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My Best Friend
I don't know what's on her mind, but for me this
is a voyage of discovery. She just agreed a
short time ago to come play with us, although we
were once best friends. I can hardly believe
Tommy found her. Susie. My best friend of all
times, and one for whom I’d searched for a long
time.
When she walks in the door, I am beside myself
with joy! Tears come to my eyes, and we grab
each other and hold on as if we’re going to
never let go. Laughing, crying, giggling. We
lean back and look at each other’s faces
searching for the girls we were and finding
instead the grown women we are. But it’s still
the faces of youth we see and the hearts and
minds in which we delight.
I’m terrified that this little fun will put a
barrier between us. But surely not! Susie was
the only person who knew me well. I’ve explained
that Tommy and I have agreed to OTN (out of the
normal) experiences – in other words, sexual
adventures, especially those involving others,
only in the presence of each other and with each
other’s consent. So Tommy is there only at our
invitation and will not participate until and
unless we invite him.
I ask if it’s okay that he be there and she
seems a little unsure. I assure her that he will
be quiet and unobtrusive, but that his presence
is a requisite thing. This seems to reassure
Susie.
The thought of us together has been exciting me
since I let it. So we're here. Tommy is sitting
quietly nearby. I think he's trying to be
unobtrusive, but I can feel his eyes as a
palpable thing. My pulse begins to race. I want
to go slow, I want to know, to savor.
She stands before me, and our hands reach for
each other's arms. Beneath my fingers, her skin
is like steel covered in silk. The firm texture
is so rich. We lean to kiss. It's a small thing,
to start, closed lips, then building to a little
nibble, and a little more. Tongues insinuate
themselves between lips. Hers is like honey,
sweet and soft. Her breath is hot on my cheek.
Our breathing accelerates. I kiss across her
cheek and down her neck. My hands begin a
roaming, a testing of the ground that lies
beneath her clothing. So sweet. I pull her to
me. It's a totally new sensation. The flare of
hip, the curve of thigh, all so different. And
the soft pillows of her breasts, tipped in
excited hardness dig into mine, that sensitive
flesh registering every contour.
Her hands slide up under my shirt, palms flat
and teasing my nipples. My hands cup her
smallness – a firmness I don't recall resides
there. Now the voices are beginning to sing.
Hers and mine voluntarily sigh from the sweet
sensation that resides in touch. We step apart
and shed our tops. From a little distance, our
fingers trace lazy trails around the breasts,
neck, and tease at nipples which stand out
begging attention. Not to interrupt this
tantalizing activity, we bend to lean into a
kiss. This time, the lips are open from the
start and the tongues play almost before our
lips meet.
Mirroring the moves of the other, our hands
slide around waists and pull our naked torsos
into contact. Burying a nipple against her
softness is like immersing them in hot water,
every current of movement is an exquisite
sensation. The electric connection is made and
each movement sends a charge of pleasure into my
clit. My hips surge at her body to be met by
hers. She must be experiencing the same
excitement.
Our hands insinuate themselves under clothes
covering the wanting parts. Her buttocks are
warm, and firm and flat. We pull each one to the
other with handfuls of this flesh. The proximity
to that wanting center drives my senses wild.
There can be no separation now, we tug at
fastenings and slide the offending cloth away
from the sweet skin they cover. Our mons, slick
and bare, slip against each other. This new
sensation drags wanting gasps from our throats.
It is so very different. Our bodies shift and
strong thighs part legs, slipping between. Ah, a
rubbing spot! Hips begin a gentle pulse against
that convenience. Her wetness dampens my skin.
The air touching it makes its coolness hot like
a fire in the awareness of its source.
Hands shift again, this time parting the sweet
lips that have driven this meeting. Slowly over
that nub of her excitement my fingers pass,
pausing only a moment to note the differences
and the sameness. She is hard under that hood.
Her lips are swelling and becoming hotter. My
hand moves to the source of her wetness as hers
finds mine. One finger slips over that skin so
fine textured that it is like glass in this wet
state. And then it slides into her. God! She's
so hot. This feels so sweet. I reach for that
spot, another finger joins the first. We are
swaying with light-headedness, breath fast and
furious.
As we move apart to settle on the bed, I see
Tommy, his eyes alight, a flush spread up his
throat and his maleness released and rampant. It
makes me smile quietly and laugh in joy inside.
He is enjoying the spectacle.
We gather each other anew and continue the
explorations. My fingers can massage that lovely
spot. It feels just as good to her as to me. I'm
almost distracted as she finds mine and begins
to drive my passions forward. Oh! God! It feels
so good. We match strokes for a bit, and then
slip over the edge into sweet oblivion, hips
pulsing in time, pussy walls contracting,
milking fingers like a cock. We stroke each
other ever more gently, letting the intensity
subside, the contractions lessen and, finally,
cease.
With that orgasm taking the edginess from our
bodies, we are free to explore. I bend to taste
her nipples – foreign and familiar. I find that
little spot on the flat face of them that, one
with finger, one with tongue, drives her back to
arch into me and the moans begin anew. Her hands
furious with wanting dart here and there finally
pulling me around to her mouth and placing mine
at her waiting cunt.
On our sides, a leg cocked, heads pillowed on
thighs, our tongues reach to taste. Another
virgin barrier falls, and minds begin that
concentrated journey up the ladder of pleasure.
My tongue teases her lips. I taste another woman
for the first time. Like and unlike my own. A
slow, dragging tongue slides down her slit. Her
upper leg pulls back further and she pushes her
hips at my face. It is not conscious, just
wanting. My hips are seeking the same; mimicking
her motion. Hardening my tongue a little with
each pass, her lips part a little more each
time. The slick flesh puffy, and slippery – wet
from her and wet from my tongue. Such sweetness.
Finally, at the top of a stroke, my tongue finds
her clit, and fingers gently probe her. I lift
the hood with the tip of my tongue to find the
hardness waiting. And her tongue finds mine.
Again the bolts of pleasure course through me.
The sandpaper tongue sends a ripple of sensation
ripping through me, each little peak and valley
of the tongue seeming to inject another pleasure
jolt on top of the one before. Fingers find the
g-spot and now there are competing intensities.
I can hold no longer, sucking her clit into my
mouth, my tongue passes furiously over it
seeking my own release – harder, faster,
breathing stopped to focus, every muscle tense
in the seconds before the blackness and the
stars. Then the crashing, shuddering release.
Omigod, omigod.
As our breath settles, we smile at each other. I
raise my eyebrows and glance at Tommy, asking
her if he may join us. Susie hesitates, and
then, grinning an oh-what-the-hell grin, looks
at him and says, “Come on,” beckoning him to
join us. He looks at me for permission, and I
grin and nod, letting him know I’d like it, too.
My eyes close in relief. I really want him now.
When my eyes open, the object of my desire is
poised, seeking its own release, selecting from
a smorgasbord of tits and pussy and mouth. When
did he strip? I can smell his familiar scent and
it intoxicates me further. The bed dips under
his weight as he joins the happy tangle. A hand
on different breasts, touching, learning – the
familiar and the new. We move and assault his
cock with tongues from each, running the length
of him. And the sweet taste of him mixes with
hers on my tongue. Now he begins his ride up the
precipice. He is under massive assault and in
danger of being licked to death or at least to a
thundering release of his passions.
Our tongues play with each other across the head
of his cock. His hands are busy, sometimes
absently when intensity begins to dim his
thought, pulling and tweaking at nipples – so
different, so much the same. Her breasts small
and compact, firm with her ballerina body, mine
fluffy pillows of womanhood. His hands and
fingers pull and knead, making of these little
nobs rheostats measuring his rise and fall
toward orgasm. Sometimes we pause in our play
with him to kiss and fondle one another.
Finally we arrange ourselves so his hands may
find our sopping centers while we kiss him and
suck him and play with his balls with white hot
mouths. We take turns slipping his cock into our
throats as deeply as we might, each with a
little different feel, a little different style
and each trip down a throat rips from him a
groan and a thrust. One hand on each pussy,
fingers pumping and slipping in our wetness, he
begins to drive us onward, onward. We cry and
moan with him, our hips surge as his do. There
is a surfeit of passion exploding in the room
when I fall over the edge of yet another wave of
ecstacy and she follows me. My darling is left
seeking release his hips driving into
nothingness as we trail our kisses away from his
need, over his balls, and across the tender skin
at inside tops of thighs and juncture of abdomen
and leg.
Unceasing moans from him tell us of his
exceptional desire for release. He is beginning
to pull us toward him, his hands first on ankle,
on thigh, pulling at waist. Softly in his moans
I hear, “Now. Now. Oh, now.” And his abdomen
tenses as he pulls himself up and begins his
quest for a place.
As if by agreement, we kneel with our backs to
him, and then present our cunts to his desire –
slim and graceful, full and voluptuary, both
red, swollen and glistening with the moisture of
shared lust. He sinks his maleness first into
me, stroking, once, twice, and again. Then he
pulls back, softly asking Susie, “May I?, and as
her wiggling ass assents begins to assault her,
again plunging himself in long, hard strokes. I
kiss her for her generosity. I love them both
so!
His hand holds one hip to steady himself, the
other hand plays cock to the empty pussy before
him. Our hands stroke each other’s clits making
it uncertain whether to push back on his hand or
cock or thrust forward on the deliciousness at
the front. Head back, eyes aglow, he makes the
journies between the two twice and the last
assault rips him from his savoring of this
delight, plunging him into a yelling, groaning
ejaculation, his thrusts calling from him a new
call with each stroke. Hard still he plunges
into the other to milk his seed and sate his
desire. Our voices mix with his as he drives us
once again to clenching, writhing spasms of
delight.
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
Again we are bludgeoned into a sweet, delighted
torpor. We pet and stroke as we rest, trailing
tickling fingers across yet-sensitive skin,
shuddering with release. Our breaths slow,
hammering hearts return to peaceful pace and we
recover.
Smoldering eyes and smiles seem to lie
everywhere in this tangle of flesh and limbs. My
love seems buried in female flesh and watches
with fondness to see what will next occur.
Smiling, first at him, then at her, I reach into
the toy drawer and bring forth the new toy from
Tommy. I smile recalling our chats and
lascivious maunderings about this toy.
Why did I cavil? Probably because I was thinking
of things differently than the way Tommy
presented it. He knows me so well. It's almost
scary; we haven't been together that long and he
can almost read my mind; certainly reads my
motivations.
Pulling this contraption from the drawer, I see
a frown of puzzlement flicker over her face,
soon replaced by a dawning of comprehension. She
snatches the toy and quickly adjusts it to fit.
Tommy moves to a sitting position on the bed ––
he will observe closely how this interlude
progresses.
She looks so strange; her soft, small breasts on
her chest and a huge rampant cock at her crotch.
She has a look of power about her that sends
thrills thundering through me. He was right.
I'll tell him so, but not right now.
We begin the buildup once again. The sweet
touches and kisses. Tongues fencing and tasting
and all the while this rampant intruder reminds
us both of where this is going. Each thought
passing through my head drives me further into
extreme excitement, my heart hammers, my breath
is short, wetness glistens on the tops of my
thighs.
Hands on my shoulders push me into position. She
parts my thighs wide and settles this stranger,
this intruder at the entrance. She begins to
enter and retreat, each stroke a little deeper.
A monster cock that pushes, pulls and stretches.
She watches with fascination –– the path
traveled and the wet coating it draws from me
that catches light on its slickness –– her eyes
follow the cock as it slowly disappears inside
and reappears. I gasp as it reaches my depths
and fills me, pulling at the skin despite the
slipperiness it draws from me. The tightening
skin is stroking my clit with each traverse,
pushing me to the heights again.
My hands are on her breasts, tweaking and
rolling, then drawing a nail across the
sensitive tip of her nipple. She moans and
thrusts her chest at me, her hips following and
the pace quickening. She has not noticed Tommy
has moved to join us.
As she slips to rest her hands and balance her
hips for thrusting into me, her own pussy
presents to him. I see the excitement in his
eyes as he takes in this sight, her own wetness
slicking her bare, puffed cunt. Susie sees it
too, and, pausing in her efforts, asks, “What
are you waiting for, Tommy?” He quickly settles
himself and drives home into her in a single
stroke, his force driving her cock into me to
the hilt, her bones beating against mine before
she pulls back to seek his retreating hardness.
Again, again, again and with a needful fury he
drives into her/me until we three are gasping
and moaning, a choir of wanting.
I fall into my oblivion, crying out his/her
names, hips raised to accept her/him, pounding
back at their cocks, my stomach tense as the
pleasure waves roll through me, cunny clenching
against the invader, my body's juices soaking
me, mixing with hers as she begins her own ride
on the pleasure waves, followed shortly by his
gasping, grunting release as he seeks to drive
himself into us both.
As the intensity fades, and the shuddering
spasms relent, we slip into a delightful pile. I
am amazed at the textures and temperatures of
the skins that press mine. So sweet the air that
passes heated from their mouths, so tender the
kisses we all share, so complete the playlet we
have had, that our bodies seeking rest slide
into the little death of sleep. Fingers trail
over cooling skin, and slow to rest quiescent
against a tender spot. Such sweetness.
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