed to be following me. But when he said that his mother told him we were spending more time together and suggested that something else might be responsible for my more carefree attitude I needed to be busy. So I went to the sink and washed the few dishes that Lee and I had left after eating lunch. The odd thing is that I anticipated what happened next. 

Just like his mother Corey walked up behind me, put his arms between mine, laid his head against mine and pressed my breasts to my chest with his hands. I thought, Corey, what in the world can you be thinking? But I didn't say it. My best friend's son was fondling my breasts and the church lady in me was telling him to stop, but the sexual being was keeping the church lady at bay, hoping upon hope that he wouldn't stop. I had to say something though. "What has gotten into you Corey?"

He didn't answer, just pressed his head more intensely against mine, his hands rubbing my breasts, moving them round and round. Electricity ran down to the pit of my gut and the backs of my knees. "What's gotten into me, Mrs. W? ... the desire to make love to my best friend's mother."

I was trying to be cool, trying not to wiggle my bottom which begged to writhe. I was desperately trying to stay calm. "You seem to have a lot of self-confidence for a boy not yet twenty, Corey Firestone." 

"Maybe that's because an expert mentor has been teaching me...and she's a woman just about your age." He was so cool, so in control. It was hard for me to imagine that this young man, not even 20, who I'd seen grow from a little boy, was trying to seduce me.

I told myself that I should wriggle away from him and put a stop to this madness. I bit my lip as the fingers of his right hand drew to the tip of my breast and gently rolled my nipple while his other hand pressed against my abdomen and pulled my bottom against his rigid penis. 

I hadn't felt that kind of hardness since the first year of my marriage. His bulging penis against my ass was like an electrode sending a spark, which shocked me to the tips of my toes. I made a weak attempt to turn and break free saying ,"Corey, please don't."

I had accepted the fact that passion in my marriage had long since been nonexistent... had rationalized that there was so much more to a marriage than sex. I had become a devoted Christian and a respected member of my community. And, until Amanda Firestone had shocked me into the realization that a fire had been banked inside me that could be fanned so easily into raging flames, I thought little of it. But with just two episodes of incredible sex I had developed an obsession with sex...even an obsession about being in bed with my own college aged son.

That Amanda's son had come over with the intention of seducing me seemed like serendipity. Here was a young man, much like my son, someone I had come to love over the years, who was offering just what I was lusting for. But I had to make at least one more attempt. "Please Corey, stop. What would your mother think?"

"My mother," he said like he was contemplating what her thoughts of him might be. He kissed my neck and my ear and raised goose bumps over my entire body. He slid his hand lower, his fingers massaging my pubic mound. "Is there really any reason for my mother to know?" It was hopeless. I wasn't going to deny him further. 

I turned around and sandwiched Corey's face between my hands. His crystal clear hazel eyes riveted mine. "So," I said, "do you really think you are ready to share your 'rather valuable experience' with a friend of you mother's?" I kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose then planted my eager lips upon his. At the same time my hand dropped to his crotch and grabbed the bulk of his cock. Pandora's Box had been opened. 

He was wearing khaki cargo shorts, a black shirt with a white Whoosh on the chest and tennis shoes. Like Lee his legs were hairy (his was black... Lee's was light brown) and muscular, the kind of legs all women look at and desire to feel caressing theirs. 

Our mouths were open and our tongues engaged. Breathing loudly through our noses we groped for each other. I fumbled with his zipper then thrust my hand inside his boxers. His cock was bulky and warm and, at my touch, he responded with a flex of his knees and his hips recoiled. He was only about six inches long, but very thick. I looked down at it in my hand, imagining how it would feel stretching me, then, looked back into his eyes. "Well, young man, this is quite a nice piece of equipment you have." I felt silly having said that but had to say something. His cock was so hard that it was canted upward and bobbed up and down to the beat of his heart. "Maybe I should take a closer look."

"Geez, Mrs. W," he said, his eyes wide in disbelief, "I didn't know if you would really go for it." 

"I go for it Corey," I said and lowered myself to my knees. Looking up, I caught his face looking down at me beyond the prominence of his erection. I was entranced by the beauty of his young organ and held his hot flesh against my cheek, feeling the coursing of his blood that seemed to be getting even harder. The head of his cock was blunt like a bullet but I still found it a work of art, stroking it easily, feeling the ridges underneath his outer skin. I hefted his scrotum with the fingers of my free hand, gently fondling the tender oysters. Sliding the tender testicle through my moistened lips I let it fill my mouth, then, gently popped it back out.

"Ooh, Mrs. W, I never expected..." he began to say but I reached a finger to his lips and shushed him. 

Lately I had awakened from the same dream...of Lee's cock filling my mouth. Now I had a real one in my hand and a sperm-filled testicle in my mouth. I licked around his shiny purple head, around the back of its rim, lifting it and licking the underside where the glans comes together. I had forgotten how smooth a cock felt in my mouth; it was heavenly. 

Holding his shaft between my forefinger and thumb I lifted it and licked from the seeping slit, down the length of the shaft to his scrotum, then back...around his head again and back to his sack. I wanted this to last but anticipated he would come quickly. But he reminded me that he was an experienced sexual being. "Suck me Mrs. W, I'm not going to come yet." And I did. 

His cock felt so warm and big in my mouth, muscular like the rest of his body. The sensation of my lips sliding over his engorged flesh was causing my cunt to flood and I remembered what his mother said the first time she touched my pussy...in that very kitchen, almost the very spot, "My God, Mary Wilhelm, you're delicious, your panties are soaking wet!" And they were, even more so. 

I took as much of his cock as would fit in my mouth, gagging when it touched my soft pallet, then slid my lips back to his head. It felt natural to jerk him while I sucked, expecting his cum to fill my mouth but it didn't. He laced his fingers in my hair and guided my head on and off, on and off, on and off. He was in total control of his urges but a delicious ooze seeped continually from the slit of his head, and ooze that had the faint taste of sperm. 

"Don't worry Mrs. W," he said, "I've had a lot of experience, I'm not gonna cum yet." 

I wondered how many girls, how many women, had sucked his cock and wondered if it was wise to be sucking someone who might have had such promiscuous sex. 

"It's not like your thinking," he said, seeming to read my mind. "I'm clean."

With his cock slowly fucking my mouth I looked up at him. He smiled and lips formed a silent oval as I licked the cleft under his head again and and he flexed his knees, falling and rising. I wanted all of him. My tongue swirled and his head raked the roof of my mouth. It filled my cheek and I looked up at him to see the oval his lips turn to a smile. 

Pulling his cock out of my mouth with a soft "pop" he dropped to his knees and kissed me, fumbling with the buttons on my blouse until it was open. My bra lay on top of my blouse on the floor and he was kissing first one breast, then the other. "I always wanted to see your boobs, Mrs. W," he said, "They're beautiful." I felt confirmed.

He tore his shirt off and pressed his naked flesh against mine, embraced me and massaged the bare flesh of my back. My hand went back to his stiff member and I stroked him while he kissed my neck and my ears, saying, "You are one classy lady, Mrs. W." 

I hadn't heard such confirming words from a man in years. The impropriety of what was going on struggled with my mind. Corey wasn't quite a man yet but he desired my flesh and...I was so hungry for male attention that I...didn't care.

Though not yet twenty Corey was proving to be quite a lover. It was clear that he'd been involved with an older woman, one who had tutored him on how to please. Amanda's words, the words she said the last time we were together, echoed in my ears: "It's the most natural thing in the world, Mary, for a mother to fantasize about her son... Sometimes I think it's primal..."

Electricity coursed through my body at the touch of Corey's fingertip on my clitoris and pushed away any thoughts that competed with my feelings of immediate pleasure. My back flattened against the cold tile, my skirt was hiked up to my hips and my panties were on the floor beside me, so wet that I could smell the aroma of my sex. 

His mouth covered my pussy (Since Amanda had trimmed me the first time I had kept my pubic hair neat and felt pleased that I was presentable for him) and his tongue slid expertly between my labia...and around them, then touched my clitoris, probed the folds of my hood, pushing it back and licking the verge. He knew to put pressure on the side of my clitoris and massage it in small circles with the tip of his tongue. My ass wiggled and my legs were out of control. Whoever taught him knew what she wanted to develop in a young lover. 

He lifted my legs high and his tongue tip smoothed over the wrinkles of my anus, producing another series of shocks. Raising my legs up and down like the handles of a bellows his tongue slid from my anus to my clitoris, from my clitoris to my anus and back again...and again. Corey was wonderful, much more than I could have ever expected from a man I might have picked up on a one night stand (which, lately, Id been considering). This college boy was the answer to my prayers.

His lips compressed on my hood and worked my clitoris in and out, making me jerk with the heightened sensations. His finger, inside my pussy, slid deep and fucked me...then there were two fingers...deep... rimming the two inch margin from the entrance of my vagina. Was it the g-spot? I had never experienced it before. I shuddered with another orgasm, the third since he had started eating me.

"Do you think a bed might be more comfortable Mrs. W?"

I didn't question him... just wanted his cock inside me, fucking me...anywhere. But his suggestion made sense. He helped me to my feet then I took his hand and I led him back toward my bedroom. As we were passing the door to Lee's room he said, "Let's fuck in Lee's bed." It was such a wicked suggestion and the thought of being fucked by my son's friend on my son's bed thrilled me. I didn't know why it was important to him and didn't care. I just wanted to be filled with his sex.

Hurriedly, we stripped our remaining clothes. His chiseled athlete's body, the black hair on his chest, his stomach and legs, made his intense erection and his dangling testicles even more spectacular; he was gorgeous. Looking me up and down he flashed his white smile and said, "You're a very attractive woman Mrs. W." Once again his compliments made me feel so...complete. I sat down on the bed, laid back and, with wickedly wild glee, spread my legs like a bitch in heat.

"Do I need a condom Mrs. W?"

He was so considerate. I looked into his eyes and shook my head; I wanted to feel him, not a sheath. I wanted his skin to be clutched by my vaginal muscles and I wanted to feel the same ridges I felt when my hand was jerking him while I was sucking on the head of his cock. My tubes had been tied after Marty (our daughter) was born, but he didn't have to know that (I felt so daring). "Fuck me," I said. "I don't care what happens."

Corey was much bulkier than my husband and, when he held his shiny, bullet shaped head against the opening of my vagina, I relaxed and felt his thickness stretch me.

With the wonder of something new our eyes riveted each other's and, as he forced himself inside me, child-like oohs escaped the tiny ovals between our lips. His body covered me, his chest flattening my breasts, taking the weight on his forearms so he wouldn't crush me. 

In and out his thick cock fucked me, slowly at first, the six inch length of his cock seeming to be endless...then faster...and faster... until he had to stop for a breath. 

Wrapping my legs around his waist I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I love you, Corey, I love you...and... I've always wanted you." Did I? I must have. It came out so easily.

"I've always hoped, Mrs. W," he panted, "that you would let me fuck you."

Resting, I held him with my legs for a while and he said, "Let's do it doggie Mrs. W." 

It was wonderful having someone tell me what to do. He pulled out and I got on my hands and knees and, when he re-entered me from behind his cock felt more delicious than when he was fucking me like a missionary. The angle of his upward slanting erection cause the bottom of his shaft to graze my clitoris and the head raked the back of my vaginal passage. It was a dual pressure that thrilled me. 

His hands were on my breasts as he pumped his bulk in and out of my pussy, pressing them hard against my chest and moving them in a circular motion. It seemed that his rhythm increased with every series of five to ten strokes, until, while squeezing my nipples with his fingers, he was slamming me, his stomach slapping against my bottom. I was out of control, on the verge of an orgasmic explosion, my head waggling wildly groaning in a very un-ladylike manner. 

"Oh fuck! Baby, baby... fuck!" Corey said, leaving out the Mrs. W in his passion. Grunting and moaning, he slammed me in labored penetrations and I pushed back, grunting with each collision. I knew he was going to cum, this boy who I had known since he was a little child... was going to pop his load inside me. 




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One final slam of his fat penis, followed by a howl of, "Maaaaryyy," told me that he had spurted his semen inside me." Quaking in a spasm his fingers dug into my hips. He pulled his slippery cock out of my pussy with a "schlick," held the wet head of his cock against my anus, pushing inward but not opening me. I was already in a state of ecstasy in the throes of my own, glorious orgasm when I felt the warmth of his sperm oozing inside my ass. "Maaryy! " he shouted again and then again as I felt two more hot surges. I fell to my side and he nestled beside me.

In all of my life I had never felt semen spurting in my vagina; I had felt it leaking out but never going in. I don't know where Corey learned how to demonstrate the heat and force of his ejaculation to his lover by spurting it in her anus like this but what he did was the most erotic thing I ever felt. 

He was so generous to allow me to share his pleasure like that. When he first placed his thick cock against my anus I feared that he would hurt me, but, he had been well schooled and I was the beneficiary of his knowledge. In no hurry to leave he seemed to sense my need to cuddle, to be kissed and fondled as I came down... to be confirmed as a woman. 

I don't remember his leaving; I must have fallen asleep. But I awoke with a start, confused at my being in a bed not familiar to me. The sheet had been pulled over me, another gift Corey must have bestowed as he departed. But the noise that woke me was the door being opened and someone moving toward me. I looked up and as the haze of my vision gauzed the all too familiar face of my son, my gut wrenched. 

"Mom," he said with a puzzled look, "What are you doing in my bed?"



Best Friends Ch. 03



Here is part 3 of the story. For those of you looking for part 1, it was posted under the "First Time" section of this site. Thanks for those that have sent me feedback. I wasn't sure if these were being received well and if I should keep writing them until I got those, so keep sending them.

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"Do you understand me boys?" asked Roni. She was talking to her 18 year old son, Jeremy and his best friend, Pat. "I'm serious. You two are now under my control. Anything I say, goes."

Roni had caught the boys giving each other a blow job the night before. She was a single mother, and while she was extremely attractive at what she considered a young 40 years old, she wasn't getting laid with enough consistency to fill her needs. 

After she had spent the day seducing the boys, and surprising them in the middle of their blowjob that night, she wanted, and needed, more.

"Have either of you boys ever eaten pussy?" Shamefully, both shook their head "no". "Why do I get the feeling that we are going to have a lot of firsts together?" she replied.

With that, Roni laid-down on the floor and spread her legs. The boys could not help but stare. 

"Jeremy, come taste your mom's sweet pussy."

Jeremy crawled over to his mother, nervous at the thought of eating out his own mother, even more nervous at disappointing her, and lowered his head to her shaved mound. He obviously had not been lying about this being the first pussy he had eaten, but what her son lacked in skill and experience, he more than made up for in his eagerness to please. Jeremy kept licking and sucking his mom's pussy. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this. His dick had not been touched yet, but it was hard as a rock.

"Oh, fuck! That's right, eat you mom's pussy!" yelled Roni. "Suck mommy's clit, oh, fuck yeah, that feels great."

Pat just sat there, watching Jeremy eat out his own mother. The sight was unbelievable and Pat just sat there, stroking his hardening cock. When Roni yelled out, "I'm cumming!" Pat thought he might as well.

Roni was now overflowing with lust, she couldn't have stopped herself from muttering her next words if she tried... "Jeremy, my pussy is soaked with your saliva. Come slide your cock inside me and feel how wet you have made me."

Like his mother, Jeremy couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. He positioned his body over-top of his mother. She reached out and helped guide him to her hole. In one quick thrust, Jeremy was now buried deep inside the very same hole he had come out of 18 years ago. 

"That's it baby," said Roni. "Just fuck mommy nice and slow. No need to hurry, just keep sliding it in and out of me like that. Christ! This feels so good!" 

Roni suddenly remembered that there was a second cock in the room, one that had been ignored for awhile. Roni's philosophy had always been "if one cock is good, then two cocks are great!"

"Pat, why don't you bring that nice prick over here for me to suck while Jeremy keeps fucking me."

Pat stood up, walked over to the mother and son screwing, and straddled Roni's chest; putting his cock right in front of her open lips. She took him in her mouth greedily, raising her neck up and down to take Pat's cock in her mouth as much as she could. The scene continued on, Roni taking her son in her bald pussy; his best friend in her mouth. The three of them found their rhythm, Roni lowering her body to have Pat's cock as deep in her mouth as possible and Jeremy's cock deep in her gut at the same time. The three kept their motion going until Roni suggested something new.

Pulling Pat's cock from her mouth, she looked in his eyes and asked, "How would you like to fuck my ass?"

She had Jeremy lay on the floor and straddled his cock. They waited in that position for Pat to kneel behind her and find her pink hole. She had been so wet from the licking and fucking of her son, that her juices had run down and coated her asshole. She was well lubed for Pat to slide into her butt. And he did, just his head in the first push, but then the whole length as Roni pushed back into the second thrust. She had not felt this full in a long time and it felt wonderful. The boys quickly were thrusting in unison, each slamming into their respective hole at the same time. She could tell that this would not last long, but she really couldn't complain. After all, they both were virgins up to this point and the first time anyone besides themselves had made them cum was the night before giving each other blow jobs...

She felt them pick up the pace and Roni knew she would have to concentrate if she wanted to achieve one last orgasm. Luckily for her, feeling two young, hard cocks inside of her was more than enough to do the trick. As they continued to slam into her soaking holes, she came again, setting off a chain reaction. The combination of Roni shuddering to an orgasm, the feeling of the two penises rubbing each other with just a slim film of skin separating the two holes, and the shear length of time Jeremy had been fucking his mother, caused him to spill his seed deep into her womb. This then caused Pat to take one final thrust and he came deep inside of her ass. 

The boys exited their holes and Roni lay back down on the floor, spreading her legs and raising them a bit. She told the boys she had a treat for them and told them to lay-down on their stomachs and eat her pussy and ass for her. They did so, enjoying the taste of her sweet juices. But Roni began to push and, without warning the boys, their cum was released from her two holes. The boys eagerly lapped up the cum dripping from both her pussy and her asshole. She couldn't believe how much they were enjoying this all; how much she was enjoying it all. Roni knew now for sure that the boys were in her control and would do anything she told them to do. She wasn't ready for the night to end, but what was next? Suddenly, she had an idea!

"Pat, did you like fucking my tight little asshole?"

"My, God, it was amazing!"

"Good," she replied, smiling a devilish grin. "Let's see how much you enjoy having you ass fucked!"

To be continued... 



Best Friends Ch. 03



Took a little longer than expected, but it's here. Also, I haven't yet found an editor for my story. So, please go easy on me. I use the common spell check, so I know there are still some errors.

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She squeezed her arms around me even tighter, and then stopped. I looked down at her and I saw that she was asleep.

'Ah.. Well.. It was fun.' I thought to myself.

I wrapped my arms around her legs and back and gently picked her up and walked towards her room. As I laid her down on her bed, I figured that the dress was a bit snug, so I felt around for a bra strap through the dress fabric. If she was wearing a bra, it was a safe bet that she'd been wearing panties, too.

I didn't feel one so I gently started pulling the sheets over her. But then I smelt something. I looked at Erin and hoped she wouldn't feel what I was about to do.

I gently lifted the bottom-front part of her dress and slipped my other hand up to feel if she was wet. I wasn't going to take advantage of her, just see if she was turned on or not. 

I felt the heat rise as my hand inched forward. And then I felt her pussy's lips for the first time. (But not the last, I assure you) I was right. She was very wet indeed. I quickly pulled my hand out of the dress and resumed pulling the sheet and blanket over her. It was winter so I thought she might get cold.

As I closed the door and walked to my room, I got an urge to taste her. Like I said, I wasn't going to take advantage of her, so I did the next best thing. I moved my finger-tips that were wet from her juices to my face. I was about to taste my closest friend's pussy-juice. I licked the tips.

"Oh dear god" I murmured. It was the best ever tasted, and I've tasted quite alot. My attention went to my fully erect cock. Poor thing, I forgot about him. I closed my door and laid down on my bed. I wasn't going to masturbate, I never was one to do that unless I'm in the shower behind a locked door.

Another few minutes I was sound asleep.

I woke up sometime in the afternoon, because the sun was shining through my window onto my face. Then I noticed that it was warmer than it usually is. I opened my eyes to see a lump on my chest. So I figured that I had either grown breasts of my own, or Erin was on top of me under the blanket. I slowly pulled the blanket off of myself and as soon as it was all the way off Erin tilted her head up, opened her eyes, and smiled.

"Hey." She said in a soft voice

"Hey." I said back. She hasn't done something like this for a long time. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her back and gently kissed her forehead in return. 

"Erin," I began, but I was cut off.

"Shh.. Don't talk.. Just hold me like you did when we were young.."

And I did. She had always wanted to be comforted by physical contact. 

"Michael.. Promise me something.." She said. I could hear a bit of sadness in her voice.

"What is it?"

"Promise me you'll always be in my life.. I've known you since the first grade.. You've always defended me, even back then. If I were to lose you, then I wouldn't have anything to live for... Please.." 

I could hear how sad she was. It's true, I have known her for basically all my life, and I have defended her. I don't know why I'd leave her.

"I promise, Erin. I'll always be in your life no matter what."

"Even if you get married?" She asked slyly. My answer would be very important.

"Get married? Why would I do that? I've already got a great cook, someone to talk to, and we already live together. I'd say it doesn't get any more married than that!" I said, half way joking. It was true, though, now that I thought of it. She and I were already living together, we told each other everything, and we did sleep together pretty often.

She only hugged me tighter. I guess my answer was the right one.

"C'mon, I'll make breakfast today. Even if it is the afternoon, we gotta eat." I said, trying to be generous.

"Mmm.. Ok" She said. She probably didn't want to get up.

I figured she was about to fall asleep again, so I leaned up with her arms around my neck and stood up. As soon as I was standing up she locked her legs around my waist. This was a bit too much. She was only wearing a bra and panties, her head was resting on my chest, and he legs were wrapped around my waist, and her Panty-Claude ass was only about two inches away from my raging hard-on!

I walked into the living room like this and gently laid Erin down on the couch. She didn't seem to want to let go, but after about a minute she finally did. I leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, but Erin moved her head up and kissed me on the lips. I had about half a second to register her lips, and then I kissed back.

I have no idea how long the kiss lasted, but it felt like hours. I didn't want it to end. But I broke the kiss and reluctantly walked towards the kitchen to make breakfast. This was certainly going to be an interesting day. 



Best Friends Ch. 03



Keith stared at the blond head bobbing up and down on his dick. The girl was pretty and obviously available, but though her skilled mouth felt incredible sliding back and forth on his cock, she wasn't the one that was on his mind at the moment. He felt his dick twitch and was about to warn the girl that he was about to cum, when he thought better of it. He wanted to see what she would do. 

His mind went back to what he'd heard his friend, Jason talking about at the food court. Initially he hadn't been interested in hearing what Jason had to say, he was going on about some club that had just opened up that he and some of the other guys had gone to. But when he heard Jaelyn's name mentioned, his ears perked up.

"Man, that Jaelyn was looking fine as hell in that tight pink dress. Plus she was grinding up on dude like it wasn't nothing ... like she wanted him to slip her the jock right then and there. Thought you was s'posed to been getting in that on that same night KB!" Jason cackled. Keith saw red, but he had to save face. He was too prideful to ask who it was she'd been dancing with, but he would sure as hell find out. 

"I got mixed up with some cutie at the club. What can I say, I'm a ladies man! I enjoyed myself nonetheless," he said as if he had done anything other than look stupid and go home after Jaelyn clocked on his ass. The funny thing was you couldn't even call it "clocking" because she was cool, calm and collect when she told him that it was over and then laughed in his face when he foolishly asked if he could still hit it.

"Nah man, I saw that chick you was playing with before we left BACE and went to that new joint. I can't believe you passed Jaelyn up for that! Man what was you thinking? If I was in your position I would have been on my best behavior to get in that pussy, hell I would have put on my priest's suit and put a halo on too! My dick would have stayed in my pants until she was ready!" Jason was laughing his ass off now and shaking his head back and forth like he just couldn't believe it. Jason talked too damned much! 

"Shut the fuck up, if you were in anybody's position besides your own, you'd be a lucky man, with your snaggled tooth," Keith countered.

"Man, fuck you. Don't take it out on me 'cause your dumb ass lost out!" Jason threw right back at him.

Keith couldn't say anything at all because he had seen how fine Jaelyn looked that night she ran up on him. He had been sure that he was going to get lucky with her that night too. She'd been serious when she said she'd be ready on their three month anniversary but then he had to go and fuck it up. 

Keith busted his nut in the girl's mouth -- the very same girl that Jae had caught him with at the club Saturday night, and he was finally cashing in on her promises. He wasn't surprised when she slurped, and swallowed his cum like it was candy, but he was very, very pleased. That performance definitely deserved a reward. He couldn't remember the girl's name, Stacy...Sandy, something that started with an 'S', so he just grabbed her chin and told her to bend over and put her hands on the bed while he got it up again. She promptly obeyed and he stared at her firm ass prior to slipping his fingers inside her sopping pussy. She was hot and ready for him. At least somebody was, he thought, thinking of his final episode with Jaelyn. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Although she'd agreed to date him, she just didn't seem the least bit interested in having sex with him, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He had girls throwing themselves at him constantly, as was currently being demonstrated by "Stacy's" tight peach ass rolling in the air. But Jaelyn didn't seem phased by him at all and that pissed him off and sparked his curiosity at the same time. Keith just didn't feel right thinking about one bitch at the same time he was fucking another one though, so he decided to give his full attention to the one that was displayed before him. 

"So you wanna be my nasty slut tonight?" he asked slipping his fingers in and out of her pussy in a quick, repetitive motion.

"Yeah," she hissed, almost inaudibly, her head pressed into the foot of his bed. 

"You want this dick inside your pussy?" he inquired.

"Mmm hmmm, yeah give it to me!" she mumbled into the comforter, rolling her ass up in the air. So he gave it to her. He slammed into her pussy with a force that shocked even him self. He reached around her and fondled her tits, squeezing them while alternately thrusting into her pussy. He had to admit that the way she was screaming and moaning and gripping his comforter turned him on. He liked that she was loving this as much as he was. 

"You like that don't you, you dirty slut?" her small tits were bouncing and jiggling in his hands. She nodded her head and he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to look at him.

"What?" He asked. Her eyes were foggy as she stared up at him and he realized that they were a nice shade of green.

"Yeah I like it," she said her throat sounding constricted. He let her hair go and pounded into her again. He gave her a few more good thrusts before he pulled out and squirted his hot cum on her back. He knew she hadn't gotten off yet, but whose fault was that? He went to the bathroom, retrieved some toilet paper, balled it up and threw it over to her. 

"Thanks Stacy," he sneered.

"It's Cindy!" the girl screeched, highly pissed. He chuckled, boy had he been wrong.

"Well thanks 'Cindy'. Clean your self up and get the hell out," he said in a pleasant tone. He felt slightly guilty about taking his frustrations out on the cute blonde, but then he shrugged it off. Any girl that would give it up without knowing shit about him wasn't worth his time. 

~

Jaelyn huffed. Studying for this test was kicking her behind. All the chemical symbols and formulas swirled before her eyes and she knew she had to take a break. She stood up and stretched, slipping her feet into some fuzzy pink slippers that she was sure looked odd with her black sweats and green cami. Adrianna and Kim had left about thirty minutes ago to go shopping after teasing her about staying in all day to study and at this moment she wished she'd just listened to them and gone shopping instead. 

She was starving! She decided to go downstairs and rummage around in the kitchen to see what she could find. She opened the door and almost screamed when she saw a figure leaning against the doorway. It was Bryan, looking as if were about to knock. He only seemed a little surprised, while she on the other hand had been scared to death and it probably showed on her face. It did, she decided when he busted out laughing. She playfully punched his shoulder and pulled him into the room. 

"How did you get up here?" she said, wondering how he'd gotten past Melissa the Lioness. That woman never broke the rules and if she didn't know any better it was her shift.

"Well, I used my charm of course. I told her I was your tutor. I mean, she didn't believe me or anything but lately my smile has been getting me places," He shrugged, honestly confused but not seeming to mind a bit. She giggled, she could think of another place his smile had gotten him. "Where were you headed?" he asked, curious.

"To the kitchen, I'm starving," she said and then suddenly became aware of her appearance. She had a dingy bandanna wrapped around her hair, no bra, and hadn't bothered to wash her face or brush her teeth when she woke up this morning, not to mention the rest of her attire. 

"Good 'cause the pizza's on the way," he was saying, not seeming to notice how horrible she looked. She was grateful for that and for the fact that he'd ordered pizza, her stomach grumbled at the thought. 

"Be right back," she said and ran into the bathroom. She swiftly washed her face and brushed her teeth. She thought about taking off the bandanna but decided against it. It didn't look that bad and it might take a while to tame the mess underneath. 

When she came out of the bathroom Bryan was sitting at her desk staring at her chemistry book. He looked so...big sitting there his legs splayed to the side, no doubt because putting them under the desk was uncomfortable. Very sexy, very sexy indeed she thought as she hopped on her bed and stared at him.

"Feel better?" he asked, not looking up from her chemistry book.

"Uh huh," she replied. 

"So why are the steroids that athletes and body builders use, referred to as anabolic?" he asked seriously. Huh? That was completely random.

"What?" she started and then it dawned on her, "Oh, Bryan I'm an English major, I don't even know why I have to take this class in the first place," she complained.

"Because it's required; you won't graduate unless you do so answer the question," he said. She huffed.

"I don't know," she conceded.

"It's 'cause they regulate processes that build new bio-molecules from smaller ones. Come on Jae, you're not even trying. Your test is this Friday. It's Wednesday," he stated.

Jaelyn frowned and crossed her arms pushing her breasts up in the process, not caring if she was acting like a little kid. 

"I know what day it is Bryan," she replied smartly. Bryan looked up at her.

"Oh I see, my baby's tired and frustrated," Bryan murmured getting up from the chair and stepping towards her. Her body warmed at him calling her baby and she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh so I'm your baby now huh?" she asked flirtatiously.

"Yep. Lay down on your stomach, baby," he said. She hesitated, he sure did like to order people around, but the look in his eyes said that he hadn't asked her to, he'd told her to so she laid on her stomach, placing her head on her pillow. She didn't remember him being so bossy -- oh wait, maybe she did. Her stomach fluttered when he climbed onto the twin bed and straddled her. When his hands began massaging her shoulders, neck and back she melted. It felt amazing. When the muscles in those areas had loosened considerably, he moved to her lower back and then to her butt which he kneaded and squeezed. She felt him harden against her.

"Is that a highlighter in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she teased, her voice muffled into the pillow. He stopped.

"A highlighter!" he exclaimed shocked and playfully offended, "I'll show you a highlighter," he said and began tickling her relentlessly. Jaelyn screamed and laughed until she couldn't breathe.

"Okay-okay-okay, I admit you're way bigger than any old highlighter," she said and he slowed down. She rolled over beneath him, and pretended like she was considering something, "maybe one of the jumbo highlighters," she said and burst out laughing as he renewed his tickling assault, she thought she was going to piss herself.

"Alright, alright, I give in! The jumbos don't have anything on you, Bryan," she said before slipping her hand down his tight stomach and placing it on his cock. Mmm he felt good in her hand. She couldn't wait to feel him inside of her again. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Bryan got up and smoothly slid back into the chair, facing the desk. Jaelyn walked to the door and opened it, realizing her nipples were hard but unable to do anything about it. 

"Hey Melissa," she said greeting the RA. Melissa poked her head through the doorway and peered at the room through her glasses. Seeing that Bryan was at the desk in front of a chemistry book, she looked pleasantly surprised. "There's a pizza man down here," she said smiling, proud that these two were on their best behavior. She was happy she'd given the handsome stud a chance, and she'd remember his honorable ways the next time he showed up. 

"Thanks Melissa, I appreciate it," Jaelyn said quickly, not wanting to stir up a conversation for fear that Melissa might realize that things weren't as innocent as they appeared. She shut the door. "I'll go," Bryan offered, glancing pointedly at her chest. 

"Thanks," she said and watched him leave. She wondered if she should take advantage of her short time alone and put a bra on, but it wasn't like he hadn't seen her body before. If the day went like she wanted it to, she figured, she wouldn't need it for a while anyway.

When Bryan came back inside and the aroma hit the air, Jaelyn's stomach cussed her out, loudly and rudely. Evidently this was hilarious to Bryan because she heard him chuckle. 

"Here it comes, Jae," he said soothingly, holding a large pizza in one hand and a two-liter of soda in the other. She pulled two paper plates, two plastic cups and some napkins from the closet where they kept snacks and necessities and plopped back down on her bed. When he flipped open the pizza box, she smiled, there was sausage and extra cheese on one side and pineapples and banana peppers on the other. The latter side was hers and she was pleased that he knew her favorites. She passed him his plate and cup and some napkins then they dug in like there was no tomorrow.

For a few seconds chewing was all that was heard, and then she heard:

"Mmmm..." she looked up and Bryan who was staring at her with wide eyes, nodding his head up and down, and licking his greasy lips around and around in circles. The sight itself would have doubled her over if he hadn't continued "Mmmmm....damn...yeah girl, eat that pizza," he started rolling his midsection around in the chair, his eyes still wide open staring at her. Tears came to Jae's eyes and she thought she was going to choke on her pizza but he kept going, "Uh huh, lick them lips girl, uh huh. You like that pizza don't you girl? Yeah, you -- are -- welcome!" Oh goodness, he reminded her so much of a character on Mad TV that she lost it! She screamed put her plate on the bed beside her and doubled over with laughter. "Bryan you are so silly! That's one of the reasons I l...like you so much," she said. She'd been about to tell him that she loved him but she didn't think he was ready for that. Bryan wiped his mouth off with a napkin and laughed.

"Aww, come on Jae, when we were best friends we told each other 'I love you' all the time. You can still tell me you love me without admitting that you're in love with me, even though I know you are," he winked and rubbed on his nipple through his white t-shirt. It would have been funny if he'd left a pizza stain in that exact spot, but Brandon was forever immaculate.

"Would you stop reading my freaking mind? It's creeping me out!" she said giggling, "and don't say 'when we were best friends', we're still best friends, Bryan, you're my favorite-ist, our relationship has just changed," she muttered. 

"Okay, before our relationship changed we told each other 'I love you', is that better?" he asked.

"Alright, Bryan you are hilarious and that's one of the reasons I love you," she consented. There was silence. She looked up at him. He looked utterly shocked.

"You...you love me! Oh Jae! Oh my goodness! I love you too Jae!!!" he gasped dramatically, fanning his face before reaching over and pulling her to him and giving her several hard pecks to her face and neck and then grabbing her arm and kissing up and down it like the dude on the Adam's Family. She couldn't hold it anymore, she was laughing so hard she had to tell him to stop so that she could pee.

"You are so crazy!" Bryan heard her yell from the bathroom door. He smiled. 

~

In his mind, Keith repeated the words he'd overheard twenty minutes ago. He'd been at the gym and overheard some guys talking. He recognized one of them, a guy whose name he couldn't recall who hung with Jason a lot. It didn't take long for him to figure out that they were talking about Jaelyn and "that Bryan dude that was supposed to be her best friend or some shit". 

Jaelyn sure knew how to make an impression. It seemed like the whole fucking campus was talking about her little night on the town, and now that he knew just who'd she'd been with that night, he was starting to understand why. Around here, a Black girl grinding on a White guy in the middle of the club drew attention, though evidently in this day and age that attention wasn't all bad. He knew from a guy's perspective it was great to see that a chick was open to interracial relationships, but in his eyes, picturing Jaelyn with that fucker made him sick. Especially when he knew she should have been home boo-hooing over him.

~

"You remember when I begged you to go on that double date with me when Kim was still living with her parents and wasn't allowed to go out alone, so she dragged me into the picture?" Jaelyn asked, seeking relief from the one hour study session that Bryan had just put her through. When he'd first walked through the door she would have put money down and said that they would have jumped each others' bones way before now. Yet Bryan seemed determined to be the good boyfriend and not distract her from her studies. She wanted to scream. Sitting there so close to him for an hour without having any sexual contact, only chaste little kisses to the nose, cheek and forehead -- usually when she got an answer right, was driving her crazy. She got up and sat in his lap.

"Yeah, I remember. I recall that her parents' strict rules didn't keep Kim from giving her date head that night in the back of my car," Bryan said. 

"You liked it you little freak," Jaelyn had found it quite funny, and disturbing when on their way to drop Kim off at home after the date, Kim had told them not to look back there until they got to their destination. The moans coming from the back somehow failed to preserve their modesty, though.

"I'd rather have had it been us," he stated baldly, showing her just how happy he was that she was sitting on his lap.

"You weren't thinking like that!" Jaelyn argued.

"You're right, I was thinking 'if that motherfucker cums on this interior, all three of them are cleaning that shit up!'" Bryan laughed.

"Now that I believe," Jaelyn said before kissing him.

"Yeah I think we've had enough chemistry for the day, you'll do great. Now we can study our own personal chemistry," he said with a wink when they broke the kiss. 

"That was so cheesy Bryan!" she teased.

"You liked it," he stated. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She loved the feel of him on top of her; she loved the feeling of his soft lips and wet tongue on her neck, ears and chest even more. Bryan began grinding his hard dick against her pussy and she knew it was time to get their clothes off. She managed to get his shirt off, ball it up and put it under her head so she could get a better view. When he kissed her again they played hide and seek with their tongues before she took his between her teeth and tenderly nibbled and sucked on it. He reciprocated and was tugging her shirt up over her waist when the door opened. Damn!

Kim and Adrianna got an eyeful of Bryan's body before Jaelyn quickly threw his shirt over to him.

"Oh, no wonder she was eager to 'study'." Adrianna said to Kim. Both of them placed their bags on their beds, almost in perfect unison. It was weird watching it, though Jae knew that she'd probably done the same thing when all three of them were together. The three of them probably looked like a walking Girl Scouts advertisement, one White, one Black, and one Asian, all beautiful. 

"Yeah I know, right?" This was now Kim's favorite phrase. She did that quite often; heard someone say something catchy and adopted it for a few weeks. Somehow she always seemed to make it sound better than they did though. 

"I mean I'd heard from a random stranger that she and Keith had broken it off..." Adrianna started.

"...and I heard that she and Bryan had danced all night at the club on the very same night that she and Keith had broken off..." Kim continued.

"But damn, it's not like I believed any of it since I knew my good friend and roommate would have at least given me a little heads up about some shit like that," Adrianna rolled her icy blue eyes and flipped her blond tresses.




Best Friends Ch. 03



"Yeah I know, right?" Kim smacked her gum. Jaelyn had had enough.

"Would you two please stop talking about me like I'm not in the room!" she spat out.

"I don't know...you sure have been acting like we haven't been in the room for the past week. Hi Bryan," Adrianna's gaze flickered over Bryan again.

"Hey Adrianna," he said, almost sheepishly. "Next time we're going to my apartment," he whispered to Jaelyn. She readily agreed. "It's not polite to whisper Bryan," Adrianna admonished. 

~

Jaelyn was ecstatic! It was a beautiful Friday, she'd gotten an A on her chemistry test and she was in love! She dialed Bryan's digits in her cell as she walked to her silver 2009 Jetta TDI. That car was her baby. 

"I got an A!" she exclaimed as soon as Bryan picked up the phone.

"Good job sexy, so I guess our study session paid off huh?" hearing Bryan's voice over the phone sent a longing through her body.

"Yep!" she said still excited. She'd just had to know what her grade was before the weekend, or she would have been sick with worry - not that she hadn't been sure that she would pass when she was answering the questions, but it was just so much better to know for sure. She'd begged Professor T. to let her know her score, and since, miraculously, everyone had been present for the exam, she'd gotten to see her grade after class. 

"Well how 'bout we celebrate?" she heard Bryan ask. 

"Can't," she said, disappointed, "the girls and I are having ladies' night. They're still a little ticked off about me not letting them know what was going on so we need to have a little female bonding," Jaelyn had thought she'd never hear the end of it when Bryan left that night. 

"Well, why don't you all stop over at The Pub when you all get done doing whatever girls do," he asked hopefully. 

"Yeah, I'm sure we could make that happen," Jaelyn agreed.

~

Jaelyn bobbed her head to the music, trying not to roll her hips in the seat while she was driving. She didn't have a clue what the song was about, something about sticks and stones and weed and bones, but the upbeat tempo, combined with the excitement that all three of them were sharing just made her happy. The atmosphere was definitely festive. The girls had gone shopping earlier, and this time the theme was: "au natural". They'd decided that they would do some old fashioned do it yourself pampering at their place with all natural, organic products. The challenge was to use the least chemicals possible. It was so fun! The three of them ended up with nails that were shaped and buffed to a beautiful shine and bare, moisturized skin and hair that smelled like heaven. It was so free and enlightening to go out with not a bit of makeup on. They'd found some wonderful natural products that made their skin and nails glow, but none of them wore makeup or perfume (though they certainly didn't skip the deodorant). It felt great!

They were so intent jamming to the music that was filling the car that they didn't have to talk. Which was a relief to Jaelyn because it seemed like she'd been talking all day -- she did however refuse to kiss and tell, which left Adrianna and Kim unsatisfied for a while but they finally got over it. All they needed to know, she thought, was that Bryan was now her man, and that they were happy together. Jaelyn had finally convinced them to go to The Pub after their girl session by letting them know that a lot of the frats would be there, so that's where they were heading to. Personally, Jaelyn was tired of the Frat boys; she was going for her man.

~

Bryan laughed at something Roland said, the problem was he didn't know exactly what it had been. He was too busy wondering what time Jaelyn and the girls would get here, well actually just Jaelyn, he didn't care if the girls came or not. He took a shot at the ball on the pool table and made it. He didn't really care for the game but he was moderately good at it, besides it gave him something to do while he waited. 

Waiting. It was definitely a change for him. He'd met up with Roland and Terrence, and usually the three of them had a good time together, but tonight he could barely even concentrate on what was going on because she was filling his mind. He took a sip of his beer. 

"And what do we have here?" He heard someone say loudly behind him. He turned around and was face to face with Keith. He nodded his head and then turned back around to size up his shots. 

"I've been hoping to run into you. I really should thank you for breaking Jaelyn in for me. It's great that you did that. Now she'll be ready for a real man," Bryan tensed and flexed his jaw. What did this fucker just say?

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about but your best bet is to keep Jae's name out your mouth," Bryan said calmly before making his next shot. 

"Ha ha! So it's true! The tell-tale sign that you've fucked her: getting all defensive and shit. That's funny," Keith said walking around the pool table and smiling at Bryan. Bryan glanced over at Roland and Terrence who were simply staring. They looked a little uncomfortable standing at the bar, drinks in hand in full hearing distance of the conversation. He put the last ball in the hole and watched Keith retrieve a pool stick and set up the game again. Arrogant mother fucker wasn't he? Bryan thought. Uninterested in playing, he pulled up a stool to watch, knowing that Keith wasn't done with his little tirade and so ready to knock him down a peg or two -- or three. He was too tense to sit on the stool though so he just leaned on it.

"Look I know you test drove her and all, but you two really shouldn't get too close, you know. No need pretending like you're actually going to be in a relationship with her or anything," Keith continued. 

"Look Keith, you and Jaelyn didn't work out, and that's fortunate," Bryan began, pacing around the stool as he spoke, "As a matter of fact it is I who should be thanking you for royally fucking up any chances you ever had with her. So thank you Keith. Oh, and by the way, Jae is with me now, so that means that anything that goes on between us is our business -- not yours. And even if she wasn't with me, Keith, anything rude that you say about her, personally offends me. So if I were you, I'd think twice about popping my mouth off." Bryan continued in a calm, pleasant manner though he let Keith know with every fiber in his body that lines were being crossed and that he was highly pissed off. He heard someone shuffle behind him and realized that Roland and Terrance were probably a little more uncomfortable now. 

Keith walked back around the pool table to the side where Bryan was, visibly thinking and shaking his head. "Dramatic and lengthy...damn, you must have gotten all up in that bitch's pussy. Huh, I bet she sucked your dick too huh Br-" Bryan's fist connected with the flesh of Keith's nose with a satisfactory crunch. It hurt like hell but it felt even better. 

"Bryan!" He turned around at the sound of Jaelyn's voice and immediately felt an impact to his forehead. Blood dripped into his left eye. He turned back around and saw Keith holding the poker stick that had just split his eyebrow. Anger boiled in him. Before he knew what he was doing he had Keith pinned against the wall, the poker stick at his throat, choking him. He stared into his face, joy lighting in him at the sight of Keith struggling, his broken nose pouring blood onto his fresh white tee shirt. Somewhere in the background he heard Jaelyn screaming his name. He knew he had to calm down but his body wouldn't let go. He felt four arms pull him away from Keith and was relieved. It was a good thing someone was there to get him off of the boy, whose face had turned a deep purple. Keith fell to the ground gasping for air. Terrance and Roland were gripping him from behind and telling him to calm down. People had gathered around and were murmuring. Jaelyn ran up to him. He didn't know if she was going to hug him or smack him, and for a moment it didn't look like she knew either. Then she hugged him hard and pulled a tissue out of her hand and carefully wiped the blood from his face. 

Everything quieted, and then Bryan heard someone yell, "Now, who called campus security?" there was nervous laughter. Bryan would have laughed as well at the authoritative way that the campus security officers walked in on the scene if he wasn't so pissed off, and if he hadn't been so torn up about the fact that he could have killed Keith only moments ago. This scene would have been a lot different. He looked at Jaelyn who had tears in her eyes. He wanted to kiss her, hug her; he wanted to tell her that everything would be okay. But he couldn't.



Best Friends Ch. 03



Chapter Three

It took me fifteen more minutes to gather the courage to leave the bathroom. I'd spent that time delaying – I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, flossed, then paced in the bathroom. I couldn't leave because I'd come to the conclusion that Doug had been standing outside the door the entire time and he had heard me come.

I stood with my hand on the door handle for about a minute before I finally turned it. I turned off the fan and the light, then walked quietly into the living room. The TV was on the same channel, and Doug was sitting in the same seat, still as stone. He had placed his beer to the side, and both his hands were gripping his thighs.

"I'm gonna go to bed," I said. It was only nine-thirty at night, but once I realized that there was definite unwanted tension in the room, I did not want to sit in it.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Night, kiddo."

"Nice to meet you," I blurted, then immediately winced.

"Yeah, you too," he responded weakly.

I turned and headed for the guest bedroom, clenching my fists and gritting my teeth. The awkwardness was palpable. If I had any doubts before, I certainly didn't have them now – Doug had definitely heard me.

But then I realized that I couldn't decide if this information was damning or more arousing.

I closed my door behind me and leaned against it heavily. My face was as red as a fire engine, and I could not quash the embarrassment. Walking out of the bathroom was like giving inevitable surrender, like confirming that what had just happened was very humiliating for both of us. At the same time, though, I was mystified. I wondered if he liked it.

But if he did, he'd certainly feel as ashamed as I did. I was his friend's daughter, and I was young enough to be his daughter. But if I dug deep and searched hard enough, I found that I could get past all of that and find the entire thing more erotic. The essential component to seeing it in a good light depended on the hope that he hadn't felt perverse about it, either. And I knew that that was highly unlikely.

Before I turned to my room to change into my pyjamas, I realized that I'd left my overnight bag in the front room.

"Shit," I hissed. "Shit!"

I did not want to go back out there and face him a second time. Feeling the shame in the air was enough to endure once. But I couldn't just as well spend the entire night locked up in my own room, afraid to go out in the open. I thought I might be able to wait until my dad got home and Doug finally decided to leave before I went back outside, but I had no idea when that would be or if it would actually happen within a reasonable time frame.

After a lot of pacing and plotting, I decided to sneak to the front for my bag. The chairs in the living room were positioned just so to create a blind spot from the hallway where my room was to the front. If I was quiet enough and swift enough, Doug might not even notice I'd been there at all.

I slowly twisted the door handle and pulled it open gently. The hinges were completely silent, which I was thankful for – a squeaky alarm would not have been in my favour. I tiptoed out of my room into the hallway, hugged the far wall, and quietly made my way past the kitchen towards the front room.

What I saw made me involuntarily halt.

Doug was resting his head back against the recliner while he gently kneaded his crotch with his right hand. My mouth dropped open and I had to cover it with both my hands to keep from letting loose any uncontrollable sounds. His lips were slightly parted, and the lines on his face were completely smooth. I could almost hear his breathing from where I stood – a soft moaning – and I instantly felt my body ignite and my crotch burn again.

His left hand came to his belt buckle and he worked it open before undoing his pants. My heart was hammering in my chest and sweat was budding on my palms as I watched him slide his jeans down slightly before he reached into his shorts and gripped his erection.

I was completely taken by surprise. I could barely register what was happening before me, and it took me several long moments of watching him before I started to consider what I should do next.

Initially, I didn't want to make myself known – we'd both faced enough embarrassment for one night, and letting him know that I was there and the tables had turned was the last thing on my list. I felt I was doing something illegal by standing there. But I liked it. And part of me wanted to let him know that I liked it.

I stood there watching him for a long time. His strokes became more vigorous, and he slowly slumped down in the recliner as his breathing became heavier.

It was then that I'd come to the conclusion that we'd already breached the wall of privacy with each other, and one more affront wouldn't hurt.

I slowly walked towards the living room, not trying to hide anything. He slowed considerably and sat up quickly, looking over at me with a stricken expression. I paused, trying to come up with the right words. We stared at each other like two frightened animals.

I could have been standing there for a minute before I decided that silence was the best thing I could say.

He watched me circle around in front of his chair with a conflicted look on his face, like he was trying to decide whether or not to stop me, or if he couldn't decide how wrong this was. When I stepped up to the chair, he flinched as if I were about to hit him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stayed silent. I waited for him to tell me off and end the whole thing right then, but at the same time I wanted to rush myself so that he didn't have any time to say no.

I got down on my knees and shyly shimmied in between his legs. I ran my hands over his thighs up to the top of his pants, then hooked my fingers inside and pulled them further down slowly.

He took in a sharp breath like he was going to say something again, but I didn't pause to let him have a word. Instead he lifted himself off the chair a bit so I could slide his pants off and drop them around his ankles. Then I swallowed hard and looked him in the eye.

"Do you have anything?" I asked.

He must not have understood what I was asking at first, for it took him several moments before he shook his head no. The look on his face wasn't the most welcoming, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to stop until he forced me to. So I slid my fingers through the opening in his boxers and gently brushed by his penis, teasing him. His eyes fluttered closed and he clamped his teeth together tightly, accentuating his jawline. It looked good when it stood out like that.

Then I wrapped my fingers around him in a firm grip.

He exhaled through his nose while his jaw slackened and his mouth opened ever so slightly. I carefully pulled him through the opening in his shorts, slowly stroking him. One of his hands wrapped around my wrist, like he wanted to pull my hand away, but he simply held it there, moving along with me as I jacked him off. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth then darted it across my lips before I bent down over him.

I parted my lips and lightly rested them on his head. He gave a drawn-out groan, letting go of my wrist and resting his hand on the back of my neck. I breathed against him gently, and he squirmed in his seat, as if he were refraining from thrusting into my mouth. But I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction so early.

I gently licked him on the front of his head, right where it merged with his shaft, and he squirmed again. While I had him writhing in his seat, I slowly slid my free hand up between his legs and gently cupped his balls. That drew another satisfying moan from him; I slowly rubbed circles with my palm and began to stroke a little faster, tightening my grip by a hair. His hand gripped my neck harder, and after a good minute of teasing, I opened my mouth wider and took his dick inside.

If he sounded aroused before, he seemed absolutely titillated now. I felt his head tip back onto the back of the chair, and he slowly ground himself against my face as I sucked him off. I dared swallowing his head every time I slid downward across his dick. I had a bit of a gag reflex, but I was able to get past it as long as I took things slow and carefully. But before long, my own arousal was starting to build, and the more turned on I was, the faster I wanted to go.

I picked up the pace, opting to hum instead of deep throat him. My hand stopped massaging his balls and slid up past the base of his penis and up his shirt. I was surprised to feel that his abs were firm and tight, and traced my fingers over his stomach enticingly, enjoying the feel of his muscles and skin.

He was blatantly guiding my head with his hand and rocking his hips in time with my strokes, forcing his dick just a little further into my mouth. It wasn't at the point where I thought I would choke on him, so I went along with it, feeling the burn in my crotch intensify. The need to get fucked was starting to ache in the pit of my stomach, and soon my hums became moans of ecstasy and heat.

Doug's hips lifted off the chair slightly as the rest of his body started to tense up. I took this as the sign that he was going to come soon, so I moved a little faster and gripped him a little harder. He let out a strangled groan as he released himself into my mouth. His orgasm was so strong that his semen shot right down my throat. I nearly gagged and pulled away from him, but I was able to stop the rest of it from going down the wrong pipe and let it collect in my mouth. It got to the point where I thought some of it would spill out from the corners of my lips if he didn't stop shooting soon.

But his body slowly relaxed, and no more cum filled my mouth. I pulled away from him slowly and gently, then briskly swallowed like I was taking a shot of Jack. The after taste was a bit on the bitter side, but it had an odd hint of pineapple. I smiled at the thought, but my grin vanished as soon as I made eye contact with him.

He still looked concerned about something, but there was also a feature on his face that made my stomach clench and my thighs burn. His hand was still gripping the back of my neck, and he didn't let me go. But I didn't want to be.

He slid off the chair onto the floor, and I slid back a bit to give him room. He got on his knees in front of me, still holding my head, then quickly moved in to kiss me. It caught me off guard – I didn't think it was in many guys' interests to kiss a girl just after she swallowed his baby batter – but he forcefully pried my lips open with his tongue and kissed me deeply. Immediately I could feel my nipples perk out again and my pussy lather with cream.

My heart felt like it was being pulled on each side and the rest of my body was turning to jelly. I had never been this worked up before. Neither of the guys I had been with made me feel like I was on the verge of exploding at any minute. And I liked what he was doing to me. While his one hand was still wrapped around the back of my neck, his other glanced over my chest as he made his way to the bottom of my shirt. He snaked his hand under it, up across my stomach, and cupped me over my bra, running the ball of his thumb over the general area of my nipple.

If he weren't holding my head in place, I would have fallen over from sheer weakness in my knees. I lost the ability to kiss him back for a moment as I moaned deeply, and he took the moment to pull me tighter to his body by my neck. I could feel his thickening cock pressed up against my crotch – it didn't take long for him to get it up again. I briefly thought about how most men had to wait at least thirty minutes before they could get another boner before he pulled away from me and nearly ripped my shirt up and off me.

He lunged back at me as soon as my shirt was off and ran his hands up my back with a satisfied moan. He pulled apart the hooks of my bra with ease and brushed my straps off my shoulders, pulling away from me slightly but refusing to break the kiss as he helped me slide it off of my arms. Once I was free of it, he grabbed both my breasts with a gentle squeeze – I was just the right size to give him a perfect handful. I moaned desperately against him again, and in response he pushed me back firmly and lowered me to the floor.

One of his knees wedged between mine and forced them apart as he lowered himself down on top of me, and it sent shock waves through my legs. He broke his mouth away from mine and buried his face into the crook of my neck; he had a light layer of stubble on his jaw, and it scratched against my soft skin, hurting just the right way. I gasped, bucking my hips against him gently, and one of his hands went to my hip, as if to pull me even closer.

Then he slid down me, briefly taking one of my nipples in his mouth and running his thumb over the side of my breast, making my breath hitch. His other hand went to my belt, and he started to undo it with hasty precision before unbuttoning my jeans. I felt a pulse of pleasure run up and down my stomach; he was undoing my pants, and he was going to give me what I desperately wanted. I bit my lower lip as he hooked his hands into the tops of my pants and pulled them and my panties down. He sat up to yank them to my ankles before slipping them off forcefully.

I was now buck naked in front of him, lying on the carpet of my father's living room floor. The bizarreness of the situation only hit me briefly before he pulled his sweater over his head and lowered himself over me again, gliding his cheek across my thigh before he took my cunt into his mouth.

My eyes closed and my mouth flew open in an O shape as the feeling of his tongue gently massaging my clit spread throughout my legs and my stomach. I arched my hips into his face, and he wrapped his arms over my legs, holding me by my waist as he worked at me. I finally found the air to let out a louder moan of pleasure than I intended. My hands gripped at the shaggy carpet, nearly pulling the fibres out by the handful. The pleasure was so intense that it felt like a constant, powerful orgasm. His lips and his tongue were everywhere, licking and rubbing just the right places, and before I knew it I was already building my way to another climax.

My legs involuntarily clamped around his head, and it only encouraged him to press harder, get more intense. I clutched my breasts and pinched my nipples hard, gritting my teeth as the pleasure intensified. I arched my back and pushed my hips into his face again as the release practically exploded from between my legs. I felt juices gush out of me and run along my ass cheeks; I felt my entire body shake as I lost control of my muscles; I felt Doug's hot moans against my crotch as licked my opening, lapsing up what I spilled.

I gasped repeatedly, trying to catch my breath again. That had been the most powerful orgasm of my life, including the one I had just given myself in the bathroom. Even though the waves from my orgasm gave an amazing tingling sensation all over my body, the hunger to be penetrated was more intense than it had been since this whole ordeal started. As Doug lifted his face away from me to wipe his face off with the back of his hand, I looked down at him pleadingly and barely managed to say: "Fuck me."

He looked back at me, stricken, hovering over my body. "I don't know..." he said, trailing off.

"Fuck me," I nearly growled. "Now."



Better Friends



The night has gone quite splendidly. I am up forty bucks from our weekly poker get together. There's forty bucks my wife June, will never know about. Maybe I'll even tell her I lost twenty. It's not that there's a problem, It's just nice to have some playing around money. As I gather the stinking ashtrays flowing over with cigar and cigarette buts, stick my fingers in five or sick beer glasses in order to better carry all at once, Jack ambles down the hall from my bathroom. 

I have known Jack for about thirty five years, actually since he left a whopping fart in the seat in front of me in first grade. We have vacationed together up north, hunted deer together and killed many a keg between us. He is a fairly important man in town, an alderman and owns a wildly successful Chevy dealership. Last month I bought my eighth pickup from Jack. He gave me a terrific deal as always. Once when June was going through a bout with breast cancer, Jack watched my kids for two whole weeks. Took care of me, too. He and Marge took over all our chores, even paying our bills. That's the kind of guy Jack is. A real solid guy. The type you can always count on. Like when he was my center when I was quarterback of the Prairie High Falcons. In over three years of playing, no matter what monster of a lineman was coming over the middle, Jack never failed to place that ball firmly in hands I held cupped under him.

Through the years we have had many disagreements, the worst being when his horny sixteen-year-old son Jeff was dating Chrissy, my first born. That one almost split us up for good. But we saw it through until Jeff eventually found a girl who "would". 

As he ambles over to help me clean up, Jack stumbles a bit. "Woah, buddy, how much have you had to drink," I inquire.

"Not Enough, " Jack giggles.

"Well, numbnuts, I don't think you should be driving tonight. Even if the cops do work for you."

"Heh, Heh, yeah, they ain't gonna mess with me."

"No, but I am!" And so saying I scoop up his keys from the counter and shove them in the pocket of my well worn jeans. "Now you gonna call Marge and tell her you are stayin' the night or do you want me to? If I do it, you will sound irresponsible, but if you do it, you will sound responsible."

"Naw, cummon, Mike I can't stay here. How am I gonna get to work tomorrow, shower and all that."

"For Christ's sake Jack you own the place. You can shower here, sleep here, if need be you can even borrow one of my suits We are after all, the same size. Now cut it out. You know I am right. You can't drive, It is too late to ask Marge to drive all the way over here, June and the kids are visiting her mom and dad in Idaho, I got three bedrooms you can sleep in, not countin' the guest room. Now Knock it off. so you are staying and that's final!"

"Well, Jeez, jeez, OK, OK, Mr. quarterback."

"On second thought, don't let's wake Marge, it's after one. Just stay and we'll call her first thing in the morning. She knows where you are and she knows I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You know that too, don't you Jack?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. I love you, too, buddy. Anyway, now I can have another beer."

"Sure, we'll have one together. And we'll have a shot of that 20 year old bourbon I have been saving!" Pointing to the remaining detritus. "Leave that shit, I'll get it in the morning. Cummon." I pop two Pabst from the fridge and snatch the bottle of golden brown liquor by the neck, heading for the den.

Propping up my feet on the coffee table I hand one beer to Jack as he plops beside me on the nearly collapsed sofa. He has sat in that spot so many times the old leather is shaped to fit his butt. The hills and valleys of this old broken down sofa have accommodated our rumps many times before; heard all the tales of woe and screams of joy, all the victories of this team or that, all the bitter defeats; For both of us, plopping here is like coming home.

Tonight, though, something is different. His thigh lies along mine in that same old familiar way, that same old familiar heat warms the leg of my well worn jeans. So why am I noticing? I shake my head and the strange feeling passes. My hand absently punches the remote. Some old fight comes on. The typical battle royale between two aging former champs, too old to be taking punishment, but too stupid and too poor to quit; trained for nothing else, and still young by non-boxing standards, they battle on. Like most of us I guess.

"Did you here about old Ted Blaine?"

"No what about Him?" I take a sip, a swig.

"He's fuckin' dead man!"

"Ted? Ted's younger than me. What the fuck happened, Man?" I pass the bottle.

"The big C. man, cancer, of the prostate."

"Holy Shit, man. God damn, they are droppin' like flies all around us."

"Yeah, kinda scary."

"That fucking cancer man, scares the shit outta me!"

"Me, too. Especially that prostate shit. I hear first you lose your ability to fuck, to cum, to make cum, the whole nine yards. Then the rest. It only took Ted nine months from the time they said he had it, then blam, gone!"

"I guess I don't mind dying, well, yeah, I guess I'd mind like hell, but, jeez to lose IT first and then go through all that. I Think that's what I am scared of most."

On the screen the two fighters are slumped against one another like spent lovers, each gasping for whatever air he can suck; punching listlessly and praying for the bell. At the clap, ten seconds before the bell, they separate and dance around a bit, one punch landing, soaked up like the hundreds of others before it.

Jack and I sit quiet for a few minutes, watching the fight, but not really. I for one am contemplating eternity, or the lack thereof, mortality.

My glance drops and I can't help but notice that Jack has an erection, his cock long down the leg of his business suit pants. I quickly look away.

"What do you know about the prostate,"Jack asks.

"Not very much, just what I've heard."

"Like what."

"What the fuck you askin' me that for? What am I your doctor?"

"Well, don't get pissed, man I was just askin'."

"What the fuck you wanna ask me something like that for, huh?"

"Look, Mike, I was askin' you 'cuz, well, who the fuck you gonna talk about this shit with if you can't talk to your best friend? Huh? Who else?"

Turning to look straight in Jack's face, concerned by a tone there, a hint of something. "Jack, is there something wrong?"

"I dunno if I wanna tell you now."

"Cummon, man, I'm sorry.. I didn't mean nothin'."

"Well, were you ever, like, not , not able to, well, you know, with June?"

"You mean ED, Like on the Commercials?" I laugh loudly.

"God Mike, you gonna laugh at me?"

"I am only laughing, my good friend, because that kinda shit happens to everybody. Just forget it. Buy her a sexy new negligee or a new dildo, you'll be fine. Fuck, I couldn't help but notice you seem to have one fine hard on right now."

Jack blushes a bright red, stammering, trying to say something. "When I heard about Ted." 

"Yeah? Uh huh?"

"Cummon Mikey, listen to me now, ok. "Don't laugh and don't fuck around. This is serious. And I can't think of anybody else in the world I could talk to about this. Please?"

"Okay, buddy, I'll try. I'll be good. Haven't I always been here for you. All these years. If it's serious, if you need me, need my help, I'm here for you. Always. You know that. I am your best friend. Your very best all the time forever and ever friend, like we used to say in the fourth grade. Okay?"

"Like I said, I went to my doctor cuz I heard what happened to Ted and I wanted to, you know, check things out, be sure, ya know, get a checkup. Have you ever done that, you know get a prostate exam, where the doc,you know sticks his finger up yer. . . "

Smiling slightly. My doctor's a 'she'."

Mike laughs, "Figures."

"Well anyway, here goes: the doc sticks his finger up in me, and you know, feels around in there. And so I says 'What ya doin' in there doc, drillin' for oil'. And before I even got the words outta my mouth he touched something in there and I swear to god, don't you Laugh, Michael Hunter. I swear to god I shot a huge load right out on the examining bench thing there. I was so fucking surprised, so fucking embarrassed. And ever since, I swear I can't get it up for Marge. I keep thinking about that finger, about how strong I came."

"And you are thinking about it now? That's why you have a . . . er hard on right now?"

Jack blushes again. "Shit Yeah, I guess." he reaches pushing down hard on his crotch like all guys do to get rid of a hard on, even though we know it just makes it worse. "But that ain't the point. What am I gonna do?"

I turn and slap him lightly on the shoulder. "First of all you gotta stop worrying about it. Worry is the death of erection. Hmmm. I know. Have you asked Marge to, you know, use her finger on you?"

"Are you kiddin'? After all these years? She'd think I was cheating on her and learned something new from some whore or something. I can't ask Marge to do something like that!"

"Why not? Well, ok, friend, now it is your turn to not laugh." I can feel myself blushing at the roots of my red hair, the balding spot in the middle hot, my freckles flushing crimson. June uses a finger on me sometimes, especially when she is going down on me. I don't think I ever had the, the . . . prostate thing, whatever that is, but . . . but, well hell it feels good and I like it."

"Really, she, June, plays, with your, your ass?"

"Well, not all the time, but yeah, I asked her to years ago. I was reading this, thing, you know, actually in a woman's magazine, you know, one of those 'Twelve Ways To Please Your Man' kinda things. So I asked her if she would try it, showed her the magazine. It took a while to talk her into it, you know women, but yeah, she does it now some times and I like it. Sometimes. Haven't you ever er, you know . . . done it in Marge's ass?"

"Are you fucking kidding, she'd throw me out of the house!"

"Wow I had no idea Marge was so, so, so straight. She does go down on you though, right?" "Well, she tried it once and never liked it so I don't force it."

On the screen the two old timers cling to one another like old desperate friends, tossing in the occasional swat as if to say, "I am still here". It strikes me as extremely intimate, this mortal embrace. I notice that I have a raging erection from all this sex talk. I wonder if fighters ever get erections from all that intimate contact. Immediately I think of that erection bulging next to me and try to shut off the image. "Imagine. Thinking about Jack's erection. My best friend." I get up clumsily and head for the kitchen. "I need a glass of water," I lie.

I drink anyway to keep up the image and calm down my raging dick, and immediately have to piss. "Be right back, gotta piss. It is getting late. You think we can talk more later? You okay if we postpone until I am more sober and thinking straighter?" I head for the bathroom, close the door and take 'him' out. "What a strange night," I think. I cannot deny I have a hard on from thinking about, almost, well, ok, looking at, Jack's hard on. But only through his slacks, so it doesn't really count. Immediately I imagine what he would look like without the slacks. "What the hell is going on?" I shake, wipe and leave. 

"You want to shower tonight or in the morning, or both? I ask Jack."

"Well, is there enough hot water for both of us?"

"UH, WHAT?"

"Shit, Mike, not together, I meant one after the other. What the hell you thinking?"

By this time I am standing over Jack, he is seated on the sofa. My raging hard on is about a foot from his face.

"I don't know, I been thinking all sorts of strange things tonight."

"So I see," Jack says, gesturing at my crotch and grinning.

I do the pushing down thing, right there in front of his face. The result is the same. My erection only grows. "Fucking thing won't go away. You'd think with all I have to drink I wouldn't be able to get it up. But there it is and it ain't going away."

"Me too," Jack says, shrugging.

"Did you ever think about,". . . I begin.

"Yes," Jack answers quietly.

"What?"

"All those times in High school, all those times you stood behind me and basically put your hands on my balls, my ass? Oh yeah, I have thought about it." Realizing that the liquor, the talk, the situation, has made him speak perhaps more openly than he intends, he looks down at the floor, avoiding my gaze, the back of his neck flaming crimson.

I step forward and place my hand on his upper arm. "You mean? You don't mean? What are you saying, Jack?"

"I don't know. It's just all these years, everything. You are always on top of things, always in charge, always . . .always there, always touching me, but not really. Most of the time I don't know what to feel."

"Jack. Jack, look at me!" I grasp his other arm, his eyes rise to meet mine. "Are you really saying what I think you are?"

"Like I said. Maybe it's the liquor, maybe I am finally facing the truth, maybe it's just poor old Ted, losing his hard on, his cum, then his life. Maybe it's that goddamn finger. I don't know. I don't know nothing anymore. I am just tired of being good old regular Jack. Good old go along to get along. I want to Live before I go out like poor Ted."

"Cummon, buddy, Let's get you a shower and into bed. Take the day off tomorrow and we'll talk some more." I move my arm around his shoulder. "Okay? Okay Jack? Come on." I take his arm and lead him down the hall, into the bathroom, turning on the shower hot and hard. Go on Buddy, you'll feel better. I'll get you a towel." I slip out of the bathroom, but it turns out June has denuded the cabinet of towels for the trip. Moving to the back laundry room, I grab a couple of big fluffy black towels and return to the bathroom. 

Jack is in the shower already as I turn to hang the towels on the rack. His head is under the water so he neither hears nor sees me gawking at him, as he nonchalantly pulls on and strokes his cock and balls. I stand there rooted. The pebbled glass of the shower door distorts, but does not obscure the length and strength of Jack's equipment. Still I stand and watch. "Why am I standing there watching my friend stroke himself," I ask myself. In answer, my own cock throbs and rises inside my worn old jeans, spreading out along that thin whitened patch worn in the jeans by his constant presence.

My Adam's apple seems to have grown to the size of a cantaloupe. My heart is pounding , my pulse beating in my ears like ocean waves as I quickly tear off my shirt and jeans. Something in my head keeps telling me "No! No! What is this? Are you turning fucking gay or something," but something else, something stronger, from a deeper, more primitive place urges me on as I tear off my clothes and reach for the shower door.

"Huh?" Jack looks up, confused as he sees me stepping into the shower. But then his eyes rove downward, see the state my cock is in, raging hard and throbbing. He steps back from the sheer force of it. I move forward and pin his body against the shower wall with mine. His cock is as hard as mine, poking me in he lower belly. My arms go around him. The stiff curls of his chest hair are rough against my nipples. Our cocks touch, his need throbbing against my dick.

I reach between us to retract my foreskin, so taut it seems ready to split. My hand touches his hardness and I grasp it, the first cock other than my own to ever be in my hand. He feels hot and heavy in my palm. I stroke him gently and he moans, "Oh Mickey," leaning against my body and urging his hips against me in a soft fucking motion, the slippery head of his cock slipping through my fist and bumping against my groin. I gasp as he reaches to grab me. We stand there for a few moments, our bodies gently swaying against one another, cocks in each other's hand, steaming water pelting our heads.

Jack pushes me softly back to look in my eyes. "What now," he asks. I am gone, lost. If this is sin, so be it! If this is queer, so be it! Once again my body forces him back. My lips find his. His beard and mustache are scratchy, weird and masculine against my face but so exciting, so intimate. He struggles against me, trying to pull his lips, his face away, but I persist, my tongue probing, searching. He struggles again. I move my fist on his manhood tight and hard and fast. He moans into my mouth and opens to me, returning my kiss hungrily, almost brutally. I release his cock and reach behind him, grasping his ass cheeks and grinding his cock against my erection.

Once again we separate, circling like boxers in a tiny ring. I reach for his raging cock, but he turns aside. I grab his arm and turn his back to me, stepping forward to lay my body against his, my long manhood poking at his tight buns. "Wait," his voice chokes. As best he can in the confined quarters, he bends in that position of long ago, his hands around an invisible football. I step forward, cupping my hands under his ass, as I have hundreds of times before, but this time I feel the soft tight flesh of his naked balls on the back of one hand, the hardness of his cock against the palm of the other.

"Hut, down, blue, eighty three," he whispers. I take hold of him and move forward, the long, strong stretch of my cock lies in the groove above his tight ass cheeks, throbbing. I move my hands on him as I slide my hips forward and back, cock sliding slipperily - blindingly, achingly hard.

Above my hands the soft warm swell of his scrotum slides over my knuckles, so I turn over my hands, reaching with one to grasp his rigid dick, the other his tightening balls. From deep within him he breathes "Oh." Above my hands the soft warm swell of his scrotum slides over my knuckles, so I turn over my hands, reaching with one to grasp his rigid dick, the other his tightening balls. From deep within him he breathes "Ohh". I caress softly with both hands. Jack's cock pulses and throbs in my left. My right hand feels his balls tighten and draw up, as my hand moves forward and back, the knuckle of my middle finger bumps along and slightly in and out of his puckered anus. I invert my right hand, still holding his rampant cock with my left, and begin to tease and tickle and poke at his tight hole. With each contact his cock jumps and his ass contracts as if trying to suck in my finger.

The fluid oozing from my cock and running down his crack, mixes with the warm water from the shower to provide excellent lubrication as my finger plunges deeper. After a few strokes Jack is panting and wriggling.

Suddenly I break contact, reach around and turn off the shower, grab Jack by the arm and lead him dripping to my bed. I haven't waited all these years for a meaningless quickie. I lay Jack on his back in the middle of my bed, spread his legs and kneel between them. His dick points straight at the ceiling and mine points straight at his. I smile and bend to take his cock head into my mouth. I am astonished how much I like the smell and taste of him.

All the jokes I've made, all the sneering comments about cock sucking, yet here I am, and enjoying it. My tongue swirls around and around jacks slippery cock head, feeling it throb in my mouth, feeling and tasting the lubrication flowing from him. I use my hand to pull up his foreskin and slide my tongue under it to lick all around inside. I pull his foreskin back tight against his body so tight that the little lips of his cock part, so I flick my tongue rapidly over them and point my tongue poking the very tip between his cock lips.

Jack moans and squirms below me, thrusting his hips up at me, seeking deep penetration of my throat, but I back off, teasing him. I purse my lips around the fat throbbing vein along the underside of his cock, sliding up and down, burying my face in his balls on the down stroke. His pre-cum wets the side of my face, so I lick at it, savoring the hot musky taste. I tease and taste and nibble and lick, crazy with the joy of my first cock. 




Better Friends



Suddenly I thrust my face down, taking in the full length of him. He cries out softly and I choke myself, gagging. I try again more slowly. My mouth sucks at the furry base of him, soft red pubic hairs tickling my nose, while my throat swallows around his fat cock head. I begin to repeat this process over and over. Jack grasps the back of my head and pulls me down as he thrust his hot meat up into my throat. Gagging once again I struggle free, holding his hands roughly against his thighs.

Up and down my head bobs on him. Faster and faster I lick, suck, slurp, swallow. Harder and harder he thrust his hips up at me his cock down my throat. I feel a change coming, a hard throbbing, a rippling. I release his hands. He grabs me hard with both hands, forcing my head down tight against him as he shoots hot gobs of milky cum against the back of my throat. I gag only once as I swallow and swallow. Jack''s hands hold my face against him for a long time, his softening penis wilting inside my mouth as it jumps and jerks in soft aftershocks. Finally his hands fall to his sides in completion. 

After several minutes I move my mouth from him and kneel up, looking into his face. Jack begins to speak, but I reach and place my fingers on his lips, hushing him. I slide out from between his legs. Crossing his ankles, I flip him over, using the technique we both learned in lifesaving classes so many years ago. Soundlessly, I roll off the bed and drag him toward me. I stand and guide him to stand in front of my, my cock rock hard against his rounded ass cheeks. I push his head down until he is bent over in front of me. My hands and knees spread his legs. Once again placing both my hands below his ass, touching his cock and balls with The backs of my hands. I arch my back until the firm red head of my swollen cock touches his puckered ass ring. "Blue, thirty-two, hut hut," I whisper softly. 

"Oh god, oh god yes," jack moans. I can hear the tears in his voice, but I do not pause to question, do not hesitate. My hips jerk forward and the fat wet head of my cock pops into Jack's tight virgin center. I feel a certain pride beneath my lust, a feeling of rightness that I, his quarterback, should be the first to have him, to take my center in such an oh so personal way. A harsh moan, almost a growl, escapes Jack's throat as I press deeper then deeper yet, grasping his hips in my athletic hands.

As I begin a slow, long, deep in and out motion, visions flood my mind. I replay the hundreds of times Jack has previously bent over in front of me, my hands on his ass, his genitals and I smile, feeling the strong sense of inevitability in our actions. I am overwhelmed at the greatness, the rightness of our joining. As the sweat runs down my face, I lick my lips, once again experiencing the overwhelming hot man smell and taste of Jack's cum.

Lust overtakes me like a demon and I slam and slam into jack, over and over, burying his face in the bedsheets.

"Huhn. . . huhn. . . hunh" large expulsions of air rush from jack with each gigantic thrust. He begins to flop and sag beneath me and I feel his anal path open more fully to my onrushing cock as he surrenders to me totally. His cries blend together into one long soft keening moan.

Now that he is totally mine, totally in surrender, I push his back down further onto the bed, his ass rising higher. I step one step closer and rear up on my tiptoes so my cock is ramming straight down, stabbing at his prostate with each thrust. I can hear my success in the change in the tone of Jack's moans and soon it is obvious that he is cumming strongly into the bed.

Still I do not pause in my frenzy. On and on I plunge in a madness of lust and power, taking him, using Jack yet helping him fulfill his long awaited destiny. 

As I slam down and down the springs of the bed respond and his ass begins to bounce up to meet my downward strokes. Jack's tailbone bumps my groin at the upper base of my cock. The pressure on my own prostate becomes intense and I begin to flood his ass channel with my hot cum. On and on it goes, the cum flowing from me in a seemingly endless stream until I can cum no longer and fall, spent, upon his back, kissing and nibbling his shoulders and the back of his neck until I drift into that semi-slumber which always follows my cumming.



Best Friends Ch. 04



Before that day it would have been inconceivable that Corey, my son Lee's best friend and the son of my best friend Amanda, could have been so successful in seducing me. It proved how ready I was to accept such an astonishing approach, or, how morally bankrupt I had become to have allowed it to happen. Lee had gone to the gym; he said to meet Corey, to workout together. Not ten minutes later Corey came to the house and, to my amazement, came onto me and worked me into such a frenzy that I ended up in bed with him. To make matters more complicated it was Lee's bed. Corey, like my son, wasn't yet twenty years old but I was overwhelmed by his sexual maturity. He brought me to orgasm so many times. I couldn't believe it! I felt wicked and perverted being involved with a person as young as he, but was more excited than I had been since I was a newlywed. He was so very considerate of my feelings too...even cuddled with me until I fell asleep. I can't even remember when I had last cuddled with my husband.

Every thing about the experience with Corey was so delicious that I thought I had dreamed it. Then, I awoke in an unfamiliar bed to the voice of my son. I was awakened with the words," What are you doing in my bed, Mom?" It was one of those moments, like, when you've taken the afternoon off and sneaked home and were sleeping on the couch and you dreamed that your boss was looking through your window, knocking on it, awakening you with a start, your guilt boiling all over you. But that was just a dream. Lee was looking down at me and I was in his bed...with just a sheet covering my naked body. 

I wiped drool from my chin, closed my eyes and re-opened them to confirm that I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't, and, the only thing between him and my naked body was the thin sheet. What had I done? What was I going to do? I was trapped! Self-consciously I pulled the sheet tightly over my body, which just better defined my naked form through the thin material. His eyes left mine, slowly scanning my body. I knew he wanted to say something; it was all over his face. "What is it son," I asked, hoping against hope that any conversation would help extricate me from this situation. 

"Are you sure you're alright Mom?" He seemed to be choosing his words discreetly. Could he have possibly known about Corey and me? I stalled, trying to engage him in meaningless conversation until I could collect my wits. 

"How was your workout with Corey," I asked. 

"He didn't show up Mom; I thought he might have come here," he said, "thought he might be here when I came home." Our house was Corey's second home. There is no reason he wouldn't have come here. But, I still had a funny feeling about it. I was trying to figure out what excuse I could give him to explain why I was in his bed, the words wouldn't come, nor could I decipher the look in his eyes. The silence seemed interminable. 

He didn't look surprised to see me in his bed. I would have expected that he would have. But, his demeanor changed and the color of his face turned red, rising like the red line in a thermometer. "I," he began but stopped then started again. "Mom...I left... the door open... that day." I knew immediately what he was talking about. It was the opening I had been praying for, which allowed me to catch my breath and get off the defensive.

"It was more my fault than yours baby. I shouldn't have been watching."

"But I wanted you to see me Mom. I wanted you to see it all. Did you think I was sick?"

"You weren't sick baby, just driven by a fantasy. Everybody goes through that at one time or another...and I did watch you after all." I reached up, took his hand and squeezed it. We were talking about the day I had walked passed his room a couple of weeks before and heard him moaning. At first I thought he might have hurt himself playing sports and started to walk in but stopped when, through the crack in the door, I could see him lying naked on his bed, masturbating, with a girly magazine in one hand and his swollen cock in the other. I saw it all in the mirrored closet doors at the foot of his bed, saw him stroking, and saw him cum all over himself. 

"I hoped you would see me Mom, through the crack in the door. I knew you would be able to see me in the mirror if you looked." I was secretly astounded that he had staged it, secretly pleased. "I saw you watching and hoped you would come in." 

What kind of wildness was going on in my life that could cause my son to be drawn to me this manner? Not only had I watched him like a perverted voyeur, I was turned on by it...and, when I finished watching him I went to my own room and fingered my soaking pussy until I came. Averting my eyes in both shame and anticipation I asked in a barely audible whisper, "And what did you think of me watching you Lee?" 

"I...I...was hoping you would come in and... be with me," he said, tears welling in his eyes. "Do you think I'm a creep, Mom?" 

I bit my lip and closed my eyes for a second. I was so conflicted... felt ashamed of myself, shamed that I had watched, shamed that I had been discovered and shamed that I had just been fucked by Corey, Lee's friend...fucked by him in Lee's own bed. Flames of guilt licked at my being. Tears welled in my eyes. I squeezed his hand again and pulled him forward, beckoning him to sit on the bed beside me. "Oh Lee," I said as he sat down," I feel so flattered that a young man like you would feel that way about an old woman like me." The flow of my feminine moisture was quenching the flames of guilt. 

"I don't think you are old Mom, I think you're beautiful, and, I just haven't been able to stop these feelings." He blushed again. 

My hands let go of the sheet and I sat up, the fabric falling and exposing my breasts. My outstretched hands clasped his and I pulled him closer. I kissed his cheek, tasting his salty tears, then kissed his lips. They were incredibly soft for such a young person and I wondered where he had learned to kiss like that. Our arms enfolded each other's body and we hugged tightly. 

"Watching you masturbate, Lee," I murmured into his ear, "was beautiful. I haven't got the image out of my mind." His eyes widened. "Since I saw you, each time I've walked by your door, I wished I would find you doing it again." How can I be confessing this, I thought. My son was transfixed. "Every night, after you have gone to bed, I have listened for you, to hear if you might be masturbating."

"I jack...uh...masturbate... every night Mom," he said, eager to stimulate the conversation, considerate of my sensitivity to coarse talk.

"I know," I interrupted, "I've heard you my baby. I've heard you...and... I've done it too, while you were doing it...and... I... wanted to be with you...doing it... with you. It's alright to use those kinds of words baby; words like jacking off or jerking or 'beating my meat' I find them all exciting. I have had to pretend to you that I didn't like that kind of language. But, It's such a boy thing and love that you use them."

He shook his head eagerly and said, "Wow."

It was out in the open. My guilt had been forced out by my lust for my son and I lied to cover the reason I was in his bed. "And I've been coming to your bed like this almost every day Lee...hoping that you would come in and catch me." His eyes widened again, and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. But the look on his face told me that he didn't believe me. 

I felt like such a fraud. But, it was clear that he wanted me. And, I wanted him. Sandwiching his cheeks between my hands I kissed him. Our lips melted together, both working and suckling, both of us thrilled in as a sexual expression what we had done numerous times out of filial love. His right hand lifted the sheet and found my left breast which, along with his breath from his nostrils washing my cheek, sent tendrils of electricity throughout my body. 

"Oh God Mom," he gasped before devouring my lips again. 

Panting, I asked, "Would you like to take your clothes off baby?" He nodded and I pulled his t-shirt up and over his arms. Hugging him to me, his warm, hairy chest flattened my breasts. Our kisses were hungry, long and messy, our tongues probing and discovering; our saliva drooling down our chins. Breaking our kiss we panted and searched each other's eyes. He laid his head on my breast while his hand nervously pressed on my abdomen. 

"I never really thought it would.... happen, Mom," he said, the warmth of his words wafting across my stomach.

"Hmmmm," I purred, "maybe it's destiny." Jesus, I thought, I know this is wrong. But, I want him so fucking much. Then, I thought of Corey and wondered how all this could be happening...on the same day!

Though I had lied about why I was in his bed I had thought of doing it more than once. What was more farfetched was that I had just used his bed to be fucked to oblivion by his best friend, a preposterous young man who had succeeded so easily in getting me there. I had been starved for sex for so long that I must have been sending out signals to both Lee and Corey, and now, sex was raining on me like manna on the Israelites in the desert. It was like I had made a deal with Mephistopheles and he was lavishing me with his sensual abundance. Had I sold my soul to the Devil? Frankly, I just didn't give a shit.

My hand found its way into Lee's shorts, then, his jockstrap. His cock was a handful, so big in the confines of the cup of his supporter. I kneaded his balls (my son's balls!) They were big, hanging low in his sac. He smelled of sweat from his workout, a smell I had never found attractive, but now it was working on me like an aphrodisiac. 

The sheet was off and his hands were exploring my arms, my back, my sides and... my breasts. My pussy, still wet with Corey's cum, was flooding with my feminine juices. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. "Oh God... My baby," I gasped in a throaty moan, "I love you so much!" My body quaked with the onset of my rising orgasm and I squeezed Lee's head in a death grip with my right arm as I exploded, writhing uncontrollably against him, my left hand squeezing his cock inside his jockstrap. 

"Mom...mom," he panted, sounding like a little boy, then stiffened and shuddered, the hot ooze of his cum flowing over my hand in the cup of his supporter. It's hard to put into words what it meant to me, having my son in our virgin experience together, cum with me. It had been so long since I had rejoiced in satisfying a man. 

Sex had become so one-sided in my marriage that I just accepted that Arthur was going to come inside my pussy or in my mouth. His ejaculation was always the final punctuation to love making, if I could call it that. Whenever he came I was barely getting started and, after awhile, I just considered it one of my wifely duties. 

It wasn't until Amanda had rekindled the flame... showing me how a woman could make love to another woman, showing me how I could reap joy out of satisfying her needs as well. Corey, her son had just this day, shown me that he was caring about my satisfaction, showed me that he wanted to take care of my needs and, in return, allowed me the joy in satisfying him. I asked myself again, How could this be happening to me...all at once?

That Lee, my precious son, had come in my hand was a tribute that sent warmth throughout my body. My fingers, like those of a silk dealer feeling the material, smoothed through the slippery aloe of his semen. Fantasies of making love to my son had been filling me with guilt. But now, the guilt had been replaced with joy. Our lust for one another had been unlocked and we were free to explore. 

Taking Lee's hand I stood up and beckoned him to stand in front of me. I peeled down his shorts and looked at the wet pouch of his full jockstrap, a string of semen leaking through the mesh cup, stretching. I caught the string in the hollow of my hand where it pooled, then, spread the balm over my nipples. "Look at us Lee," I said, standing hand in hand with him...my young Adonis, "Look at the beauty of our bodies in the mirror." 

Our reflection in the mirrored closet doors showed a mature woman and a young man, naked except for the man's jockstrap. Lee, at 6'2" towered over my five feet four inches. Every muscle in his body was chiseled; his biceps, pecs, six-pack abs, his well defined thighs and his calves all made him look like Michelangelo's statue of David. At 46 I was well preserved, having worked hard at keeping myself fit. My breasts(the sperm on my nipples making them sparkle), though somewhat small, had not yet given way to gravity, my hips(slightly thickened by age) complimented my hour-glass figure and my legs could have been the legs of a ballerina. I turned, lifted my face for his kiss and he leaned into my mouth with his warm, pliable lips.

As we kissed I hooked my thumbs in the wide band of his jockstrap and peeled it down. He stepped out of it. "Look at us Lee," I said, and we turned facing the mirror. I was so pleased that I had resisted Arthur's insistence that we circumcise the boy when he was born. Yes, I thought, he looks just like the statue of David. 

His penis was rising again. "Watch your mother, honey," I said, feeling bold and liberated, turning him sideways to the mirror and kneeling. Reaching up I grasped his cock in my hand and stroked it gently, ironing out the wrinkles of his re-hardening shaft. I rolled his foreskin back, exposing his beautifully shaped head. That's what I notice first when I saw him masturbating that day: a beautifully lavender colored glans that was shaped like a helmet, flowing gracefully from a rounded tip to the flange of its rim. I rolled back his foreskin over his prepuce, having never had this experience before, playing with my new toy.

He looked sideways at the mirror, bending his knees with the excitement of his mother playing with his cock, watching it grow with my touch, his eyes widening and his mouth forming an oval and whispering "ooh," with each new sensation.

Rising up on my knees I stroked him with my right hand. And, with my left, I cradled then fondled his balls, excited at how heavy and low they hung away from his body. The woman in the mirror touched the bottom of his scrotum and the young man in the mirror flexed his knees and "oohed" his lips. When she sucked the large, oyster-like testicle between her moistened lips, he closed his eyes tight, puckered, then his mouth formed the silent words, "oh Mom."

He was biting his lower lip when I looked away from the mirror to give my full attention to his cock. I lovingly stroked it, amazed at how long it was, and how warm and full it felt in my hand and how long it took for my hand to complete its stroke. His shaft was not as thick as Corey's but it was substantial in proportion to his length...perfect. He was completely hard, the stretched skin of his lavender head shining in the light from the window. His slit looked like two pursed lips that were oozing a crystal clear saliva between them. I squeezed his shaft and milked him, catching the string of his ooze in the hollow of my outstretched tongue then licking the slippery smear on the bottom of his head... in the groove. 

Lee wiggled, dipped and rose, his sighs and moans increasing with intensity. I glanced over at the mirror, thrilled by the image of my boy's rigid cock plugged into his mother's mouth. The feel of his cock filling my mouth and the vision I captured in the mirror made the experience more delicious. My hands clutched my son's muscular buns and my saliva slicked lips slid over his cock, taking it deep inside my mouth. What a slut I am, I thought, reveling in my wickedness. 

He wove his fingers in my hair and guided my head on and off his throbbing phallus, fucking my mouth with quivering jabs while raising and lowering himself like a carousel horse. "Oh mom... mahm, " he whimpered, his voice sounding like the voice of a little boy, his movements becoming more urgent. Suddenly he stiffened and gasped, "Mom, Mom, I'm gonna to cum!" and tried to push my head away. 

Through the crack in the door I had been impressed while watching him masturbate; that time he had stroked for so long before he came. Just a little while ago, he had cum in my hand and I thought it would be impossible for him to ejaculate again so soon. I was astonished but I wanted his cum, wanted to feel it shooting into my mouth, wanted to savor its warm slickness, wanted its musky taste. I resisted, shaking my head saying, "nuh-uh," wrestling with him, prying his hands off my head, keeping his cock in place, sucking faster and faster.

"Mom!!"

The experience was surreal...so incredibly beautiful. Like a dream in slow motion I heard, echoing in the canyon of my ears, "Mom!" The size of his cock filling my mouth felt like it had increased beyond my capacity; it didn't hurt...was just...huge. The tightened o-ring of my lips could feel the rush of his cum which seemed to be rippling through his canal and when the hot surge of his semen finally splashed against the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat it seemed to explode, not a hurtful explosion, but like a splatter of soothing aloe that I could feel dripping from my uvula. It was instant replay, happening over and over again, like in a movie which re-emphasized an incredible series of events, each event seeming separate: first the ripple, then the explosion, the sagging of the white cream on my mucous membrane, the gout of jizz sliding down my uvula and finally, the gentle coat of sperm forming into a pool on my tongue.

"Mom!!" Lee stiffened like he was having a seizure and his body shivered in jerky tremors. I kept suckling his cock and he squirted again, this time unhinging his knees which almost fell out from under him. "Mahhhhhhm," he gasped then fucked my mouth on his own, freezing and cumming again and again He collapsed on me and we both sagged to the floor. While I rolled the oyster of his cum around my tongue, he lay gasping, like a runner who had just completed the marathon.

We slumped on the floor, my mouth still on his cock, feeling it become smaller, beginning to shrivel. His hands and arms were laying on the floor like he had been told to stick-em up, his mouth opening and closing, saying words, "Jesus," "Mom," "Oh fuck," "Holy shit." His leg was over my head, his foot massaging my back. As his cock shrank, I played with his foreskin, pulling it over his glans, popping it back, licking every drop of cum that was caught within its folds.

"Baby," I said, "Do you think you can get hard again?"

"Christ, Mom...I can't believe you. I have been dreaming about something like this happening for so long. But, I always thought you'd be pissed off at me if you knew I was thinking like this. Jesus!"

"Can you get hard again Lee?"

"Yes, Mom...but, it's going to take me a few nimutes."

"Would you like to eat your mother's pussy, baby?"

"Oh God, Mom," he exploded. I got on my knees, took his hand then stood up and pulled. He pushed off the floor with his other hand and I led him to the bed and I sat on the edge. As I looked at his cock( it had already begun to elongate), twisting and plumping, it was red from my sucking, which made me even wetter. The shaft was long and skinny and the head was filling with blood again. I laid back on his bed, bent my knees and placed the bottoms of my feet on the edge of the mattress. Lee looked like someone who had been starving, preparing to eat his first meal in weeks.

I thought he would really like to see his mother's glistening pussy and was thrilled when he gasped, "Oh God, Mom," as I pulled my lips apart and spread them wide. "Eat me baby," I commanded, "eat mommy's pussy." He dropped to his knees like they had been cut out from under him and his mouth was on my gash in and instant. His mouth and tongue ate ravenously, licking and slurping in my groove. I felt a twinge of guilt that there must have been the taste of Corey's cum inside me, but the guilt gave way to excitement, wishing Corey was with us and that I was sucking his cock while Lee was eating me, wondering if that could ever happen.




Best Friends Ch. 04



"Good, let's see how much you enjoy having your ass fucked," Roni said to Pat.

"I'm not so sure about that," Pat said reluctantly. "I've never really thought about doing that before. I think it might hurt."

"Did I look like I was in pain to you when you fucked my ass? I sure didn't feel in pain. I promise we will take it slow. Now, remember who is in charge here and get on your back and raise your knees to your chest." 

Pat did as he was told. After all, Roni was the boys' master. He moved up to the bed, laid down on his back, and pulled his knees to his chest. Roni crawled over to the edge of the bed and took a lick of Pat's brown hole. Pat was amazed at how good it felt. Roni kept circling his hole with her tongue. Each time she brushed the opening it flinched a little. Jeremy starred on in amazement. All he was thinking was that he couldn't believe his mom was licking the same hole that Pat took a shit from. But Roni loved the musky taste and could barely contain herself while she licked. She loved it so much that once a month she would give in to her desires and go to a truck stop and offer to clean the holes of those using the bathroom; men and women. Pat began to relax and his ass began to open for her tongue, which she slid in and out and moved around the inside rim of his hole. 

After a good 10 minutes of eating Pat's ass hole, Roni looked up at her son. "Jeremy, it's your turn." Jeremy was a little shaky about it, but got on his knees where his mother had just been. Jeremy slowly stuck his tongue out and touched it to Pat's butt. In one, slow stroke, he licked from the very bottom of the butt, over the hole, and up to his balls. Jeremy couldn't believe it, but he enjoyed the taste. Like mother, like son. He dove back in and began eating Pat's ass with as much zeal as he had licked Roni's pussy earlier. Pat had not showered since his last bowel movement and Jeremy was enjoying the taste. He couldn't get enough and kept trying to thrust his tongue deeper into the hole to taste more. 

Roni took the opportunity to head to her room for a minute, but quickly returned with a box in her hands. 

"Ok, baby. That's enough.

Jeremy looked up in disappointment. 

"It's ok," she said to him. "You can lick him more later. Now it is time to loosen him up."

Roni opened the box which was filled with lubes and toys. She grabbed a bottle of lube, put a liberal amount on Pat's hole and slid in a finger all the way to her knuckles.

"How does that feel?" "More!" was all that Pat could think to respond with. Roni pulled her finger out and then slid in two. Roni began to slip her finger in and out of Pat's tight hole. As she moved her fingers in and out and all around, the hole began to open up. She worked in a third finger and then began spreading them inside of Pat's ass, trying to make his hole accommodating for what was going to happen next.

"Are you ready?" she asked. 

"For what? 

"My son to fuck you."

Roni slid her fingers out and Pat suddenly felt empty. And he didn't like it. But luckily for him, it wouldn't last long. Jeremy had been starring at his mothers fingers sliding in with ease and he was now hard as a rock, ready for action. Roni moved out of the way and Jeremy replaced her on the floor. He knelt in front of Pat who was splayed across the bed, ready to lose his anal cherry.

"That's it, baby, fuck your best friend in the ass."

Jeremy took a little bit of the lube and smeared it on his cock. He placed the head at Pat's opening and stroked it up and down the hole. Pat was in heaven enjoying the sensation. Jeremy then pushed the head and heard Pat moan in pleasure. Pat almost blew his load just from that, but he made sure to be able to enjoy the fucking he was about to endure. 

"More," Pat again said. "I want to feel it inside of me."

Jeremy began to push, sliding his dick in inch by inch, until the entire member was buried. He held himself there, looking down to see his entire cock engulfed in Pat's ass, all the way to his pubic hair. He couldn't believe that he was fucking his best friend. But what he really couldn't believe was that they had not done this before.

Jeremy looked down at his friend. "Does it hurt?" he asked.

Pat replied, "A little. But it is a small price to pay for how good it feels. Please, keep fucking me."

Jeremy didn't need more of an invitation. He pulled his dick out until just the head was left in and then slammed it back in to the root. He pulled back out and then pushed back in. Over and over again Jeremy slammed his cock into his friend. He kept a steady pace. He would pull all of the way out, hold there for a second with just the head in, then slam back in all of the way and hold it there for a second. Each time he pushed in, Jeremy tried to get a little deeper into Pat's ass. And each time Pat tried to push his ass a little farther down onto the cock. 

Roni couldn't help but slide her fingers to her pussy watching this scene. She found that she was already soaking wet. She began to rub her clit and knew it wouldn't take her long to reach an orgasm watching these two studs screw each other. She was amazed by how much she enjoyed watching her son fun another guy. She was amazed by how much she had enjoyed her son fucking her earlier in the night. She was amazed by the realization that she was going to continue fucking her son and his friend after this night; as long as she could. 

Roni kept fingering herself and also leaned in and began to suck Pat's cock. Pat was overwhelmed with pleasure. His best friend's member was in his ass; the mouth of his best friend's mom on his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long. 

Roni brought herself to an orgasm. Her fingers, as well as the activities going on in the room, had done their job. Roni began shaking with her orgasm, moaning on Pat's penis in her mouth. The humming of Roni's mouth and Jeremy's dick constantly hitting his prostate set him off. Pat sent spurt after spurt of jism into Roni's mouth, straight down her throat. As Pat shot his load, the ring of his ass hole clenched down on Jeremy's cock. The increased pressure was enough to make Jeremy cum. He took one last thrust deep into Pat's ass and shot five or six strings of his seed into his best friend's bowels. The three collapsed into a heap on the bed - Pat completely on it, Jeremy and his mom with their tops on the bed, knees on the floor. 

"Oh my God, that felt incredible," Pat finally said, breaking the silence. 

"Yeah? Did you enjoy having your ass fucked?" asked Roni.

"Sure did. I felt so full. It was incredible."

"Well," Jeremy told him, "you can have my dick inside of you any time you want."

"Don't worry, you boys will have plenty of chances to screw each other. And me."

Roni absolutely loved teaching these young boys all about sex. They were like putty in her hands and they would do anything that she asked of them. Which brought her to her next question, what would she have them do next...?



Best Friends Ch. 04



Here it is. Oh, and yes, this whole story, chapter by chapter, is true. It all happened. But I'll tell you more about why I'm writing about this later.

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A few hours later after breakfast, I sat down on the love seat next to Erin. She looked over at me with a slyish grin. 

"Michael, Could we do something? Just the two of us?" 

"Sure," I said "What do you have in mind?" 

"Well remember the lake cabin your parents own?" 

My Parents own a huge lake with a decent cabin to go with it. They always kept food in stock there and maintained the house in case they or Erin and I wanted to go there. 

"Of course. You want to go there?" 

"Yeah, it's been awhile." 

"Alright, lets get packed then. We can beat traffic if we leave in an hour." I said, walking to my room to get packed. 

Around an hour later Erin came out of her room in a small T-shirt and very shorts that only came down to her mid-thighs. No doubt she had her bikini under there. 

"Lets go!" She said happily as I got her and my suitcase.

A few more minutes and we were on the road in my truck, listening to the radio.

"Hey Mike, mind if I sleep on the way there?" 

"No Problem, Have at it." 

Erin was fast asleep, Probably resting up to swim in the lake. 

She woke up just in time, too. She squealed when we arrived. Not only was she first out of the truck, she was first stripped down and in the lake. 

"Come on! The water is great!" She said, happily splashing around in the water. 

"I'll be out in a second, I gotta put the bags inside." 

Once I was inside, I quickly changed into my boxers that I usually swam in.

I ran out towards the lake, and stopped on the deck. I couldn't find Erin, so I looked at the water to try to see her. I heard someone running on the deck, and when I turned around, Erin jumped on me, locking her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. 

Now, I could have stood up with her like that, but I decided to let myself fall into the lake with her like that. When we emerged from the water, she was still attached to me laughing. And then she dunked me. We started wrestling, and as I expected there were slips of hands, but as soon as I started thinking she was doing it on purpose, she said "I'm gonna get out of the water and take a walk." 

And that's when I knew it was for me to go with her. I quickly ran up with her. A few minutes of walking and she took hold of my hand. She wanted to hold hands like we always did when we walked together. When we got back inside she curled up onto my lap and into my arms. She then looked up at me and smiled. 

I was about to lean over and kiss her forehead like I did so many times before, but something made me kiss her on the lips. It was a very wet and romantic kiss. 

The kiss soon turned into a french kiss. Our tongues dancing around each others, almost trying to become one. The kiss seemed to go on for hours, but she finally broke the kiss and rested her head on my chest. The last thing I felt was her kiss my neck, and then I fell asleep.

I woke up to Erin kissing my neck. I figured I was only out for a few seconds, but to be sure I asked.

"We both fell asleep a few hours ago. I just woke up around five minutes ago." She told me, and then realised what had woke me up, and then quickly turned away, blushing. I turned her head back towards me and kissed her on the lips. She got the idea and soon went back to kissing my neck.

"Michael.. You're the one that I feel safe and wanted when I'm being held. Not even my parents made me feel like this. You're the only person I have in my life that I can trust. If I lost you I'd-" 

"Shh" I cut her off. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be there for you, no matter what." I reassured her, running my fingers through her soft, silky hair. But then I knew what I truly wanted to say, and I had to say it before she did. 

"What I feel for you is Not Brother-Sister Love, I mean the love a man and a woman share. I love you more than anything else in this world, Erin. I don't ever want you to feel pain again. I want you to be happy for the rest of your life like you are now." 

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The next chapter will be out shortly. 



Best Friends Ch. 04



Jaelyn was sick. She stood beside Bryan, the tension emanating from him so palpable she could have scooped it up with a spoon. How had this happened? She glanced at him; blood had pooled on his left eyebrow again and she glared at Keith who actually looked a lot worse than Bryan, his nose had already begun to swell and was dripping scarlet blood onto his white tee shirt, he was breathing rapidly as if in those moments he'd been pinned to the wall by his throat, he thought he'd never breath again, and in his current situation that rapid breathing was probably causing a world of other pain. 

She'd thought he'd never breathe again. Her throat was raw from screaming Bryan's name repeatedly, screaming for him to let Keith go. She'd walked in all smiles but the smile disappeared immediately when she saw Bryan smash his fist into Keith's face. She knew they were fighting over her. She knew she shouldn't have screamed like that, it was like yelling at a child for standing on a counter, or crossing the street -- it caught him off guard -- but she had been so shocked.

Theoretically they didn't do much, yet it was the most brutal fight she'd ever seen, probably because of all of the blood. Probably because people she knew - Bryan the man she loved, and Keith her ex - were involved. And because of the cruel use of the pool stick. When she saw Keith hit Bryan with that pool stick she lost it. She screamed and was running after Keith herself but Adrianna and Kim caught her before she could reach him. She never wanted to feel that way again, so angry and afraid. So fucking helpless! But what Bryan did with the dreaded stick had horrified her. As a result of Keith's cowardly move, Bryan's eyebrow was split and she could see his flesh quite clearly, he would need stitches for that. Keith's nose was definitely broken, and she most likely would never be able to erase the image of him struggling for air, his face a horrid purple from her mind. She'd seen Bryan angry only once in the two years plus that they'd been friends and it had scared her, but she never thought he was capable of such violence, and when she'd screamed his name it was like he didn't even hear her. A chill went up her spine. She looked back up at Bryan who was staring straight ahead watching the Campus Security officers cut through the crowd. More than two years and she didn't even know who he was. 

She wanted to hold his hand, to comfort him, kiss him, but the image of him so intent on cutting all oxygen from Keith's lungs kept invading her mind. She abhorred violence. If there was a phobia for violence, she was probably two steps from having it. She didn't know what to do, she knew she should stand by his side, support him, be there for him, but right now it seemed as if she didn't even know who "he" was. He'd turned into a stranger as she'd watched the horrible scene unfold before her, a stranger who hadn't even recognized her agonized voice. She watched the two officers approach the scene. What could have been so important that he would jeopardize his future, his education, his career, his relationship with her? Maybe she was being dramatic, but the feelings washing over her were so real. She turned to Bryan and brushed his side with her hand. 

"We're gonna go," she whispered solemnly, unable to use her voice. The look he gave her almost made her stay, more than vulnerability, she thought she'd glimpsed fear in his eyes -- but she knew he wasn't afraid of the Rent-A-Cops, though he probably had every reason to be. He'd just committed assault - and maybe even attempted murder if anyone took it that far. Nothing to laugh at there, she thought, chewing her lip. When she'd continued to stare into his eyes though, he completely shut away all emotion and curtly nodded his head. She glanced at the girls behind her and motioned her head to the exit. They stared at her in confusion and then followed her out the door. When they were in the car Adrianna spoke. 

"Don't you want to see what's going to happen? This feels so wrong to just leave him like this -- and he's not even my boyfriend," she stated pointedly.

"I know, I know," Jaelyn said, tears pooling in her eyes, "I've never seen him like this," she continued softly. "It scared the hell out of me," she admitted. Yet Jaelyn couldn't seem to start the car. Every bone in her body told her that if she left like this she would be making a big mistake. She asked herself if the fight hadn't been about her, if she and Bryan hadn't been intimate, would she have deserted her best friend like that. The answer was hell no. 

"Stay here," she told the girls and then hopped out of the car and rushed back into the building. What she saw stopped her heart. Bryan and Keith were handcuffed and were being escorted out the door. What had she expected? They weren't in high school. These were two grown men who had inflicted fairly significant injuries to each others' bodies. What they had done was wrong. Bryan looked up at her and she saw a flicker of relief in his eyes before he looked down. She ran to him and kissed him hastily on the mouth.

"Don't I get a kiss?" she heard Keith say and was shocked. Evidently it was Keith's mouth that had gotten them in this situation, yet he still hadn't learned to shut up? One glance from Bryan seemed to take any remaining words from his mouth, however. The officers didn't miss that exchange.

"Step away young lady. We'll fix them up fine but your friend here is in for a long night -- if not more," said the male officer forebodingly. She obediently stepped away but not before shooting Bryan a glance.

"Love ya," she said quickly, unable to say what she really wanted to say. Bryan looked into her eyes.

"I love you," he replied before he was escorted out of the building. Her heart crumbled. What a coward she was. /Before our relationship changed we said 'I love you' to each other all the time/, he'd said. She followed them outside and watched them put Keith into the second Campus Security car that was lined up on the curb. "Bryan!" she yelled, he turned to look at her. "I love you too!" she said hastily.

"I know," he said cracking a smile. She watched as the officer put him in the back of the first car. She knew she was being too emotional, she didn't really think he was going in for life or anything but this could possibly affect his continued education at the university and if he got kicked out, she didn't know what she would do without him. He'd been her backbone since freshman year, when she'd strolled across campus alone and confused. He just had to be with her the rest of the way through. Jaelyn couldn't stop the tears from falling from her eyes. 

~

Bryan looked at the clock. 5 a.m. This just might be the first time he'd ever hear Jaelyn cuss; and she'd be cussing him out. He chuckled at the thought. He listened to the phone ring in his ear, absently tapping his foot. 

"Hello?" Her voice was groggy with sleep.

"Good morning sexy. So you gonna come pick me up or what?" At her silence he smiled, she probably had a few choice words to say to him after that.

"I'll be there in about twenty minutes," was all she said. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Bryan walked into the lobby and chatted with the officer at the desk. Within twenty minutes Jaelyn was there, looking sexy as ever in just a tee-shirt and sweats, a bandanna on her head. She walked up to him, hugged him and gave him a kiss. It was the sweetest kiss he'd ever had, and he grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her neck over and over again. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. "Not here, come on," she said to him. 

They left the building and got into Jaelyn's car, the ride to the club was quiet and Bryan wished he knew what she was thinking. She pulled into the parking lot of The Pub.

"I'm going home with you," Jaelyn said to him. She pecked him on the cheek and watched as he got out and got into his car. Damn he wished she'd stop being so cryptic, though he had to admit the mysteriousness sparked his curiosity. He didn't know if she was mad at him or what, but he couldn't wait to get home and figure out so he could get whatever it was out of the way.

He pulled in front of his apartment building and watched in the rearview mirror as Jaelyn pulled up behind him on the other side of the parking lot. It had started drizzling and Bryan got out and waited patiently for her to walk over to him. She took her precious time. Finally they got into his apartment and Jaelyn still hadn't said a word to him. Then he heard:

"I need to use the restroom. I'd like you to get undressed, go get in bed, lie on your back and tie this around your eyes -- and no peeking, I have a surprise for you," Jaelyn said suggestively. She didn't have to ask him twice. He took the bandanna she handed him and walked into his room, took his clothes off and laid on the bed. The bandanna was the same one she'd been wearing earlier and it smelled like her shampoo, he tied it around his eyes and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. He heard her enter the bedroom and felt a soft touch on his thigh. 

"I missed you," she said and he felt her get on the bed. She began kissing him gently at first and then roughly, her tongue slipping in and out of his mouth. He moved to wrap his arms around her and she moved away from him.

"No," she said softly. He felt her hands on his wrists as she pushed his arms and hands above his head and before he knew what was going on he heard a jingling and then felt cold metal against his wrists. She'd handcuffed him to the bed! 

"Jaelyn! What the hell?" he said surprised, and suddenly nervous.

"What? I thought you liked being handcuffed and helpless? You didn't enjoy your night being locked up, sweetie?" She asked in a sweet voice that was as false as his grandmother's teeth. 

"No, I didn't enjoy it," he ground out. 

"A grown man huh?" He was about to make a retort when he felt her wet, hot mouth wrap around his dick. Fuck that felt so good! He lifted his hips up so she could get better access and groaned when she started sucking, and swirling her tongue around his cock. He was really starting to enjoy himself when she briskly rose up.

"Last time I checked grown men knew how to control their tempers, Bryan," he felt her get off the bed.

"Jaelyn --" he heard his bedroom door shut. "Jaelyn?" Silence. What the fuck? "Jaelyn!" No answer. Was she serious? She was just going to leave him like this? He took a deep breath. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Five minutes after that thought he really wasn't so sure. He was beginning to get angry. The door opened and shut again. He was too livid to speak. 

"Evidently someone needs to cool off..." He heard her say. He almost screamed when he felt a large shock of icy cold liquid splash onto his face and torso. 

"Fuck, Jaelyn!" he shouted, she'd just soaked him and his bed and he was now beyond pissed. 

"Ah ah ah, Bryan, watch your mouth when you're speaking to me, please honey. I really don't appreciate your language. You will treat me with respect at all times, understand?" She said.

"Jaelyn, take these handcuffs off of me," he said calmly. He waited. No response. He felt her get on the bed and straddle him again. From the feel of her skin against his, she didn't have any clothes on. His dick immediately perked up -- at least part of him was happy. She leaned down and licked his ear, sucking his ear lobe and tugging it gently with his teeth. "Can you say pretty please?" she whispered hotly in his ear. There was no doubt that he was turned on and that pissed him off even more. 

"Pretty please?" he gritted out, unable to cover up the anger in his voice. He'd fought for her, and this was how she treated him? He heard her laugh.

"No, not like that. You have to say it on my pussy." He felt her raise up and straddle his face, her pussy brushing against his lips. Fuck being angry, he thought and slid his tongue as deep as it would go into her hot cunt. He almost smiled at the way she moaned and ground her pussy onto his tongue, but his mouth was too full of her. He removed his tongue and put his lips around her clit and licked his lips over again, tasting her with each brush of his tongue. He hummed loudly, and Jaelyn swiftly hopped off of him. 

"Oh, you are a bad boy Bryan," she said and he could just picture her shaking her pretty little head at him in a way that only a good seductress could do. Oh fuck! He thought, not for the first time today, when she slammed her tight, wet pussy onto his rigid cock. If he had came in her pussy just then it would serve her right, but unfortunately he wasn't made that way. Though it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before, he maintained his load. 

"Careful Jaelyn, if you're trying to teach me a lesson about being responsible, you're certainly not leading by example," he whispered. She removed the bandanna from his face and he stared into her beautiful eyes. She was gorgeous sitting on top of him like that, his dick was in her pussy to the hilt, and she was just sitting there looking at him with lust in her eyes. She slowly rose up and stopped right before the head of his cock slipped out of her pussy. 

"I'll take the handcuffs off of you on one condition, Bryan" she said, her thighs taut and straining from maintaining her position, taking it like the champ she was. This girl is amazing, Bryan thought. 

"And what's that?" He asked and she slammed down onto his dick once again. Oh, what was she trying to do to him? He hadn't thought he was ready to be a father, but this girl was making him think all kinds of crazy thoughts. 

"I don't want you fighting over me anymore. I'd prefer that you didn't fight period -- but you may have to protect yourself or someone else one day so I'll leave that alone. Baby, you don't have anything to prove to anyone. I'm sure Keith said something stupid to get you so angry, I know how he is, but he -- nobody is worth risking your future for. I wouldn't have been angry with you if you'd just ignored him. I love you, Bryan. Seeing you hurt tore me apart, and yet seeing you hurt someone else terrified the hell out of me! Especially since I knew in my heart it was all because of me -- it was my fault. And I was ready to leave you just like that, I was actually afraid of you, Bryan, do you know how that feels to be afraid of someone you thought you knew -- someone who'd been your best friend for more than two years -- someone who became your lover? Damn, Bryan, I know you care about me, but please, try not to let your self get into that position again. I don't care what anybody says about me." Bryan looked at the tears in her eyes and his stomach sank. He nodded his head and she unlocked the handcuffs. He sat up and grabbed her into a hug, not missing the fact that her pussy was still wrapped tightly around his cock, but not paying it too much attention either. He'd actually scared her; she'd wanted to leave him. He'd hurt her and the pain in her eyes illustrated that fact. 

"I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I never wanted to be that person, I never wanted to be like him," he said and then mentally kicked himself. She pulled away from him.

"Who?" She asked staring at him with those big brown eyes.

"My dad," he answered reluctantly. "But let's not talk about him. You were in the middle of teaching me a lesson?" He wiggled his hips and raised an eyebrow for emphasis. For a moment he thought she wasn't going to let it go and then he saw her reassign. They'd fought enough battles in the past twenty four hours. He kissed her, loving the feeling of her sweet tongue against his. Then he rolled her onto her back, placing her onto the icy cold, soaking covers. She didn't seem to mind at all. He slid almost all of the way out of her pussy and thrust back in. She felt so good! She echoed the sentiment in a loud moan. 

"Do you want me to put a condom on?" he asked, though he secretly wasn't happy about the thought.

"Bryan, I know I'm being silly and a little naïve, but you know when you're about to cum right?" He nodded.

"Well, can you just pull out when the time comes? I really like the feel of just you inside of me and no barriers. I knew I would prefer it this way, but maybe we could do it just this once and then use protection the rest of the time?" She asked shyly. He was amazed at how quickly she'd turned from seductive tormentor to born again virgin, but he liked it. 

"Okay, but Jaelyn, I don't want to be gentle," he warned. He'd try if that's what she needed, but at the moment he couldn't make any guarantees. 

"Good, cause I don't want you to be either," she said and it was music to his ears. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and began grinding his dick into her pussy. As he moved from one breast to the other he thrust hard into her pussy, enjoying the moans she made. Her tight cunt wrapped around his cock and he wanted to scream. She was his and he thrust deeply inside of her again to silently reiterate that claim. He hadn't felt like this about anyone before and damned if he could have stopped what he said next.

"You're mine Jae," and he slowed, afraid of her reaction. She seemed oblivious and he was relieved. Then he heard her respond.

"I'm yours Bryan," Those simple words pushed him over the edge and he drove into her over and over again with a force that could only have come from above. 

"Oh Bryan! Oh God!" She screamed as he continued pushing into her. He loved the feel of her wrapped around his cock and he continued his ministrations as he kissed her roughly. His hand navigated to her breast and he squeezed and slid his tongue deep into her mouth and slammed into her again. He felt her pussy constrict on his cock at the same time he felt his dick shudder. Shit! He pulled out and quickly slipped the finger of one hand inside her pussy to finish her off using his thumb to stimulate her clit. He used the other hand to relieve himself. The sensation of him coming on her stomach must have heightened her passion because she shuddered and her hot juices flooded his probing hand. He looked at her -- her back arched, her nipples pointed to perfection, her face expressing every peak of her release -- he fell in love, again. 

~

Bryan lay in his bed, enjoying the night air that flowed through his apartment from the open windows. He and Jaelyn had made love throughout the majority of the day, on the table, in the shower, up against the wall. Now the sheets from his pull-out bed were freshly dried and Jaelyn was curled up contently in his arms. A question popped into his head. 

"Jaelyn, where'd you get those handcuffs?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. She giggled. 

"Sometimes Kim, Adrianna and I go on these little shopping missions. I picked those up on a particular mission we called our 'fantasy frenzy'. We are pretty cheesy at times, but I knew they'd come in handy one day," she laughed, a little embarrassed.

"You did!" he asked, teasing her. 

"Yep... Bryan?" She turned and looked up at him.

"Uh huh?" The way she stared at him made him feel...strong, capable...loved.

"So what happened? I didn't even ask; I was so upset..." she said.

"They basically gave us a slap on the wrist. Asked if either of us wanted to press charges, I thought Keith was going to say yeah for a minute, but then he evidently changed his mind. So we got off with a warning. They felt the need to let us know that we weren't kids anymore and that the next time something like that happened, we'd be treated like the men we are. We were just lucky it happened on campus."

"Lucky? Won't you get in trouble with the university?" She asked, chewing her bottom lip.

"No, the university isn't going to do anything when the cops didn't," he told her. He'd worried about the same thing, but when he'd spoken with the sheriff, the man had assured him that he'd make sure there wasn't a problem. Somehow the sheriff 'knew they were good kids'. 




Best Friends Ch. 04



Bryan leaned over and sucked on the bottom lip that she was treating so rudely and ran his tongue over it. "Good night, Jaelyn," he said. 

"Good night Bryan," she responded sleepily. They'd definitely worn each other out.

Bryan woke up to the sound of a light knocking at his door. He looked at his clock. It was nine in the morning; who the hell was that? He carefully shifted out of bed so as not to wake Jaelyn and threw on some shorts and a tank top. He shuffled to the door and opened it. Boy was he tired of surprises. He stared into the grey eyes of one of his good experiences over the summer -- Rhia. 

"Rhia, what are you doing here?" he didn't mean to be rude, but that was the only thing that came out.

"I wanted to surprise you, hope you don't mind, your mom gave me your address. I mean we agreed to just be friends, but we never ruled out benefits -- mind if I come in?" she asked, brushing past him, making sure that she made deliberate contact with his body. When she walked in and saw Jaelyn lying in bed she froze, her face turning a bright pink that clashed with her fiery curls. 

"Who's that?" she whispered, taken aback. Bryan cringed; he didn't like this situation one bit.

"Rhia, that's my girlfriend, Jaelyn," he answered glancing over at Jaelyn and praying she wouldn't wake up. She looked so pretty and peaceful lying there and he sure didn't want her angry at him again -- actually, considering the make up sex they'd have later... "Wow. This is awkward. Bryan, I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't have come here like this. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll leave right now. Sorry. Bye," Rhia stuttered, visibly flustered before rushing back out the door. Wow was right. Bryan relaxed. He took his clothes back off and got back in bed beside Jaelyn, wrapping his arms around her snuggly.

"Friends with benefits, huh?" she muttered her eyes still closed. Bryan chuckled, though he knew he should have been ashamed of himself.

~

Keith groaned. It had been two months since the incident with Bryan and his nose still seemed sore. He wished he was the type of person that could hold a grudge, but he wasn't -- especially when he knew he'd crossed the line. In fact, if he was completely honest with himself he respected Bryan for taking up for Jaelyn that way. He couldn't say he would have reacted like that if he'd been in Bryan's shoes; he probably would have laughed and put their business right on front street. If you were getting in Jaelyn's panties you must be doing something right and he would have admitted it proudly. Man he envied the bastard, though. 

A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie and he dragged his eyes from the football game on television. Where was his roommate at when he needed him? The guy was forever on cruises and vacations etcetera. He didn't know how he completed his classes. Keith reluctantly got up and opened the door. It was Cindy. She looked rough. Her pretty green eyes were red and puffy and her face was blotchy as if she'd been crying for hours. He swallowed a big lump of guilt and opened the door so that she could come in. 

"Cindy," he started.

"Oh you know my name," she said wryly, sniffling and hesitantly walking inside. 

"Look, I'm sorry about that night. I shouldn't have treated you like that and you have every right to hate me," What was he saying? First he was forgiving the motherfucker that smashed his nose and now he was apologizing for giving some chick what she'd wanted all along -- he was turning into a full blown pussy. But staring at her, he knew he wasn't about to take the words back. She looked fucking miserable. She didn't sit down; she stood in the middle of the room and stared at him until he started to feel uncomfortable.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered. Keith's stomach sank. Damn. No wonder she felt like shit. He thought about asking if she was sure it was his but the fact that she'd even stepped foot in his house to tell him meant everything. He was sure that if she'd had a choice, she would have never seen his face again. The fact that she'd braved it upped his respect for her considerably. Damn.

"So what are we going to do?" he asked after taking a long breath. To his horror she burst into tears. He immediately walked over to her and grabbed her into his arms. He'd have to go get his estrogen levels checked out, the reaction was so natural. "Shhh...don't cry," he murmured.

"I'm...just so happy you said 'we'," she said looking up at him, tears flowing down her face. After she calmed down a bit, she continued. "I don't believe in abortion Keith. I'm keeping the baby, I just couldn't have the baby and not let you know, though I really wanted to after --" she stopped. She didn't have to continue, Keith knew what she meant and suddenly he was determined to rectify that. First he had to take care of something else though. 

"Cindy, I'm here for you, I support your decision. I know you have every reason to doubt me, every reason to cut me from your life, but I'm glad you didn't. It's not the baby's fault that we were irresponsible, I'll do my best to be a good dad," Keith meant it with all his heart. If his own father had witnessed what he'd been up to for the past few years he'd be rolling in his grave, but now, with the news that he'd just been hit with, he felt like a whole new person, he was scared as hell, but determined to do the right thing. 

~

Jaelyn sighed. She was stuffed to the brink and was having an excellent holiday. She spent Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve at Bryan's house with his mother and little sister and they spent Christmas Day at her house with her family. They planned on spending New Year's Day there as well. 

When she'd come home, she was surprised to feel a bit of awkwardness. In college, living on campus, it was almost a totally different world, college students got away with a lot more than people in the "real world". So when she was suddenly hit with the fact that Bryan was White (though it seemed silly), she got a little scared. Neither of their families made any comments, but there were curious glances that seemed to scream things like "do they know what they're doing?" or "are they actually serious?" She admitted that she could have been a bit paranoid; she'd never brought a guy home before, let alone a White guy. On top of that, she'd lost her virginity and though she didn't regret being with Bryan in that way, she couldn't help wondering if her parents would be disappointed in her if they knew. Her mother evidently noticed her discomfort. This evening after supper she'd knocked quietly on Jaelyn's bedroom door before entering. Jaelyn had stared at her mother, still beautiful and fit at forty two years of age. She watched as her mother sat beside her on the bed. 

"You seem slightly uncomfortable tonight baby, is anything wrong?" Her mother had some sort of sixth sense when it came to her only child. It used to frustrate her, growing up she couldn't had anything if she'd wanted to, but today she was glad for the opportunity to put everything out in the open. Only she didn't know where to start. So she just said it.

"Bryan's White," she said. Her mother looked at her strangely before giggling.

"I'm sorry honey, I thought you knew that. Do they cut the lights off on that campus of yours?" Jaelyn smiled, her mother was cheesy but she did have a point.

"No I mean - I'm just now realizing that I'm in a serious relationship with a White guy, and wondering what that means. I mean on campus we can walk around together, hand in hand and it's not a big deal but here at home we walk around at the park or in the stores and we get stares. Plus I wonder what you all think about it, you know that I brought home a White guy," Jaelyn said. She knew her family wasn't racist and looked down upon anyone who was. Any person who disliked someone because of their race or any other physical difference was considered ignorant. Yet her family wasn't color blind either, they knew what it was to be Black in a predominantly White society, they knew that racism still existed and she wondered if the fact that she'd crossed the "race barrier" somehow changed her in their eyes. 

"Honey, I admit that I was a bit surprised. I mean, we knew Bryan was a very good friend of yours, we knew he was White, but we didn't know that the first time we'd meet him, he would be introduced as your boyfriend. Yes I knew that when you were ready, you'd bring a guy home, no I did not think he would be White," her mother giggled again. "But you have a way of doing things your way, Jaelyn. I like that about you and I wouldn't expect you to be any different about falling in love, especially when falling in love isn't anything you can control. I have no problem with Bryan being White, nor does your father. I see that he is a good young man, and as long as he continues to treat you with the respect you deserve he's just fine with me. I can tell he makes you very happy and what parent wouldn't like seeing a smile on her daughter's face every day?" Jaelyn smiled, relieved.

"Thanks mom," she gave her mother a big hug.

"So you love him, huh?" her mother asked.

"Yes I do. I loved him as a best friend, and now I love him as a man. It's funny how simple it was for that transition to take place," Jaelyn said in wonder.

"Would you marry him?" Her mother asked.

"Yes, I would," Jaelyn hadn't even let her mind stray that far but now that the question was out, she knew without a doubt that if Bryan asked, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. Just thinking about him made her wish that they weren't staying in her parents' home so that she could pay him a little extra attention.

"Good, I would be heartbroken if my only daughter was sleeping with someone she didn't love and wouldn't marry," Her mother gave her a knowing look. She hadn't gotten away that easily. She took a deep breath and mentally cursed, the truth always comes to the light anyway. Inwardly she laughed, though she knew she had some explaining to do. 

~

Bryan smiled. He knew he'd made a good impression with Jaelyn's family this past couple of days. The best part was he'd done it by simply being him self. When Jaelyn's father Darryl asked what his intentions were for his daughter in that serious I'm-a-father-and-I-will-kill-you type of way, with all of Jaelyn's uncles and male cousins in the room, Bryan was nervous as hell. All eyes turned to him, but he knew why he was with Jaelyn though and he answered honestly. He was a family oriented man and he planned to one day marry Jaelyn. Darryl simply smiled and said: "good answer" and they all continued playing the latest football video game on PS3 and eating the appetizers that were being served. Thinking about that moment, he fingered the precious object in his pocket that had been in Jaelyn's family for generations. Darryl had given it to him later on after he'd formally asked for Jaelyn's hand when they were alone. Now he waited in anticipation for New Year's Eve. He hoped -- he knew -- he prayed she'd say "yes". 

The End



Best Friends Ch. 04



Chapter Four

His face seemed to be drained of colour, but he barely made a move. I whimpered out of frustration, my hips almost lifting off the ground of their own accord. When my crotch lightly touched his chest, he lost all restraint he had, and climbed on top of me so fast that I barely had time to register his movements.

He opened my mouth with his again, and I actually relished in the taste of my own cum. I groaned against his lips, lifting my body up to press against his as he placed himself in between my legs again. He surprised me by putting more of his weight against me, and I made an "Oof" noise when he pressed my body down against the ground with his own. He grabbed both my wrists and lifted them up above my head, then pinned them down forcefully with his left hand.

Part of me felt a sliver of unease when he held me down too tight, too hard, but I found that the force behind it, the potential that he would do me without taking no for an answer thrilled me even more. He reached down between my legs, grabbed his dick, and guided it to my opening.

I cried out when I felt his head spread me open before he slid into me forcefully. He was a bit on the bigger side, and him going in so quickly hurt a little, but I found the pain so erotic that my head was spinning. Everything about this was wrong, and it felt so fucking good.

He continued to slide his tongue into my mouth as he started to hump me in a rhythmic, circular motion. Every time he thrust inside me he rubbed against my clit, and it would send sparks off in my stomach. I writhed against him, rocking against his hips and making far much more noise than I ever thought necessary. I wrapped my legs around his and pushed up against him, wanting him to screw me harder, needing him to fill me more. The need that I'd been harbouring was only getting stronger as we fucked, and I desperately tried to get him to move stronger and faster in order to appease it.

My moans and yells had only gotten louder, and Doug surprised me by sitting up a little and placing his other hand against my mouth. My eyes flew wide open as he put pressure against my face; he was holding my whole body down by the force he was placing on my mouth. I had a sudden instinct to scream, but then he started to pump into me more fervently, the heat of the moment displayed on his face – he wasn't intending to harm me. So it all only served to make me go reeling.

I closed my eyes as they rolled back into my head, and nearly screamed in pleasure against his hand and willingly let him pound me. I was starting to get pins and needles in my hands, and the pressure against my face was starting to hurt vaguely, but the burning in my groin was the only need I wanted attended to at the moment. The way he was dominating me, holding me down while borderline raping me was just so fucking hot that the ache in my pussy was almost starting to be satisfied.

He let out a strangled moan of pleasure and his mouth fell open in ecstasy. The thought of him coming inside of me was almost too intense – and then I started to realize that the hunger that had made me beg him to fuck me was my own building pleasure, and I started to feel it climb higher and higher.

"Oh my God," I groaned, but the sound of my voice was muffled by his hand. I had never come vaginally before, and so far the intensity was far more powerful that a clitoral orgasm.

I clenched my fists and curled my toes, making small desperate noises against his hand. He started to reciprocate my moans, and I writhed underneath him and tried to shake my head, tried to tell him not to stop, oh, God, please don't stop—

When I climaxed again, the spasms in my vagina were so intense that I was sure I could have hurt him. A look crossed his face which I couldn't read as painful or pleasurable, but a strangled cry stumbled from his lungs as he pumped me to the rhythm of my clenches, letting go of my hands and face and collapsing on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his ass, holding onto him as best I could, revelling in the feeling of coming on his dick.

It could have lasted more than five minutes, at the least. As I started to come down from the orgasm, I felt his cock soften and slip out of me, spilling juices onto the carpet. Both of us had a cold layer of sweat on our skin, and we panted heavily against each other from satisfaction and exhaustion.

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I was still buzzing with electricity, and I was a bit on the tired side, but I wasn't so sure about Doug. I thought that maybe he was ashamed of what had just happened, like he wanted to take it all back, and sitting up would mean having to look me in the eye, to confirm that he had just screwed me senseless – his friend's nineteen year-old daughter. The longer he stayed on top of me, the harder it became to decide whether or not he felt right or wrong about it.

And then the phone rang.

Both of us snapped our heads in the direction of the phone, momentarily paralysed with shock. Then Doug practically jumped up off of me and dashed for the phone. He reached over the counter, plucked the receiver from its cradle, then tried to collect himself before answering in the smoothest possible voice he could muster.

"Hello?" he said quietly.

His face was grave and pale as he listened to the other line. "No, it's okay, Jared."

My heart sank, just like Doug's must have when my dad started speaking on the other line.

"Not at all. We're just watching some TV, keeping it quiet. No, I haven't. Things are fine, yeah. Eleven? Okay pal, see you then. No, no worries, I don't mind. Yeah, she's... we're getting along great."

I hadn't moved from my spot on the floor an inch – I was afraid to, as if my dad would see me from the other end of the line if I moved. I felt shame wash over me, and suddenly found my mouth had gone bone dry.

"Yep. Bye." Doug placed the phone back on the charger, then stayed there for a few moments. He was too afraid to look at me. When he did turn around, his facial expression wasn't too warm or heart-felt.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I replied.

He moved his eyes away from me, staring at some nondescript spot on the carpet. Then he walked over towards where my pants were discarded, picked them up, then placed them by me.

"We'd better clean up," he muttered.



Best Friends Ch. 04



It was while Lee was eating my pussy that I began to notice the similarity of Lee's and Corey's technique. "Oooh baby," I cooed, "You've done this before, haven't you?" He had raised my legs and spread my cheeks and his tongue was working on my puckered asshole, then, gliding through my cunt and working my clitoris, he pressed on its side, then flicking the tip, then pushed it inside my hood, making me wriggle wildly on the bed.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes looking up over my bush and through the cleavage of my breasts. His mouth, so close to the sponge of my vulva, said words that were muffled, "Would it make you mad Mom, if I told you that I've been involved with an older woman for a while?" But my ears perceived the words...similar words that Corey had used earlier in the day and I wondered if it might be the same woman. I had mixed feelings, felt a little uncomfortable about it coming from my son than from Corey. 

I was peeved...knew I was just being jealous and said, "Son, boys will be boys. But, usually they are boys with girls there own age." 

He proved that I should think differently about it when his lips puckered on my asshole and I felt them compress and force his warm saliva inside me(Corey had done the same thing). I saw his face again through the valley of my breasts and he retorted, "Yeah, Mom, but no girl my own age would ever teach me to do this." Then, as if to emphasize his point, his lips went back to my clit again and pressed. He kept pressing until it popped back out its hood and pressed again, making it press against my pubic bone then pop out faster and faster. At the same time I felt his fingertip sliding through the wetness he had left on my asshole and probed until his fingertip opened my sphincter. I was in heaven again and, in the throes of another violent orgasm, almost blacked out. Whoever the woman was she had taught two young men to push the right buttons.

My legs crushed Lee's head in a scissors grip and I swayed it violently from left to right, still quivering from my release. It was hard for me to bring this to a close but I glanced at the clock and saw how late it was getting. I definitely wasn't going to let this day end with out being fucked by my son, my only concern being that I be presentable for Arthur when he came home around six. Fuck it, I thought, we can go out to dinner tonight. 

"I wanna feel your cock inside me baby, and we're running out of time. Put your hard cock inside your mom's cunt Lee; fuck me sweetie, fuck me!" 

"You're so fucking hot mom," he said, and he straddled me on the bed, stroking his cock, which was hard and red, teasing me. 

"Come on baby," I pleaded, "fuck me. Fuck your mother, please?"

He put one knee between my legs and I spread, then, he put the other one inside and I raised my legs like a submissive bitch. Holding his cock with his left hand he opened my pussy with his right and found my opening with the head of his cock, easing it inside. I closed my eyes and felt his bulk penetrating me, sliding in my wet vagina, opening me, the sponge of my wet cunt being plowed by his prodding cock. The roll of his foreskin was like a French tickler and it excited my g-spot, then forced its way through my tunnel. I felt it, the length of his bulky cock, my son's cock, deep inside me, his balls resting between the cheeks of my ass. My son's cock, I kept thinking over and over again. He pulled his length all the way to the rim of his glans, looked down at me and pushed himself inside again cooing, "fuhhhhhhhck" until his pubic hair matted on mine again. My eyes were saucer-wide and my mouth was open in awe of feeling, and, what it all meant.

When I found out I was pregnant with Lee, Arthur and I counted back the days to determine when it happened. It was a delicious tropical night in Hawaii and our love making was the best we had experienced to that time. As Lee's cock fucked my cunt I remembered the fucking that made him, remembered Arthur saying the dirty words and yelping when he came. And now, my son was fucking me, his cock in the same place as his fathers. I'm such a dirty slut, I thought. But, I've wanted this so badly. My legs hugged my sons waist and which was jabbing his long cock in short thrusts. "Call me a cunt, baby,' I gasped

"You cunt," he said, at first tentatively, then, "You Cunt!" 

Excited at his words, I felt my juices flood and I spread my legs wide, accepting his thrusts, my feet pointing to the ceiling, my toes crunched, my legs flailing wildly. "Fuck me baby, fuck me! Fuck your mommy's cunt."

"Ung, ung, ung," he grunted, his hands flat on the mattress, his arms stiff, his ass pivoting from his knees, driving his rigid meat deep inside me, sweat forming on his forehead and dripping off his nose onto my neck. 

"Fuck me baby, fuck me. I want your cum inside my cunt!" He was in control now, able to hold back his orgasm until he decided. He slid off the bed and stood, wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my ass to the edge, then, cupping each cheek,lifted me... then drove his long, thick cock inside me harder, the slap, slap, slap of his stomach on mine syncopated with his ung, ung, ungs.

I was panting, gasping for breath. "I want your cum baby, cum inside your mommy, do it, do it, do it now!"

He was gasping, his body glistening with his perspiration. He smelled of his sweat, sweat from working out, sweat from this glorious fucking, slamming me harder, harder, harder, compressing my ass with each slam. With one last thrust he gritted his teeth and roared like a rutting lion.

My pussy had never been so sensitive. It was after five and I had been having sex, first with Corey then with Lee—for over four hours. But when Lee came I could feel him cramping his cock, feel the clutches that made more of his cum shoot inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, expelling "Mahhm," like the sound of a death rattle. He was exhausted, his wet body wiping his perspiration on mine. 

"You're too heavy baby," I said, his body having been crushing mine for the last few minutes. He rolled to the side and I took his cheeks between my hands and said, "that was heaven, my baby."

"Are you sure you liked it Mom? Are you sure it's okay?"

"It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me Lee. And, I want us to do it again and again?"

"I love you so much Mom."

"And I love you baby. But, we better get going sweetie, before your dad comes home." 

"Dad," he said, rolling off the bed. "He'll never know, will he Mom?"

"He'll never know baby," I assured him.

"Mom?"

"Yes baby?"

"I took the clothes you left lying on the kitchen floor...and put them into the hamper...." 



Best Friends Ch. 05



It had been the realization of my dreams to have made love with my son Lee and I was still trying to sort out in my mind how I could have experienced this incredible day. It started with Corey (Lee's best friend), who was supposed to be working out at the gym with Lee, coming into my kitchen and seducing me, stripping my clothes and eating my pussy on the kitchen floor, then carrying me to Lee's bedroom and fucking me to oblivion on his bed. I thought it was a dream but I awoke in the same bed. Lee was standing over me with what I thought was shock but, as we talked and then began fondling, it seemed that he had joined in too easily for him to have been surprised. In my semi-awake condition it puzzled me but I was still in a thick enough fog not to recognize that I had been set up. Then, I got caught up so completely in what Lee and I ended up doing that I forgot where my thoughts were leading me. It happened so easily and so completely that I found myself spent, not just from the passionate sex with my son, but with his friend as well. It had been a surreal afternoon of love making

We lay in each other's arms, my pussy still tingling from being reamed by my son's huge, young cock which made me feel, on one hand, depraved and on the other, eager to have him inside of me again. My pussy, still feeling the memories of two vibrant young cocks, both incredibly hard, fucking it so deliciously caused my imagination to work. I thought of the first taboo, an older woman fucking a friend of the family, much too young for societal approval, his thick cock opening me, sliding tightly into my incredibly wet cunt, fucking me, driving me into a wild orgasm then depositing his fertile load inside. That alone would have shocked me just a few months before; I was such a proper lady. But it made me feel confirmed as a woman. Then, I experienced an even greater no-no, incest with my son. I felt like such a slut and smiled at the newness and excitement of the whole experience. 

Not wanting to move I held him close to me, knowing that we had to get up and dress before Arthur, my husband, Lee's dad, came home from work...and what about dinner? Fuck it, I thought, we can go out to dinner. As we lay there, spooned, my body against his hot flesh, I listened to his satisfied breathing. I thought again about how he had come into the room and discovered me, naked, in his bed. The more I thought about it the clearer it became that he wasn't surprised at all that I was there. And when he told me that he had picked up the clothes I had left on the kitchen floor, during my romp with Corey, I realized it must have been part of the plan. I turned my body so I could face him and questioned, "Baby?" He didn't say anything and in his silence I sensed he knew my question. "What did you think when you found my clothes lying on the kitchen floor?" 

He was silent for a moment. "It's hard for me to tell you Mom, you'll probably think I'm a creep."

"Do you think I'm a creep, baby? Do you think I'm a creep for letting you, my own son, fuck me like this?"

"N...no Mom, I've been wishing that you would let me...uh...fuck you. I've been dreaming about it ever since I started getting hard-ons."

I thought about what he said about fantasizing for such a long time and said, "Since both of our dreams have come true today baby, maybe we should stop. What do you think darlin?" 

He thought for a moment. "I don't want to stop Mom."

I reached for his face and held it between my hands. Looking deep into his eyes I said, "If we're going to be this intimate baby, we're going to have to be very, very careful so nobody gets hurt. Do you understand?"

"D...do you mean that you w...want to do it more?"

"I want to do it more my sweet son...and often. But no one must find out."

"Like dad?"

"Like dad," I echoed, "and like your sister." (Madison was six months away from her 18th birthday). "We need to be very careful Lee, and, we have to be completely honest with one another." He nodded. I felt uncomfortable with the next question but everything had to be out in the open. "Did you know that Corey was coming here today?" He nodded. "And you knew why?" He nodded. "Can you tell me how it happened?"

"I've been thinking about you Mom for such a long time. I never expected that you would want to do anything with me, you being so big in the church and everything. I've wanted to be with you so bad. Lots of nights I would think about you and get hard, thinking about what it would be like to, uh...fuck you. I would... uh, jack off trying to imagine what it would feel like to have my cock inside you and wonder if you would like it. The day you saw me...uh, jacking off was just one of many. I tried to set it up so many times, hoping that you would walk by and see me. And finally, that day, you stopped and you watched..."

"I enjoyed watching you very much sweetie...very much."

"You probably didn't think I knew you were watching, Mom."

"I didn't."

"Anyway, I told Corey about it." Lee looked at me kind of funny. "Ya know that woman I told you about, the one who has been kind of...uh...teaching Corey and me?" I nodded. "Well, I told her that you watched me jack off and she told me that you probably wanted to make love to me. I didn't believe it but she said that any woman would have a difficult time looking at me playing with my hard cock and not imagining going to bed with me." He blushed. "I told her that I didn't know how to let you know and she said that, since Corey was such a close friend of the family, you probably had sexy feelings about him too. And, since Corey was so much more comfortable making advances than I was, she said that he should be the one to open the door."

Open the door, I thought, feeling my pussy still tingling from all the sex I had that day. I marveled at how wise this woman was. But she had already been having sex with these boys; who knows for how long? "She's a very smart woman Lee," I said. "Can you tell me who she is?"

"Remember Mom, you told me that we should be very careful so nobody would get hurt." I nodded. "Well, she said the same thing. Both Corey and I promised we wouldn't blow her cover by talking with anybody about it." He was quiet for a moment then asked, "Did you like what Corey did?"

"Mmmmm," I purred, "It was quite a surprise sweetie, quite a surprise...and...Yes, I liked it very much. I was amazed at how much you two boys know about a woman's body."

"I was waiting outside of the door when he came out and he told me how hot you were. He told me that he cuddled with you and you went to sleep in my bed. And—I shouldn't be telling you this Mom, you'll probably think it's gross."

"Its ok baby, tell me; I want to hear it." 

"He told me, 'The cum I left inside your mom's pussy'll make it easier to get that monster cock inside." Then he winked and said, "Your mom's kind of tight Lee."

After having had two babies I was thrilled to hear that he'd said that. "That's nasty," I chuckled. 

"You're somethin Mom," Lee said with a big grin.

We got up and showered before Madison, who was at cross country practice, and Arthur came in within fifteen minutes of each other.

Midway through dinner Arthur said, "The way you two are looking at each other you must have a secret. Your cheeks are so rosy. Have you both been working out?" 

Lee answered, "Corey and I both had a great workout." He rolled his eyes.

"It was a particularly busy day for me too," I said. Neither of us lied.

Madison said, "What about my rosy cheeks Dad? I ran thirteen miles today."

I was gripped by a tremendous surge of guilt and patted Arthur's hand and said, "We're so fortunate to have such athletic children." Madison beamed. Lee smiled, looked at me askance then averted his eyes. 

"Don't be so modest Lee," Arthur said, "You know you're great."

"He's more than great," I said, patting Arthur on the thigh while looking at Lee across the table. Our son's demeanor was neither surprised nor merry. It was a look of a confederate in league with a woman who, as of today, had embarked on a different path. It had only been a few weeks since Amanda and I found each other, a relationship that had awakened my dormant libido, and now, after being fucked by both Amanda's son, then my son, I realized that I had opened a door that could consume me. 

The image of two cocks, Corey's and Lee's, and my memory of the feeling I had when each one opened and filled me, caused my pussy to flow again and I squirmed in my seat wanting to put my hand on both my husband's and my son's cock, to stroke them until they were hard. I wanted to have Lee bend me over the table and fuck my pussy while I sucked Arthur until his cum filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. I was beginning to feel the insatiable need of a nymphomaniac and didn't care who would be watching. I'm such a fucking whore, I thought, not with a trace of guilt, but with the joy of anticipation.

On the way home, while Arthur and the kids were talking about Madison's chances of getting a running scholarship, I was silent. For years I had seethed about Arthur not satisfying me in sex. But, I realized again, that Arthur and Lee were alike in many ways: one being that they were both reticent to make advances on people. I reasoned that it took Corey to break the ice for Lee. I asked myself, who ever broke the ice for Arthur? I remembered how attentive he was before we got married. I was guilty of not communicating my needs. My eyes welled and tears wet my cheeks.

"Are you ok babe," Arthur asked. 

"I was just thinking about what a nice family we have," I said, telling part of the truth. 

That night, when Arthur and I were reading I decided that I had to bring him into the picture. But how? I snuggled up to him, kissed him on the cheek and slid my hand down his chest, to his stomach then wrapped my fingers around his soft, wrinkled penis, squeezing it like a farmer milking a cow, feeling it fill with his blood which ironed the wrinkles out. 

"Do you want to fuck," he said, squirming his ass on the bed.

"I want to suck your cock, Arthur," I said, "to make you cum in my mouth and to swallow your hot load." I looked at his face and saw his look of astonishment. I had never talked like that before. "I want to be your whore." His bewilderment was delicious. "I want you to use me, to fuck me, to do what ever you want with me." His eyes were wide and disbelieving. Our relationship had been so insipid and, from what I had learned about myself that day, from this night on it would never be that way again. 

My mouth was on his cock sucking and slurping. I was snorting like a pig and I knew he would cum soon, so I went for it. I sucked him deep into the back of my throat and gagged, then tried to take him deeper but couldn't. I worked my mouth faster and faster, gently squeezing his balls. His orgasm began with a whimper that, at his first ejaculation, built into a yelp and, as I continued sucking, into wildly pleasured moans. I used his semen as lubrication, sliding my lips through the slippery seed over his tantalized flesh. He came once—a forceful squirt that splashed against the back of my throat—then three more times, spurts of lesser volume. I gathered his sperm like an oyster then swallowed it in one gulp. Then, pressing my lips on his, I kissed and suckled his lips.

He slumped back into his pillow, looked at me with excited eyes and said, "Holy shit Mary, what has become of you?" 

I stripped my nightgown and straddle his belly. "I'm going to teach you about sex Arthur. I have always pleased you and now, you're going to learn to please me." I felt somewhat foolish, having been married all of these years and having never asserted my needs. But I also felt liberated. "Fondle my breasts," I commanded and his hands went obediently to my petite tits. He fondled them, almost naively. "Press on them and move them in a circle." He complied. I felt warmed as his hands massaged my breasts around my chest... felt my pussy liquefying and leaking on his stomach. "Squeeze my nipples," I said. 

"But won't that hurt, Mary?"

"Squeeze them Arthur. Do as I say!" I felt empowered. I was acting toward Arthur the way Amanda had been acting toward me. I was now the prime mover and intended to have my fill of my husband for the first time in years. He squeezed them insipidly and I commanded, "Squeeze my fucking nipples Arthur!" He looked almost frightened but he squeezed them. "Harder, goddamit!" He squeezed harder, his fingers and thumbs making my nipples burn. "Make them turn white!" He squeezed harder and I came, gasping my pleasure, wiggling my ass on his stomach, my pussy sliding through the pool on his belly. 

I stretched out my legs and lay back, propping myself on my elbows, positioning my pussy so he had good view. "Look at my pussy Arthur and find my clitoris." He was lost...such a schmuck, I thought. Then I thought how stupid I had been not to have guided him in the first place. But I had been a product of a clueless generation, never taught how beautiful sex could be. Now, within weeks I had become sexually alive and I wanted to share my excitement with the main I had enjoyed such little sexual enjoyment. 

"Watch me," I commanded as I laid back and placed the index and middle fingers of my right hand on my clitoris. "This is my clitoris baby; it's sensitive, like the head of your cock. When I rub it I can make myself cum. His eyes were taking it in; he was fascinated. "You rub it," I coaxed and his fingers touched me. "Not too hard dear," I cautioned. 

More gently he circled his finger tip through the wet film of the sensitive surface. For the first time in our marriage I experienced the excitement of his touch on my button and I wiggled my ass in response. "That's good baby," I sighed. He was taken with his newfound knowledge and worked his finger faster, then slid his other finger inside my pussy and fucked me with it. I felt the pressure building: the warmth in my nipples, the electricity surging from my breasts to my clitoris, to my asshole. My toes clamped tight as I let out a shriek, "Arthur! Baby!" and I exploded, a small jet of cum squirting from my pussy.

"Oh Mary," he said with a catch in his throat, "I never knew, I just never knew." 

I realized that his cock, brushing the side of my neck, was rock hard, harder than I remembered him capable. 

"What else can I do to please you Mary," he asked. "Can I, uh...eat your pussy?"

"Would you like to?" I asked incredulously.

"I've always wanted to Mary but you've always been so proper. I thought you might think it was dirty, that you would be offended."

I was proper, and still am, but now only in public...never in my mind, or in the privacy of whatever encounter I am enjoying. I thought back to the times I had made comments about people who used double entendres or exhibited outward expressions of sexual enjoyment and my heart skipped a beat. I had been so foolish; I had been a prude. It wasn't until Amanda seduced me that I began to open up and let the sexual prisoner inside me go free. I vowed, at that moment, that I was going to enjoy every possible sexual experience I could, and, I was going to include my husband wherever he would follow me.

"Oh baby," I whispered, "I've wanted you to eat me for so long." 

I sat up, scootched my ass up Arthur's torso, sliding through the output of my pussy. Bending my legs underneath me I rose up on my knees, walking on them until my dripping cunt was over his mouth, and lowered to make contact. I closed my eyes at the sensation of my husband eating me for the first time and I slowly undulated on his lips, feeling them suckle, feeling his tongue licking my cunt, my clitoris, my asshole and hearing his hungry moans enhanced by the slurpy noises of his feast. 

I froze in a prolonged spasm, my petite tits jiggling wildly, electric sensations surging from the rims of my ears to the tips of my toes. "Holy shit, baby," I yelped, feeling a gusher squirting from my pussy, and went even higher knowing that he was gulping my cum like a famished baby. We both writhed in our ecstasy as the thought went through my mind. Here I am, Mary Wilhelm, the icon of propriety, one of the matrons of the church, having fucked two young men today, one of them my son, and going wild with my husband who had no clue of the perversions I was capable of.

I could feel his warm, stiff cock brushing my neck. I wanted him. My pussy had been host to two cocks today and I wanted a third; three cocks for the fucking whore I had become. I loved the thought but didn't dwell on it. Walking backwards on my knees I placed my hands upon Arthur's shoulders, looking deeply into his eager eyes, and raised my ass, moving it backward until, reaching my left hand around his engorged shaft, I slid his head through my groove 'til I found my hole. I eased myself down, taking all of his meat inside me. He bucked up and raised my body then slumped down, his cock sliding halfway out. My cunt was tender from being fucked by one fat cock and another huge one. I was glad that my husband's cock was smaller than Corey's and smaller than his son's. It was like the baby bear's porridge that Goldilocks ate, just right, and I tightened my aching muscles around him, making him writhe with pleasure. 

You fucking whore, I thought to myself while moving up and down, feeling his cock fucking me. Each time I slammed down on his thighs, his hard dick striving for my cervix, he bucked up and sent my pussy sliding up on his shaft. Our bodies slap, slap, slapped until we were both out of breath. 

Finally, he jammed himself deep inside me and raised my body. He shivered, moaned breathlessly and I could feel the warmth of his semen oozing inside me. I was close but needed a little more so I touched my clitoris, rubbed it and whooped, "Oh fuck," and collapsed, shivering on my husband's limp body.

We lay there and kissed. We told each other of our love for one another then I rolled off and we snuggled. It was the first time we had done that in ages and we both felt the confirmation of our pleasure, of once again being together blissfully. 

That day was the beginning of a phenomenal saga in my life, the day I had been seduced by a young friend, the day I had fucked my son, the day I re-established my marriage on a sexual basis. It was a landmark day that set the stage for many sexual adventures to come...



Best Friends Ch. 05



The next week -- the first week since Pat and Jeremy and Jeremy's mother, Roni, became lovers -- went by painfully slow for all three. Pat and Jeremy had to see each other every day at school and conceal their lust for each other from their classmates. They both found themselves daydreaming during classes and sneaking longing glances at each other. Jeremy wanted Pat's cock back in his mouth in the worst way. Pat could not believe how much he wanted his friends cock back in his ass. Every time that week that he got a hard on, he felt a twitching at his back door needing to be filled again. Don't get him wrong, he was not a complete bottom. He still wanted badly to be inside of Roni and to take his friends anal cherry, but he also wanted to feel cock inside of himself again. 

To ease his pain, several times during the week Pat found himself jerking off in the shower with his left hand while a shampoo coated right hand eagerly slid two, three, even four fingers deep inside his anal canal. 

Things had to be worst for Jeremy. Not only did he see Pat all day in class, but he also saw his mom all night at home. And Roni had never been shy about wearing skimpy shorts and shirts around the house. Jeremy seemed to have a hard on 24/7! He had to keep it concealed at school, but walked around the house in a pair of loose shorts and no underwear in the hopes that his mother would see it and continue their incestuous relationship one-on-one during week. He even tried to slip up behind her one night while she stood at kitchen sink washing dishes. He rubbed his hard dick through his shorts against his mother's ass and felt her breasts through her shirt, excited to find that she wore no bra. But when her only response was "That will have to wait until Friday night when Pat is here," he went upstairs to his bedroom to take care of himself for what seemed like the 100th time that week.

Finally, Friday was upon them all. Jeremy and Pat, who also played on the basketball team together, gutted through the two hour practice in anticipation of the night to come. In the shower after practice, the two exchanged several glances at each other, but tried no to look too long in fear that their penises might spring to life in front of their teammates. They showered quickly drove home as fast as they could.

When the boys arrived at the house they hoped to find Roni naked in the doorway to great them. However, they instead found a note for them that simply read:

"Boys, I had to run out to work on a surprise for tonight. Have fun and I will see you soon. Love, mom."

The boys wasted no time in having fun. They headed straight to Jeremy's bedroom and practically ripped off their clothes. Jeremy dropped to his knees as if trying to grab a loose ball in basketball and engulfed Pat's dick as fast as he could. Jeremy loved feeling Pat's manhood grow in his mouth. He loved the first few strokes his mouth took on his flaccid cock and loved it even more as he slid his lips slowly over his quickly inflated rod. Pat grabbed the back of Jeremy's head and began thrusting into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy let his best friend fuck his mouth, grabbing onto Pat's hips to hold himself up. With each thrust Pat's dick went a little farther into Jeremy's throat, gagging his friend. Jeremy tried his best to loosen his throat to let his friend in more. The gagging was producing a good amount of saliva adding lube to the efforts.

"Oh, fuck this feels so good!" Pat announced. "Take my cock you bitch! Take it down your throat!"

Jeremy couldn't believe his best friend had just called him a bitch. What's more, he couldn't believe it turned him on! Jeremy began moving his tongue around and clenching and unclenching his throat muscles, adding to the pleasure that Pat was feeling. In no time Pat said he was cumming. 

Jeremy pushed himself off of Pat's cock and began stroking it.

"That's it," he said. "Cum on my face."

Jeremy opened his mouth and watched string after string of Pat's creamy substance explode from the tip of his penis and hurl towards his awaiting mouth. Some landed on Jeremy's tongue, some on his cheek, some even in his hair.

While the boys were busy having their fun, Roni was out working on her surprise. As she approached the familiar door, worry and doubt filled her mind. What if this doesn't work? I could have a lot of explaining to do if this backfires on me. She threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door. The door was answered by a tall man in pretty good shape for being in his mid-forties. 

"Oh, hi, Roni. What can I do for you?"

Roni took a deep breath. "You will never guess what our sons have done. Can you please come with me to my house to see this?" And with that, Roni drove Pat's dad Bob to her house...

They walked up the stairs and approached Jeremy's bedroom door.

"Now, this is going to be a bit of a shock. Whatever you do, remain calm and just stay here in the hallway with me and take it all in."

Bob could not imagine what the boys had gotten themselves into, but he was prepared for the worst. Roni slowly opened the door a crack trying not to make any noise to disturb the action that she sure was going on behind this closed door. Bob's jaw dropped to the floor as he looked in; he was frozen by the sight.

Laying on his back in the middle of the floor was his son, Pat, naked with his best friend on top of him in a 69 position. He stood there, stunned, as he watched Jeremy's cock disappear into his son's mouth and then reappear. 

He was brought back to consciousness as he felt Roni's body on his back and her soft voice whispering in his ear. 

"I found the doing this last weekend. Like you, I found this disturbing, our boys sucking each other off..."

Bob suddenly felt Roni's hand reach around his body and rub his member through his jeans. Both of them were a little surprised to find that Bob's cock was already hard.

"I can see you are finding this entertaining," Roni said. "I found myself drawn to that conclusion myself. In fact, I even joined them last weekend."

Bob could not believe what he was hearing, but could not help his interest in finding out more. Roni unzipped Bob's pants, slipped her hand inside and found his hard 8 inches, and continued:

"Your son is quite a fast learner. Jeremy loves receiving head from Pat. He is really quite the cocksucker, as you can see. I just loved feeling his shaft in my ass while Jeremy fucked my pussy. And he seemed to absolutely love having Jeremy fuck his tight hole. I have been trying to teach them about sex, but I'm sure that they could use a lesson from a man as well. I think all four of us could have some fun."

Bob nodded his head in agreement. It had been quite awhile since his wife had passed and, due to the same reason, since he had been laid. This was all too perfect for him. He had always desired Roni; she was simply stunning. And like his son, he had always had gay "tendencies." His wife used to wear a strap on dildo to fuck Bob's ass, then leave it on get in the doggy style position so that Bob could fuck her ass and stroke her "penis" pretending that she was a he. Bob had always thought of himself as lucky for having found a woman who was receptive to that fantasy. Now he knew that he was very lucky.

The two shed their clothing and Roni entered the room. "Hello boys. Enjoying yourselves?"

Jeremy rolled off of Pat and said, "Yes, very much. We have already exchanged loads and were just waiting for you."

"Good," she replied. "As promised, I have a big surprise for you. Are you ready for it?"

They both shook their heads eagerly, but were shocked when Bob walked through the door naked with a major hard on. 

"OK, both of you get on your knees!" commanded Roni.

They did as they were told. Bob walked over to his son who had a puzzled look on his face. "So, I hear you are turning into quite the cocksucker. Why don't you show your dad just how good you are?" Bob grabbed his cock and pointed it right in his son's face. Pat slowly leaned forward, parted his lips, and slipped them over his father's head.

"That's it, son. Suck your father's cock. I want to feel the whole thing down your throat. I'm bigger than your friend, so you are really going to have to work for it."

Pat began sucking his father's tool. He couldn't believe how large he was and how much he was spreading his mouth. His dad didn't lie, he was larger than Jeremy. He started slow, getting used to the size. As he began getting more comfortable he began picking up the pace. He also began taking more and more of his father's cock down his throat. After a few minutes, Pat had worked all 8 inches into his throat and was pushing, trying to get it down as far as possible. 

Not to miss out on the fun, Roni stood in front of her son, spread her legs and guided Jeremy's face to her dripping pussy lips. Jeremy dove right in, he had wanted to eat her again all week. He kept stealing glances of Pat deep-throating his father while he sucked on his mother's clit. 

Almost in unison, Bob and Roni came. Roni covered her son's face in her juices while Bob filled his son's mouth with his seed. For the first time since his wife died, someone other than himself brought him to orgasm. He never would have guessed that it would be his son doing it. Pat pulled away from Bob's now empty cock and opened his mouth to show his father his mouthful of cum before he swallowed it. 

Jeremy was overtaken with lust. He moved quickly behind Pat and pushed him over so that he was on all fours. Everyone in the room knew what was going to happen now and no one wanted it more than Pat. Jeremy spit onto Pat's brown opening and rubbed the liquid in. He spit there again, and then onto his cock, lubing it up quickly. He placed the head at his friends opening and asked, "You want this inside of you, right?" But he might as well have no asked, because he didn't wait for the answer. He quickly pushed in and Pat felt the slight pain that was quickly becoming familiar. 

"Oh fuck yes!" Pat screamed his reply, and he reveled in the sensation of once again receiving a dick deep in his ass. He loved it and he loved that his dad was watching him get butt fucked. Jeremy ravaged his ass. Pat knew at this pace that his friend would not last long so he enjoyed the feeling as much as possible.

"Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck my ass! Oooh yeah, get it deep, deeper please. I want to really feel your cock inside of me. Come on, fuck me faster! Fuck my ass harder!"

Jeremy was pistoning in and out as hard, fast and deep as he could. He felt his friend's asshole pull on his dick with each thrust. Bob couldn't believe the words coming from his son's mouth, but knew that he got this desire from him. He remembered commanding his wife to use the strap on dildo in the same way. 

Roni moved over to Bob and looked at him saying, "You get him next. I need to get you ready." Roni bent down and took Bob in her mouth, getting his dick nice and wet to slide into his son next. He looked down at Roni on her knees blowing him and then looked up just in time to see Jeremy grab Pat's hips, take one final thrust, and bury his load deep into his ass.

"Oh yeah, I can feel you shooting inside of me. It feels so good, your cock is pulsating in my ass, oh I love it! Give it all to me!"

Jeremy drained his balls completely and moved out of the way.

"Daddy," Pat said, "it's your turn now. Come screw your son's ass."

Bob didn't need to be told twice. He replaced Jeremy behind Pat and slipped the head of his dick inside of his son's ass. "Oh yeah," Pat responded.

"Oh, do you like that feeling? Do you like the feeling of being entered?" Bob pulled all the way out and entered the head again and received the same welcome response. He did this several times, sliding in, pulling all the way out and then reentering the hole. Finally, after the seventh or eighth time, Bob slid all the way in, burying his cock fully inside his son's tight, but slightly used, hole. "Oh my god! I can feel Jeremy's cum around my cock. Fucking amazing!"

"Oh yeah, use it as lube. Fuck me daddy. I want to be fucked good and hard. I don't ever want you to stop fucking me. Your hard cock feels so good! I feel like I am being split in two and I love it!" Pat kept yelling out filthy comments as his father fucked his ass hard. For a good fifteen minutes, Bob plowed into his son's back door and both were enjoying it immensely. Bob couldn't hold out any longer and Pat felt the cock inside of him become rigid. Then, he felt the warmth of his father's cum fill him up, mixing with Jeremy's semen that was still inside. The feeling made Pat blow his load all over the carpet. As Bob's cock shrank, he pulled out of his son's ass. Bob, Roni and Jeremy all watched the cum mixture follow Bob's dick out of Pat's ass and spill down his leg.

Bob looked at Roni and said, "Thanking you so much for making me aware of what our son's were up to. What's next?"



Best Friends Ch. 05



Sorry it was so long, I've been busy with.. Other things. But here it is. And remember, this is all true.

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And that was it. I told her the truth how I felt. I told her everything I had been wanting to say all this time. Those words changed everything. After I had finished, a few seconds of silence passed before she burst into tears holding me tight to her.

"Michael, I love you too" she said through her crying. I wrapped my arms around her and held onto her tight. I wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

"Don't let go Michael.. Please don't let go." She was still crying, so I gently kissed her on the head and held her tighter.

When she had stopped crying I tilted her head up and gently kissed her on the lips. She immediately started kissing me back, and the kiss soon had tongue involved. As we bombed each others mouths with our tongues, she had one hand cupping my face and the other rubbing my chest, while both my hands were wrapped around her waist.

As we continued kissing, she moved her hand from my chest to my already hard cock and started rubbing it through my boxers.

"Erin, you don't have to-" But she cut me short.

"Shh. I want to. Ever since I was fourteen I had a crush on you. All the boys I turned down.. It was for you. I was saving myself for you and you alone. I wanted you to be my first, and when I was sixteen I had decided that it would only be you who would make love to me. It would be you or no one. I love you Michael."

I was in shock. She was saving herself just for me. And to think I bragged about having sex with several girls. I felt like an asshole. But I had to ignore that. The only person I actually ever said I love to aside from my own parents is right before me, rubbing my cock through my boxers, in only her swimming bra and thong, telling me she wants me. But I wouldn't take advantage of her.

"Erin.. Are you sure you want this?" I asked, trying to keep comfortable.

"Yes. I have almost always wanted this. Please Michael." She replied. She then looked down at my boxers and saw my cock head sticking out from the bottom.

"It's huge.. How big is it?" She asked in shock.

I blushed a bit and answered. "eleven inches."

"T-That's almost one foot!" She nearly yelled. But then she crawled off my lap onto the floor and pulled my boxers all the way down.

"I've read books on how to do this, but I never did it before." She said, taking my cock in her hand. She slowly licked the top and then preceded to lick down the sides. She then inhaled the head of my cock, then another three inches, and started bobbing her head up and down. God, it felt so good.

She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, then looked back at her work. It went on like that for five minutes when I said "I'm getting close Erin."

She smiled and went faster, and right before I came she took eight of my eleven inches. right when that happened I came harder than I ever had in my whole entire life. She didn't even gag, and she didn't lose a drop of cum either. Another minute and my cock was soft again. But I wasn't going to let her have all the fun.

I picked her up and gently rested her where I was. I gently kissed her on the lips and then moved down to her breasts. They were a decent size and I reached behind her to untie her bra. After I had done that, I threw it on the floor and took one of the breasts into my mouth. She slightly moaned and pressed my head down into her breast even more. I then sucked on the other nipple and slowly moved down to her thong.

I gently pulled down her thong to her feet, and then threw it beside her bra. Then I spread her legs apart a bit and moved my head in closer. I ever so slightly licked the outside rim of her pussy, and then slowly pushed my tongue into her steaming hot hole, tasting her most desirable juices. She moaned loudly and squeezed my head between her legs.

I then started lashing my tongue at her clit, making her cry out even louder. And that's when she said it.

"I'm Cumming!" She screamed, holding my head where it was. I opened my mouth and let her juices flood it. If you ever tasted perfect, that was what it was like for me. As her orgasm subsided, I moved my head up to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth and began a very wet, very passionate kiss.

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Chpater 06 Cumming soon.



Best Friends Ch. 05



Chapter Five

Doug told me to go shower and that he would clean up the mess. I scooped up my clothes, got my overnight bag by the front door, and went to the washroom without another word. I stood under the water for a long time, trying to calm myself down with the gentle stream cascading down my chest. I finally washed myself off, then got out of the shower and put on some sweats and a plain T-shirt. I'd spent almost half an hour under the water.

I brushed my teeth (for the second time that night), washing away the taste of sex. I felt a pang of disappointment for cleaning it out, but at the same time I felt guilty that it had been there in the first place.

When I came out of the bathroom, I walked shyly towards the living room. Doug was dressed again, and he was on his hands and knees, scrubbing a spot on the carpet. He didn't hear me approach, so I tried to sneak up closer to see the damage. I wasn't quiet enough, though, and he looked up at me as I came into the room. I glanced at the carpet.

"Is it coming out?" I asked.

"Yeah, just takes some work," he said, returning back to the stain.

I stood there awkwardly for a moment before I went to the kitchen to get a rag. I plucked one from out of the linen drawer, then went back to the living room. He had a bucket with carpet cleaner solution inside, so I dipped the cloth in the suds and squeezed out the excess water before I blotted it on the carpet.

Doug slowly stopped his scrubbing, then put his hand over mine. I froze, caught off guard by his action. "Don't worry about it, I've got it covered."

He didn't take his hand off of mine, though. I stared at him pointedly while he averted his gaze.

"Do you really regret it that much?" I asked. As hard as I tried, my voice still quivered slightly from anger and disappointment.

Realization slowly grew on his face, and he slowly looked up at me sympathetically. "It's not like that, Sarah. It's just that... you're a kid. My friend's kid, an'... this sort of thing shouldn't happen."

I was still a little miffed, but I couldn't help but agree with him. I couldn't see us fucking again, as much as I would have loved to. The taboo feeling was just too much to endure. What should have been an afterglow was an aftermath.

I nodded and shrugged. "Thanks, though."

He took his hand off mine, then lightly held my chin between his forefinger and thumb. I looked at him questioningly, and he smiled warmly before he softly kissed me on the lips.

"Just a one time thing. It was fun, though."

I gave a short laugh and smiled back. "Yeah."

When he let go of me, I knew that was the seal to the deal. No more physical contact, let alone sexual contact. He went back to scrubbing at the stain, and I helped him. When it was done, I got a dry hand towel and blotted the wet spot dry. By the time I was done, the carpet was stain-free and clean; it looked as if nothing had ever happened at all.

*****

I spent the rest of the night in my room, reading a book. By about a quarter after eleven, I heard the front door open and close. Doug's and my dad's voices hummed from behind my door. I put my book down and went out to see him.

When I stepped out of my room, my dad was just hanging up his jacket. His cheeks were tinted pink and his thin brown hair was ruffled from his hard hat.

"Hey, honey!" he said softly, waving at me. He was usually more friendly and enthusiastic towards me in the first five minutes of our visits. "Doug didn't give you much trouble, did he?"

My smile almost faltered, but I didn't glance over at him. "No."

"That's what he told you to say, I bet," my dad said, chuckling and bending down to unlace his boots. I dared a look over at Doug then, and found that he had dared a look at me, too.

"Sorry I'm so late guys," my dad began, pulling off his left boot then working on the right. "That was a right mess down at the site. I barely just got it finished before I jumped back into the car and hoofed it over here."

"It's okay," I said, finding that I was genuine in my words. Not only because his absence allowed me to have about a half-hour long, satisfying sexcapade, but because I realized that my dad really did want to be here on his birthday. I suddenly realized that I had a new-found appreciation for him.

"Well, I'm still sorry," he said, putting his boots away and stepping into the room. "So, where's my birthday present?" he said, holding his arms out.

I laughed. "You mean the pizza? It's in the fridge," I said, motioning over to the kitchen.

"No, no, no, no," he said, waving his hand about and coming towards me. "I want my real birthday present."

He stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. I squeaked a bit in surprise; my dad always tried to hug me, but he was always waiting for me to deny him the hug first. He just went right ahead and ambushed me this time.

But I found that I didn't want to turn down his hug. In fact, having my dad's arms around me was the most comforting thing I'd felt in weeks. I smiled happily and wrapped my arms around him too. I could just see over my dad's shoulder, and I saw Doug watching us, smiling warmly at me.

I rested my head on his chest and said, "Happy birthday, Dad."



Best Friends Ch. 06



The rest of the summer was heavenly. I'd found my sexual self and was honing my satisfaction to a fine edge. The most surprising thing to me was that I still wanted to maintain my position of leadership within the church and in the level of society that I had achieved within my community. I can remember through the years that I had been judgmental of people who had fallen by the wayside, as it was referred to. People who had had affairs were on my original hit list as far as my assessment of them was concerned. I didn't have the perspective of what a broad and open minded sexual acceptance could mean at the time, and would have surely been a leading critic of the kind of behavior in which I found myself involved. After the shoe was on the other foot however, I had become quite accepting and even a cheer leader for the kind of behavior that obsessed me. 

Not a week went by that Amanda and I didn't frolic naked in my bed, her bed or a bed in the Blackthorn motel. It was in a secluded spot in town and Amanda had worked out some kind of arrangement with the manager whereby a door was left conveniently open for us so we could simply sneak in. It was here where she introduced me to strap-ons and double dildoes. 

During the summer I experienced Corey and Lee individually at least a couple days each week and Amanda at least once. As I became more familiar with being a fuck slut my highs became more intense. Arthur told me that he never expected that our sex would be such an important part of our lives, and we fucked almost every night. He had no idea that, some days my cunt had been the playground of three cocks and a strap-on and/or a double dildo, that his was the third cock I had sucked, or that four tongues had licked my pussy that day. The fact that I withheld these secrets from him excited me even more. Had I become a nymphomaniac? Perhaps I had; I wanted sexual pleasure from morning 'til night and had the means to achieve it. 

Prior to Amanda I never understood the nature of anal sex and, without her, would have considered it disgusting. She introduced me gradually, first with her fingers then a butt plug and finally, with a rather large strap-on. She always knew how to get the most out of me and had taught me how I could get the most out of her. My highlight of the summer with Amanda came one day, when we had taken a room at the motel and spent an entire Sunday after noon making love. 

We brought each other up and let each other down in gathering waves until we were near a fever pitch. It was then that Amanda fucked my pussy with a large strap-on and put a double dildo in both of our asses. We became so wild that the motel manager called our room to see if we were alright. We were alright, alright but, because we had both squirted so copiously, his bed was a mess. This was the first time we had both squirted at the same time

Once, Arthur and I had a quickie before he got up early to go on a business trip. After he left I made sure that Madison was sleeping soundly, then stole into Lee's room. I eased his covers off and saw that he was already hard with what men call a "piss hard-on," or "morning wood." I bent over him and sucked him until he was awake. Then, I showed him the tube of hemorrhoid gel that I had in my hand, handed it to him, bent over and spread my cheeks. He slid the applicator into my ass and squeezed, filling me with the cool gel. I climbed into his bed, straddled him, spread my cheeks and sat down on his cock. The gel made his huge dick feel like it was sliding into its companion sheath. This was the first time my son's cock had been in my ass and I rode it blissfully, moving up and down like a carousel horse. His cum spewing inside my ass was the brass ring and our silenced orgasms were the prize. I thought the double dildo was big but, inside my ass, Lee's cock was bigger. 

That was a particularly active day. Corey had come over when Lee went to the gym, something that had become routine. He made love to me on the kitchen table, in Lee's bed, in my bed and, I can't explain why, but he took me into Madison's room and fucked me in the ass, the first time for him also. It was such an explosive orgasm that I squirted on Madison's sheets. They were all wet and I had to change them. Arthur was out of town on business and, very late that night, as if he understood my raging need, Lee sneaked into my bedroom and ate my pussy while I sucked his cock. We fucked that night until we were both drained of energy.

All summer long I asked myself if I had become a nymphomaniac and, as I said goodbye to both Corey and Lee as they went back to college, I felt a severe sense of loss. Arthur and I were having sex about three times a week (more when he was not out of town) but it just wasn't enough. Amanda and I got together at least once a week, which I loved but I so missed those vibrant young boys and their marvelously rigid cocks. I never told Amanda that I was having affairs with the boys, but she knew my sexual appetite had grown immensely. I confided to her that she might have saved my marriage, that because she had ignited my libido Arthur and I were, once again, making love regularly. I started jogging every morning and it helped, at least a little, in keeping my mind off my dilemma. 

One morning when I was finishing my run, it was about 7:30, I turned the corner, about a hundred yards from my home and there was a car sitting at the stop sign. I recognized it was David Firestone, Amanda's husband. I waved and he tooted his horn. I heard my name being called and turned around. David had rolled down the window and was calling me. So I turned and walked back to the car. "Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee," he asked, "I'm headed to the coffee shop now." I hesitated. He'd never suggested such a thing before. "Amanda suggested that we should Mary; come on, get in."

I sat at a table while he went to get our coffee. Sweating, I felt uncomfortable being in a public place. But he had been thoughtful enough to offer me a towel to sit on, said that he had been driving to the gym when he saw me. As he came back, carrying the two coffee cups, I was reminded how well built he was. It wasn't the first time I'd ever thought that. Arthur and I had played tennis with he and Amanda years before and I had recognized what a beautiful, athletic figure he had. Also I was kind of impressed that he always seemed to be in such command, as if he was accustomed to giving orders. I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch, wondering if he was a thick as Corey. He looked at me and winked.

We sipped our hot coffee in silence until I asked, "Why did Amanda suggest that we should talk David?" His eyes were like a photographer's camera, taking shot after shot. I could almost hear the clicks and rewinds. 

He put his hand on mine and patted it "I've known about you and Amanda since the day she played bridge at your house and..." He left it hanging.

I felt a knot in my stomach. I'd been discovered. The prim church lady and civic leader had been found out. My face flushed and I stammered the question, "And...and what did you think about such a thing?" I was trying to be cool but I could hear my heart beating in my ears. 

His eyes swallowed me and his lips pulled back into a broad grin. "I'm the one who suggested it."

I was flabbergasted. He'd known all along. He suggested it! I was defensive. "Did you think I was that sexually starved?"

"No," he said, his grin melting to an understanding smile.

"I don't understand David." This was a strange conversation. I was flustered and didn't know what to think. But there was something in being close to him that made me squirm in my seat. He watched. I crossed my legs. He watched. I picked up my coffee in my right hand and unconsciously slid my left hand between my legs, as if to protect myself. He watched. "What's this all about David?"

He took a sip of his coffee, set it down, looked at me and cleared his throat. "Would you say that you are a more sophisticated woman since you and Amanda began your relationship?' If you only knew, I thought. It was like he'd read my mind and didn't wait for an answer.

"Amanda's told me how wild you've become Mary. And, I have to be honest with you; she thinks you have someone else on the side."

"And what makes her think that, may I ask?" I felt boxed in. Could they possibly know about Corey and me...and, how could they know?

He cleared his throat, hesitated then said, "She tasted semen...didn't think it came from Arthur... he was out of town."

My face turned beet red. Amanda had never mentioned the thing about the semen and I wondered who's cum she thought it might be. It was one of the days I was with Corey. I wanted to get up and walk away.

"She wasn't accusatory, Mary. As a matter of fact, she was excited for you that you were broadening your sexual self and was titillated...said that the taste of another man's cum in your pussy really turned her on...and, I might add, it made for an exciting evening for me as well." 

It was too much of a revelation for me to feel comfortable with a man whom I had known for years but with whom I had never had more than light social conversations. 

"I know how much you and Amanda both feel you need one another. I know, according to Amanda, that you and Arthur have had a resurgence in your own relationship. And, I know that you want more," he went on, "you need more and do you know what Mary?" I was afraid to ask what. "I've sensed for a long time that you would like for me to fuck you." My face turned red, I thought in anger and I pressed on the table to lurch out of the chair and leave. But I didn't. 

Even before Amanda and I began our escapades, going back to the years when our two boys were on the same Little League team, I'd been captivated with David, who was the coach. His magnetic personality, his outstanding physique and his air of authority had me fantasizing more than once about going to bed with him. Because I was married and Amanda was my best friend I never gave it serious consideration. The vision and memory of Corey's cock flashed my mind and I wondered if David was as thick as his son. Corey was a great lover for such a young man but David had to be better, he had so much more experience. Amanda told me more than once how good he was. 

His eyes never stopped devouring me, his smile never waned. He cleared his throat and said, "Actually, I'm here with Amanda's blessing...at her suggestion. She told me that you would be running this morning and suggested that I take you to the Blackthorn (the motel that Amanda and I had been using for some of our frolics). Reaching across the table he took my hand. My breath caught in my throat and I felt that my pussy was turning inside out. 

On the way to the motel I shielded the side of my face, afraid that someone might recognize me. I'm such a fucking whore, I thought, but I love it. I love it. His voice brought me out of the closet of my mind and I was amazed at what he said. "You're not a whore Mary. You're an incredibly exciting woman who has arrived at a point in life where you are exercising your sexual freedom. It's your right, your obligation to yourself. Today's just another departure for you and I promise you will experience something new."

He didn't stop at Blackthorn office, just drove around back, got out of the car, came to my door, opened it, took my hand and we walked to the same room Amanda and I had often used. Amanda told me that they had used the motel for some of their sexual sessions and I wondered if they used it with someone else. As usual, the door was ajar. David pushed it open and said, "You should feel pretty comfortable here," then touched my back and coaxed me into the room. I wondered what I could possibly experience that would be new.

Before Amanda liberated me I had been such a sexual prude, never having imagined what unbridled sex could mean to me, always relating it to the wickedness the preachers had defined. But Amanda shot me with a magic bullet and, in just one day, I had grown from a sexual midget to a woman growing with sexual desire. 

Woman-on-woman sex was something I had thought depraved, thought it would be disgusting but I found that I loved it, even craved it. Then, it was sex with her son Corey. And on the same day, I committed the ultimate sin, incest, with my only son. Then, with all of the sexual experience I was having that summer; my sexual relationship with Arthur was rekindled and burned with a raging fire. Could it be possible be that Amanda was responsible for it all? 

I stood in the motel room facing David and the tingling emanating from the core of my pussy spread to my entire body. I was on fire, shaking with the anticipation of what this man might teach me today. Another cock, I thought. Before Amanda I had known only one, Arthur's. Since that day I had experienced two more (in an entirely new way) and now it would be David's. When would it stop? I hoped, never. I am a nympho, I thought. I love it so much.

His kiss was tender; his lips so soft and warm. I felt them melt beneath my lips. His hand was inside panties and the touch of his finger in my flooded trough sent shivers throughout my body. We were naked so quickly that it seemed surreal but we had so little to take off, just shorts and t-shirts, a jockstrap for him, panties and my sports bra for me.

He stepped back and his eyes scanned my body standing naked before him. I felt completely vulnerable yet, my nipples had become rock hard and the juice of my pussy was running down my leg. I was ravenous...didn't want foreplay; we could catch up later. His cock was thick like Corey's but long like Lee's, and like Lees, was uncut, the sheath of his foreskin muting the beautiful helmet shaped head beneath. I wanted it inside my cunt, fucking me like the whore I was.

"Just fuck me David," I said, and unable to control myself I lurched backward on the bed and spread my legs like a bitch in heat. I was so fucking wet that when he fell on top of me with his huge cock in his hand it was almost instantaneous that I felt his bulk stretching me, driving deep inside. I strangled his waist with my legs and yelped in spastic orgasm. I had never had an orgasm this quickly but had never felt in such great need. 

Waiting for my spasms to subside he held me tight. I was out of breath but had no reason to be. He was patient, so hard inside me, and caressed me until my breathing settled. He kissed me, licked my lips and slowly slid his tongue inside my mouth. At the same time he withdrew the incredible length of his stout cock. I feared it would pop out but just as I felt the rim of his head go past my vaginal sphincter he leaned forward and his cock settled just about two inches inside me. 

Expertly, David used his uncircumcised cock inside my cunt to its best advantage. I felt the gathered bulk of his pushed-back-foreskin rubbing my g-spot. I screamed at the joyous feeling as he kept wiggling it on my spot, my yelps coming in vibrating ohs. My ring grew tighter as my sac was filled, making it feel like I was going to crush David's cock in my tightening vise. He felt it too, pushed his cock in past the restriction then fucking me with long strokes. I couldn't make any sound come from my throat but my lips held their oval and my breath came out like I was practicing Lamaze. Harder and faster, his cock, like a veined piston drove in and out. My legs kicked and my arms flailed like an epileptic and my head waggled wildly from side to side. 

My sac was full to the breaking point but couldn't drain until David removed his cock. He looked into the saucers of my eyes and, as in everything he had done so far, he understood, pulled his cock from my pussy which sounded like the plunger on a bicycle pump pulling in more air. It was instantaneous. The eruption was so forceful that I felt my hips recoil and saw the arc of my projectile ejaculation rise and fall to the bedspread. I screamed, "David! Oh my God! My God!" then quivered on the bed like a malaria victim in the throes of ague. I had never felt such release, such total deflating release. My body felt as if it had been massaged from the inside.

I didn't understand where the voice had come from. It said, "Jesus, David. Classy woman you're fucking!" But my eyes sought the sound that came from a doorway. It took an instant to realize that the door separating the room we were in from the room next door—adjoining rooms. I recognized the face of the man standing in the doorway. It was the manager of the Blackthorn motel. I had seen him from afar once, when Amanda had driven into the motel parking lot one day. That time he was dressed in black slacks and was wearing a wine colored jacket, the colors of the Blackthorn. But what I saw, while I was lying on the bed, which I had just soaked with my cum, was the same face, but on a naked body, his massive, erect cock waggled back and forth. 

David said," Good timing Sandor, huh?"

The man replied with a chuckle, "Well, I guess so. Only, housecleaning's gonna have to give this room a real going over." He eased into the room and stood over me looking down, his eyes taking in my body, still laboring to regain my breath. His eyes centered on my pussy, moved up my body, stopping at my breasts then took in my face. They lingered on my face then moved back down, all the way to my feet. "You were right David, she's truly elegant."

David turned to me, looking at my questioning eyes and said, "Mary, I'd like for you to meet Sandor VanCleef. He manages the motel and is a very good friend of Amanda's, and mine. I didn't think you would mind if he joined us. His eyes questioned mine and I didn't speak, just looked back in amazement. "I didn't think you would."

My eyes went back to Sandor's face and moved to his cock which was now standing out straight and rigid. I looked then gulped. I thought David's cock was big, but it was smaller than Sandor's! I had never imagined that something that large would fit in any woman's vagina. But mine was begging for him to try.

"Perhaps a shower would be good Mary," he chuckled then added, "and a dry bed." He reached out his hand and took mine, helped me sit up, then coaxed me off the bed and led me to the bathroom. "I need a shower as well," he said. He led me to the bathroom, opened the glass door, turned on the shower, tested the temperature with his open hand then said, "After you Mary."

He position my back to the soothing shower, took a wash cloth, soaked it in the warm water then dropped the bar of soap in the middle. He worked a lather with the soap then, working from my neck down he washed me, holding up each arm washing under my arms, each breast, my stomach, over my bushy mound and under my pussy. The he washed my pussy gently, moving the washcloth down my legs, until, on one knee, he washed my feet. He turned me and washed my back, over my bottom then down my legs, coming back up and spreading my cheeks, washing my ass and tenderly scrubbing my asshole. He turned me and handed the washcloth to me.

He turned, faced his back to me and I washed up and down his body, making sure I cleaned him as he had cleaned me. He turned and I washed down his chest, under his arms and down his stomach. His cock, with the washcloth wrapped around it, felt unreal. As I washed it with the cloth I held his balls with my left hand. They hung low and felt like what I imagined a bull's would feel like. He turned under the water and rinsed off then, taking my shoulders, as he leaned into me ad pulled me toward him, he kissed my lips. His lips were sensuous, soft and warm. His right hand flattened on the small of my back and pulled me forward, and I felt the bulk of his erection part my legs, its lenght and sliding under the puffy lips of my vulva. We hugged, my breasts flattening against his chest and his cock slid forward and back in my groove, which was rapidly remoistening itself.




Best Friends Ch. 06



Sorry for the wait, I was a bit busy these last few months, but now I'm back, and you can expect a new chapter after this one VERY soon.

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As soon as that kiss ended, I knew what I truly wanted in life. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her forever, and forever never ends. When the kiss ended, she looked at me and blushed. She really was a virgin. I gently rocked her in my arms and kissed her forehead. I had forgotten all about my rock hard cock, how sad.

As I rocked her in my arms she was gently biting my ear lobe. But that's when I heard it. There was a knock at the door.

'Shit, who the hell just ruined my night?' I thought to myself. By the time I looked back at Erin she was already putting her bathing suit back on. I put on my shorts, seeing that my 'little' friend had understood the moment, and walked to the door.

I looked back at Erin and saw that she was fully dressed, in her robe, pretending to be asleep on the couch. I opened the door and there stood my sister, Allie. I hadn't seen her for over a month, and I was wondering about her earlier today. She smiled weakly at me and hugged me, without saying anything. I immediately understood.

Now, if you're wondering, Every woman in my life is important to me. Just in different ways. But only two do I feel the same way about. But I'll get to that later on.

She looked over my shoulder, which she had a hard time doing, and saw Erin sleeping. She smiled and asked "Is this a bad time?"

"No, it's OK. Come in." I said, trying to figure out what was wrong. She came in and I closed the door quietly, pretending as much as Erin was.

"Michael.. you know how you've always stood up for me and Erin, right?" She asked, but she didn't give me time to respond. "Well.. I.. I just.." I gently held her in my arms and very slowly walked her to one of the rooms.

"Allie, if you don't want to tell me what happen, just give me the name of the jerks ass I'm kicking tonight." I said, half-way laughing. She only smiled. "You always seem to make bad days into good ones. How do you do that?" She asked, and I simply smiled back at her.

"Michael.. I need you to help me.. Help me get away from John.." John was her husband. I never liked the prick. He always had that 'punch the prick' smile on his face. I would if she wasn't married to him. "He's been hurting me.. And I don't want it anymore.."

"Anymore?" I nearly shouted "What do you mean anymore? You didn't tell me the first time he hurt you?" I became concerned. "Allie, where did he hurt you? How much?"

"Michael.. I didn't come to you because he wouldn't let me.. I only had this one chance so I took it.. He's been hitting me alot.. And if I weren't married to him, the sex would be labeled rape.." I was in shock. I knew the guy was scum, but Jesus Christ, raping my sister?!

"Allie.. I want you to stay here with Erin."

"Where are you going? Michael.. Don't say that you're-"

"Going to go kick his ass." I finished her sentence. She only smiled. She knew that it was what she wanted, but she never wanted to actually say it.

"I know he fights dirty, most likely going to use a knife, so I'll take mine just in-case." I said, looking through my bag for my blade. When I pulled it out, she was in shock.

"Uh, Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"That's a sword. Not a knife."

"Eh.. Short sword, maybe." I chuckled. But as I looked at her, I noticed how beautiful she really was. She was 5'5, Long auburn hair, and very fit. She was an outright knockout. Her and Erin were on their own level of sexy. They topped all of the other girls. Even the ones on T.V.

She got up when I did, and very gently, leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I was in shock for about two seconds, but then, I kissed back. I broke the kiss, and grabbed my blade, trying to act as if it was just a kiss siblings give to one another.

She blushed, but then looked off into space for a second. Then I remembered. 'Shit! The taste of Erin's Cum is still in my mouth! And now it's in hers!' I thought. "So.. You and Erin getting along well?" She asked. She figured it out. "Yeah.. She's really something." I said, trying to pretend I didn't know why she asked that. But then she had a devilish look in her eyes. "Yes, She really is something."

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Once again, please remember that this is all true.



Best Friends Ch. 06



Sandor's hands clasped the cheeks of my ass and lifted me on tiptoes. He flexed his knees , lowered himself and I felt him position the head of his cock at the opening of my cunt. With Arthur, Corey and even Lee I always felt the entry would be easy. But the immenseness of what was there caused a frisson that he would hurt me. It was almost a burning sensation when his cock found its way through my sphincter and continued like a boa constrictor slithering into my hole: in, in, in. I he might bruise my cervix but his mound flattened on mine before it happened. 

He backed me against the wall of the shower stall, his hands lifting under my thighs and said, "Wrap your legs around me Mary." Fucking me with his stallion's cock his bulk massaged my insides. He slammed my back against the wet wall; his bulk excited every nerve ending in my pussy, causing my orgasm to rise. I loved it and realized that I could take any cock, maybe two at the same time—but not two of his. I heard his thrusting grunts through ears that were filled with white noise, ringing and the sound of spraying water. With one more thrust he shouted "Jesus!" I strangled his waist in a death grip with my clutching legs and the spasms took over my body.

They lavished me with soft towels, drying my body until it tingled with the blood that was being brought to the surface of my skin; I felt like a princess attended by men-in- waiting. When I was pink and dry they positioned me on my back in the middle of the king sized bed, walked on their knees to the center, and presented their rigid cocks which loomed over my face. My pussy still tingled with the force of Sandor's cock and I wondered how many times Amanda had been in this position between these two men. 

I had fantasized the same scenario with Corey and Lee but was feeling my way with them, knowing that, eventually, it would be inevitable. But I was a neophyte at sex with more than one partner and still wanted to savor each episode. Here I was with a big cock and a huge one hovering over my face. I did what seemed natural and grasped one in each hand and stroked. Touching the two heads together I thrilled when precum from one or the other stretched a string when they separated.

David's fingers found my clitoris and Sandor's lips, my mouth. The sensations of being kissed and eaten while stroking two cocks sent me to a new level of excitement and I moaned and jerked and wiggled and kissed, wishing I could see a complete visual of myself, wondering if sometime I might do this and have someone...who?...perhaps Arthur videotape it. The thought rippled tingling waves over my skin. I held their cock's against my cheek and took in the heat and energy of these two vibrant men. Moaning from the sensation of lips on lips and tongue on clit I stroked Sandor and went for David's cock with my mouth, titillated with the pleasure of sucking new meat and hearing the gratification a new man's pleasure. David rolled over on his back and, on my belly, I cadged on my elbows to keep him in my mouth. Sandor pulled on my hips and coaxed me to my knees, spread my ass cheeks and licked my energized asshole. I felt his tongue probing, his lips pressing against it, oozing his hot saliva inside and I winced and wriggled with electricity. 

The room was filled with the animal sounds of our pleasure. With one hand flat on the mattress I gobbled David's cock, slobbering and grunting with the excitement and exertion. Sandor lapped the groove of my cunt, tantalizing my clitoris then sliding back to my asshole. His tongue probed the tingling puckers of my hole and rimmed it, grunting with his exertion. And David winced and sighed as my wet mouth sucked and slobbered on his cock. 

With a "pop," David pulled his cock from the vacuum of my suckling lips," then leaned forward to kiss me. At the same moment I felt the huge head of Sandor's shaft opening the portal of my cunt. The sensation of David's lips on mine and the memory of Sandor's bulk fucking me in the shower made me squeal with expectation. He drove his cock deep inside me then fucked me in long and slow strokes, the pressure his massive organ igniting tiny flames on each nerve ending. David laid back on the bed, watching in pleased wonder. "Christ, Sandor," he said, "Mary's cunt looks like an o-ring squeezing your fucking dick." 

Sandor chuckled and said to him, "She's tight as a drum alright, tighter than Amanda." Then, to me, "But you like my cock Mary, don't you?" He knew it because, when he pulled back to slam me, I was pushing back to take his meat harder, squealing like a pig with each thrust. Then he pulled out fast and I knew my pussy was gaping chasm that was sucking air. "Do you want to suck me Mary?" He didn't wait for an answer.

Lying on his side, his head resting in his hand, David's eyes gazed as I opened my mouth to take in Sandor's huge cock. It filled me with more sexual meat than I could ever have imagined. I felt the pulse of his heart through the enormous vein of his erection and the bulk of his organ, when his head touched my soft palette, made me gag. "Jesus, this is great," David whispered as he rolled over and got up on his knees.

His cock slipped inside me easily. But what amazed me were the sensations it brought forth when he filled me. I expected that, because Sandor was so big and had opened me so wide, David's cock would feel insignificant in comparison but, apparently Sandor just stirred up, or ignited nerve endings that lay deeper inside me and, as Sandor filled my mouth and my tongue explored his expanse, David's cock in my pussy drove me into a euphoric state. I felt skewered and suspended like I was turning on some kind of divine spit, the cock in my mouth and the cock in my pussy feeling like one long rod impaling the length of my body.

The two men were a team. David pulled his cock out and went into the bathroom. Sandor laid flat on the bed, his legs hanging over the side. He positioned me straddling him with my knees on the edge of the mattress. I eased my pussy over his cock and impaled myself, the sensations I had felt with David's cock becoming more intense with Sandor's. David came back with a large tube of KY jelly and squeezed it on my asshole. He laid a line of the jelly on the top of his shaft and slathered his cock by sliding his hand through the gel. Then, standing at the edge of the bed between Sandor's legs, he eased the head of his cock into my tight sphincter, held my hips and popped his head inside. As I lay filled with Sandor's bulk, my saucer eyes were widened in expectation and I waited for David to fill my ass with the sausage bulk of his cock.

The sensation was incredible. Sandor's cock filled my cunt, pressing my vaginal wall from the inside, against David's filling cock on the other side. Sliding wildly up and down on Sandor 's cock dame naturally to me while David fucked my ass. It lasted for a long time, each of us seething with excitement, yelping and growling like rutting animals. I felt like I'd been in a grueling yoga session and, as I plunged one last time on the pole in my cunt, David slammed me from behind. All of our cries came as a ragged chorus from hoarse throats. My body shivered and clutched in punching spasms and the heat of David's cum in my ass was a thrill I couldn't have imagined. I knew by the slipperiness of the walls of my pussy which slid easily greasily on Sandor's cock that he had pumped copious gouts inside me, and my asshole felt like the tight walls of a piston chamber, purring like a finely tuned engine with its thrusting pistons.

In David's car I was silent as he drove me back to the coffee shop from the motel. My body had been massaged inside and out and I felt like I was levitating from the seat. "Are you alright Mary," he asked as I opened the door to get out at the stop sign where he had picked me up earlier. 

"Oh, David, I'm much more than alright, I'm so light on my feet that I can't believe it."

"Well, you certainly have something to think about," he said. "Lots of possibilities, huh Mary?"

His car turned the corner and I began the short walk home. My feet never seemed to touch the ground. Possibilities, I thought; cocks. Until recently, in all of my life, I had experienced only one, Arthur's. Now, in a short space of time, there had been five: Arthur's, Corey's, Lee's, David's and Sandor's. When the boys come home for Chirstmas vacation, I thought, there'll be a lot of cocks available for this prim lady's cunt. The word "gangbang" came into my mind and I wondered how I could get Arthur involved.

As I neared my house I saw my daughter Madison walk out the front door and get into her car. She backed out of the driveway and drove slowly past me, smiled and waved and accelerated. Christmas, I thought, something to look forward to. Then I realized; Madison will celebrate her eighteenth birthday on December 2.



Best Friends Ch. 07



Please remember that this story is completely true. Oh, and those wondering why it's been so long, I've been a bit swamped. Sorry for the wait. My next chapter should be a bit longer than this. 

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Yeah. Right. I wasn't too sure about that look, but I didn't have time to wonder. I drove over to John's house, pulled into the driveway, and got out of my truck. I was going to end this fucker's life, or atleast put him in the hospital if he tried anything on me. No one is allowed to hit any woman in my life. I was pissed enough as it was, and I wasn't going to hesitate if he tried to attack me.

I knocked on the door a few times, and after no answer, I kicked it down. John was on the couch, and immediately got up. He was doing coke. This guy is really fucked up.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He yelled at me as if he didn't know.

"I'm here to get Allie's stuff."

"What the fuck? Why did that bitch send you here to get her stuff?"

"She didn't send me here. I came here on my own, for one. For two, you'd better not call my sister a bitch again."

"And what are you going to do about it? Look, kid, I'm older than you, I own a gun, and I'm also stronger than you. That bitch's shit is staying right where it is." And he threw the first punch. You know how rage gives you super strength? Well, I was fired up as it is, and he just called my sister a bitch. Twice.

I caught his fist in my hand with almost no effort. He started to get that 'I'm fucked' look in his eyes, but he continued his assult. After dodging all of his punches and kicks, I pulled out my blade from my side and held it to his throat. I wasn't too pleased with his attitude. And I definitely didn't have time to mess around with him.

"Now, you have two options. Option A is you either get up and walk out that door and don't come back until tomorrow."

"And option B?"

"I make you."

Now, I admit, I got those lines from The Rundown, but I still used them. They came in handy a lot. He slowly got up and walked out of the house, got in his car, and drove off. I packed as much of Allie's stuff as I could into my truck and left. I'd get the rest later.

When I got home Allie was at the front door. She smiled and ran over to hug me. Her breasts pushed up against my chest and she kissed me hard on the cheek, then on my lips.

"I got as much stuff as I could. John won't bother you anymore. He knows what'll happen if he does." I said, hugging her tightly.

"Thanks Michael. I love you." She said, then hugged me back, nuzzling her head into my chest. I gently rubbed her back and said "Well I'd better get you inside and cook you and Erin some dinner."

She didn't have time to say anything. I picked her up in my arms and carried her inside. Erin was still on the couch. She was probably really sleeping this time. I cooked dinner, and Erin got up to eat something and then went to her room and slept. Allie also went to bed. They both had a long day.

I washed the dishes and went to bed myself. The cabin had 4 bedrooms, so we all had our own room. Sometime around Midnight I woke up to hear the doorknob squeak. It always had that squeak. The door opened slowly and I saw a figure at the door. 

"Michael?" It was Erin. I only lifted the covers and she closed the door and walked over to get in. She got into the spooning position and gently nestled her head on my arm. She was asleep quick. 

A few minutes after she got in bed, the doorknob squeaked again. It was Allie this time. "Michael? You awake?" She said quietly

"Yeah. Erin is in here with me but c'mon in." I said, just as quiet.

She closed the door and got in on the same side Erin was on. Erin woke up just enough to register Allie was there, so she lifted her arm and the covers to let her in. You can imagine how I felt. Three people, all spooning. One of them I'm in love with, the other my sister.

I put my arm around both of them. Allie took my hand and put it against her face. At the same time Erin took my other hand and slowly put it down her panties, and started to fuck my fingers! This was insane.

Let me try to explain what I was saying to myself in my head.. 'My Cock is between Erin's ass cheeks, and she is slowly riding my hand, which is down her panties, while Erin is spooning my sister, which had my other hand on her face, which she is putting it down to her breast and my hand automatically is starting to squeeze them. Wait, what?'

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Best Friends Ch. 08



This is all true. This all happened. So, please, stop referring to Erin, Allie, and I as 'characters' And no, if you think we will make this any different than it was, then I'm sorry, you're wrong. (Slight spoiler in there)

I know my chapters are short, but it's short for a reason. Just to inspire people. Once I'm done, I will merge all the chapters into one story. Though, if there is a sequel, then it will either be short and sweet, or we will throw some made-up stuff in there. (Spoiler in there)

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You can pretty much see my problem. Well, problems. in my mind, I was cursing at my cock because I had a hard on for both Erin AND my sister. For Erin, that's ok. For my sister, not so much. She's my little sister dammit, I'm supposed to be protecting her, not feeling her up!

But my cock had a different view on things. I stayed hard, fucking Erin with my finger a feeling my sister's tits with my other hand. My cock didn't have a care in the world right now other than to want a hot, wet pussy around it. But that was for later.

It didn't take long for Erin to climax, seeing as she stuck two fingers in her and was almost bouncing up and down on them. I suspect that Allie was fingering herself because she too was almost bouncing up and down, while my hand squeezed her breast. The bed was shaking, and I was the only one that was thinking about the other people in the bed at that moment.

When Erin climaxed, she put my hand on her stomach and nudged up against my hard-on. I gently squeezed her to me and she was asleep within seconds. Then Allie climaxed. She didn't bother moving my hand. She was asleep, too.

I tried my best to sleep, but I simply couldn't. It was just too damn hard. But I forced myself asleep. I'm not too sure how I came across that skill, but I could force myself to sleep if I wanted to. Strange, eh?

When I woke up, Erin was on one side of me, Allie was on the other. It was what you would expect in a porn movie. Almost. My arms were around their shoulders, and they were nuzzled up against me, each of their faces buried into my chest. And of course, with every new morning, came a new hard on.

I looked at both of them. They looked so peaceful when they slept. But then I noticed something. Neither of them had a bra on. They both had panties on, but no bra, or shirt. Allie woke up first.

She looked up at me with sleepy eyes and smiled. I couldn't help but smile too. She leaned up and gave me a wet kiss on the lips and said "Thank you." She didn't bother to put her bra on. She slowly got up out of bed and walked out of the room, swaying her hips a bit too much.

Then Erin woke up. She also leaned up and gave me a wet kiss, got out of bed, and left. Also swaying her hips. Today was going to be an odd day, I suspected.

About half an hour later I got out of bed, took a shower (and dealt with this annoying thing swinging between my legs), and got dressed. I got out to the living room and saw Erin and Allie talking. Probably about last night, no doubt. I had to play it cool.

I walked in there with a slight smile on my face, like I do every morning. "Hey. Whatcha girls talking about? No. Wait. Lemme guess." They both looked at each other then at me. 'play it cool, Mike' Whoa. Did my cock just talk to me? I swear, that didn't come from my head. My head's voice sounds way different. But enough about my insaneness.

"Brad Pitt." I said with a big grin.

"Why would we be talking about Brad Pitt? He looks like William Shatner compared to you." Erin said, also with a big grin.

"Well she's right. Brad Pitt is old news, anyways." Allie never did have a Brad Pitt poster in her old room like you'd expect in a teenager..

"Hmm. Sometimes I wonder about you two. Always talking behind my back, giggling, blushing, and all that other stuff. Are you two conspiring against me, by any chance?"

"Noooooo," Allie said it with a big grin on her face. I knew that look. She was either lying, or she was trying to get me to probe. I didn't want to risk anything so I simply walked to the kitchen for some coffee.

At 12 Me and Allie left to get my parent's boat. Erin stayed behind. I finally had a chance to talk to her about last night. I was going to use it, too.

"So, did you get a good night's rest?" I asked, starting slow.

"Yeah. Thanks, by the way."

"No problem. You and Erin both slept in my bed quite a lot when we were kids, didn't you?"

She blushed. "Yeah, I guess we did."

"Allie, you know where I'm going with this."

"Michael.. I just needed to feel someone that loved me. What's wrong with that?"

"Uhh. The fact that we're brother and sister?"

"Michael.. If two people love each other, then why can't they share that love in every way? That's like saying Asian people can't love white people. It's just not right to say it."

I was starting to understand.

"Siblings have the closest bond. They know each other their whole lives. They know how to make the other happy. They look out for each other. Who says love has to stop at family?"

I understood completely now, But I wanted to throw a curve ball at her.

"God?"

"Fuck God. If he can't understand that two people love each other, then he isn't all that great to begin with."

I stopped the truck at the red light in front of us. I waited a few seconds, then I turned to her and kissed her. She was right. 'And who says I have to only love one person?' I thought silently to myself.

"Also, who says you can only love one person?" Whoa. She was a mind reader.

"Allie.. What if Erin doesn't understand?"

"She understands."

"That's what you were talking about, weren't you?"

"Yup. She agrees with me. And now so do you. Wait.. What if mom and dad find out?"

She asked, suddenly doubting her logic. I wasn't going to let that happen.

"They can either accept us or leave our lives forever, and that's only if they find out. I make enough to support up to five people right now as it is. We don't need their help." And with that, I kissed her again.

We got the boat and returned, with Erin sitting on the front porch waiting for us. We were all on the same page. But this was only the beginning of a very, very, very long week. Before I could get out of the truck to unload the boat, my cellphone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey there bud. Your mom and I are heading down to the cabin. We were wondering if you and Erin wanted to come along. If you can, try to get Allie to take a break and come, too. It'll be just like old times."

"Uh.. Yeah. Ok Dad."

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Told you it would cum soon.