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Intimate Friends [f/f]
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The following contains SEX! Don't read if you don't like!
Intimate Friends
She was tired, but not dead tired. Steve lay on his back
in her bed, bead of post-come hanging from the tip of his wilted
cock. It had happened almost by accident, it certainly wasn't planned:
Steve back from a buying trip to Portland;
Roberta, up from LA and staying in the living room; Steve
sharing some of the rich, green score with both of them. Of course,
all of them being friends, and Steve having fucked both of them before,
had something to do with it.
Roberta lay next to Steve, her dark hair fanned out against
his pale chest. She wasn't asleep, just resting between the waves of
orgasm. Denise watched her and Steve. Usually possessive and fairly
demanding in bed, she'd surprised herself
by not only enjoying their little informal three way, but also
allowing her friend to fuck her ex-lover in front of her.
Piss called, so Denise broke off the view and staggered to
the bathroom. Steve's stuff was good, the world still gently rocked from
side to side as she made her way down the hall. Fumble, fumble, and the
bulb over the sink blinded herwith glare. Blink, blink. Eventually the
glare dissolved into familiar bathroom'sporcelain and tile.
The seat was cold, but reassuring. She hadn't expected to fuck Steve,
and certainly not with Roberta as well. But it had happened.
Remembering it, she found the cool bathroom getting warmer. It had
started innocently enough, passing the pipe of good green, talking of
each other, of What's Going On With You? Eventually, it had gotten
around to how Steve had gotten then both intobed. And suddenly
Roberta's top was off, her lovely tan and conical breasts out
and Steve was sucking one of her nipples. After a few fumblings
he'd managed to both get Roberta's tight jeans off and free his impressive
cock. Denise hadn't intended that evening to suck his cock
(gorgeous at it was), but seeing her friendget some of what she'd been
missing lately . . . well, before she knew it, she'djoined them on the
couch and began kissing, then sucking fiercely, the head of
Steve's cock.
Images of the last few minutes rolled through her head as she
started to piss, the sound making an interesting backdrop: Roberta shoving
her beautiful breasts into Steve's face as she eased herself onto his steel-hard
cock (and did Denise really help guide her ex-lover's slick and throbbing cock
into her best friend's pussy?). Steve's tongue lapping at her cunt and clit as
Roberta swallowedhis cock. Steve's come in her mouth as he sucked and
swallowed Roberta's cunt juice. They'd eventually made their way back to
Denise's bed and fucked and sucked themselves into an exhausted coma.
Denise could still taste the salty bitterness of Steve's come in her mouth.
Absently, remembering the last few hot minutes in her king-size bed
looking down at Roberta's beautiful face, watching her smile in prefect
bliss as Steve fucked her hard and fast), she found herself fingering her pussy.
Her clit was still slick and hard, and her juices mixed with her piss. The feeling
was good and dirty, the nastiness of it made her heart pound and her eyes swim.
Her nipples started to ache, so he started tugging on them, rubbing and rolling
them with her spare hand.
She was bring watched. Stopping long enough to look up, she saw Roberta
in the doorway, hand on her own pussy, fingers up deep inside her. Locking
eyes, Roberta smiled wickedly and pulled her hand out of her lovely
snatch and offered her juice to Denise.
Denise had never tasted another woman before, but she knew what she
wanted. The taste was sweet, like her own juice, but maybe a little more acidic.
She found herself sucking and licking the juice off her best friend's fingers, while
she rubbed her cunt on the toilet.
Roberta's eyes grew nasty again and stepped towards Denise. Careful of the
slippery bathroom tile and her own stoned lack of balance, Roberta put one foot
on the toilet tank behind Denise and tilted her hips towards her.
Denise eyed her pussy. The lips were red and enlarged, shining with
Roberta's cunt juice. Denise watched, feverishly rubbing her clit while plunging
three fingers into her hot, wet cunt, hypnotized by her own impending orgasm, as
Roberta calmly spread her cunt lips. Her clit was large, though almost hidden in
the flowery folds of her wet and open cunt--about the size of a pearl. As Denise
fingered herself and watched, Roberta started to rub her own clit, slowly
circling, it, rubbing it. As it grew fatter and harder Roberta started stroking it
like a little cock, taking some of her juice from her cunt to lubricate it. Moaning
deeper and gruffer, Roberta leaned farther forward.
Suddenly Roberta's fat clit was in Denise's mouth. The acidic tingle of her
friend's juice filled her mouth. Shutting her eyes to leave her with nothing but the
feel of the clit and taste of cunt in her mouth, Denise pushed her face deep into
the warm, wet cunt, and started moaning softly. She could feel the start of
Roberta's mons on the bridge of her nose and, looking up, the rise of her breasts.
Keeping one hand working on her own cunt, rubbing her own hot clit, Denise put
a hand between Roberta's legs, slick with her free-flowing cunt juice and pulled
her even closer. Somewhere above her, she heard Roberta laugh, then sigh, then
moan.
Her clit was on fire, her hand slick, hot and went from her cunt, and her
face was buried in Roberta's fiery snatch. Her friend's clit was a fat bead in her
mouth; she sucked it, teasing it with her tongue.
All she could see was wet cunt, all she could taste was wet cunt, she
masturbated herself while sucking on Roberta's wet cunt. Her orgasm came
roaring out of her own pussy, and she felt her snatch bear down, once twice,
three times, four, on her fingers, as Roberta put her hands on the back of her
head and shoved her face forward. Above her, Roberta screamed in orgasm, her
clit jumping in Denise's mouth.
They lay together a long time, Denise still on the toilet, her best friend, and
now lover, sitting on her lap, face buried between her breasts.
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