by Bree Dixon
“Oooh,” Cat didn’t mean to moan, didn’t necessarily want to either, but she couldn’t help it. Daphne went faster, making sure to stroke all the way to the base of her shaft and then up to the tip of the head.
“Uuuhhh!” Cat was growing louder. “Daphne...don’t.”
“Why not?” Daphne asked, smiling. “Are you going to cum?”
“Daphne!” Cat was starting to squirm, her eyes closed and her breath grew heavy, but she didn’t try to stop her.
“It’s okay,” Daphne told her. “Just relax. I want you to cum.”
“But,” Cat couldn’t muster enough breath to speak in whole sentences. “What if...I...don’t…”
“You don’t want to cum?” Daphne asked with a wolfish grin. “I don’t believe you. It’s okay, Cat. Cum for me.” Cat stopped fighting it. She slouched down further into the couch, her head pressing into the cushions, her eyes shut and her breaths short and steady. It did feel good. It felt really good. It felt naughty, forbidden. Daphne was her best friend. This isn’t something that friends did, but Cat couldn’t bring herself to argue the point.
“Do you…” Cat began.
“Ssshhh, don’t talk,” Daphne shushed her. “Just enjoy it.” Cat was enjoying it, and she wasn’t trying to stop, but it made her want more. If she was going to go with it, to let this happen, she wanted to go all the way.
“Uh, god,” Cat moaned. Daphne smiled wide and bit her lip.
Then Daphne’s phone rang, buzzing on the coffee table, startling them both. Daphne looked at the screen and suddenly her entire demeanor went cold, all the giddiness sucked right out of it. Cat couldn’t see the phone but she could tell by Daphne’s reaction that it was Pete. Suddenly everything felt weird. Awkward. Wrong.
“Hey babe,” Daphne answered, trying to sound as normal as possible. Cat lied there, her cock hard and missing Daphne’s touch, a morsel of precum shining at the tip.
“Nothing, Cat and I are just watching TV,” she said. Cat watched Daphne as she spoke, as she lied. Daphne’s eyes kept focusing on her cock, then she would look away quickly as if in shame.
“Are you serious?” she asked, rhetorically, her tone suddenly frustrated. She rested her head on her free hand as she spoke, visibly upset. Cat reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Peter, you’re always...what about me?” Daphne tried to stealthily wipe away a forming tear but Cat saw it. Cat couldn’t make out what he was saying, but she could hear Pete’s voice getting louder and more intense.
“You know what, Pete,” Daphne cut him off. “Maybe Todd can suck your dick.” With that she pulled the phone from her face and hung up, Pete still talking as she did so. Daphne slammed the phone on the table and put her face in both of her hands.
“Oh, honey,” Cat rubbed her shoulder, trying to console her, all the while aware that her cock was still exposed, hanging like an elephant in the room. Cat thought that Daphne was crying, but when she finally lifted her head from her hands, her face was bone dry.
“Fuck it,” Daphne said. “Fuck him.”
“Daphne…” Cat said.
“No, I mean it,” Daphne said. “He takes advantage of me. He doesn’t care. You said yourself that I deserve more.”
“And I meant it,” Cat told her. She leaned forward to pull her pants up. Her friend was hurt, in need. That was more important than getting a handjob.
“No,” Daphne reached out and placed a hand on Cat’s arm. “Leave’em.”
“Daphne, you don’t have to-” Cat started to speak but Daphne held a hand up, silencing her.
“I said I wanted to fuck around with someone who actually cares about me,” she said. “You care about me, Cat.”
“More than anything,” Cat told her.
“So I know you’ll appreciate this.” Daphne grabbed Cat’s cock by the base. It had gone slightly soft but began stiffening up the moment Cat felt Daphne’s touch. Daphne shifted slightly, her body turning towards Cat, then lowered down and took Cat’s cock in her mouth.
“Oh god!” Cat gasped, letting out a blast of air that she didn’t know she had inside her. Daphne’s mouth was warm and wet and Cat was already slightly edging from before. Despite her girth and length, Daphne was able to take in a surprising amount of Cat’s prick, her hand gripping and stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. She twisted her head as she bobbed up and down, her lips massaging the shaft, her tongue lashing wildly against the head.
“Oh my god, Daphne,” Cat moaned. “That feels so fucking good.” Unsure of what to do with her hands but unable to lie still, Cat pulled up her sweater and her bra along with it, exposing her tits, grabbing and squeezing and kneading them. Daphne moved her free hand up Cat’s stomach, making her shiver slightly as she slid over a ticklish zone, and cupped one of Cat’s tits. Daphne moaned as she sucked, sending small vibrations through the soft, warm flesh of Cat’s cock, bringing her closer to the edge.
“Uuuhhhh fuck!” Cat screamed, wiggling and trying to keep her body on the couch. “Oh god! Oh fuck!” Daphne took Cat in so deep that her cock smashed against the back of Daphne’s throat and Daphne gagged, pulling away, a line of spit connecting her lips to Cat’s bulging member. She gave Cat full strokes, sliding her hand the entire length of her cock.
“FUCK!” Cat screamed, a thick line of hot white cum shooting up the length of her body and splashing onto her tits. Daphne quickly wrapped her lips around Cat’s exploding cock, feeling warm, powerful splashes of spunk nail the back of her throat, splashing onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Cat trembled with pleasure. She grabbed a couch cushion and pressed it over her face so that she could scream into it.
“Mmmmmmm!” came her muffled cry. Not removing her lips from Cat’s cock, Daphne reached up and yanked the pillow away, wanting to hear everything that came out of Cat’s mouth.
“Oh god, Daphne!” she screamed. “Suck the cum from my cock!” Daphne did just that as more and more of Cat’s sticky load dripped down her esophagus and into her belly. Daphne sucked hard long after Cat was dry, determined not to miss a drop of her juices.
“Oh my god,” Daphne gasped after she came up for air.
“That was fucking incredible,” Cat said.
“Fuck Pete,” Daphne said with a wicked giggle.
“Fuck me,” Cat said. Daphne smiled and leaned towards Cat’s chest, dragging her tongue up between Cat’s tits and licking up the remaining cum. She made her way to Cat’s nipple, sucking softly, causing Cat to writhe in pleasure.
“Let me fuck you,” Cat pleaded. Daphne didn’t respond, only moved up to Cat’s lips and kissed her, her tongue exploring the inside of Cat’s mouth. As they embraced, Daphne tore her pants open, pulling away from Cat just long enough to yank them down. Her panties were next and she playfully tossed them across the room, where they draped across the television.
“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Cat asked. Daphne smiled and shook her head as she lifted a leg over Cat’s midsection. She rested on her knees, the head of Cat’s cock kissing the lips of her pussy.
“Are you still hard enough?” Daphne asked.
“It’s going to be a while before I lose this hard-on,” Cat said. Daphne smiled with pride. “This might hurt."
“Bring it,” Daphne said, lowering down, her slick pussy sliding around Cat’s member. Cat was right, it did hurt, a lot. It was like having her virginity taken all over again, but along with the pain came all the excitement.
“Oooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck!” Daphne let loose a long, drawn out cry of pleasure.
“You okay?” Cat asked.
“Shut up and fuck me!” Daphne screamed, planting her hands on Cat’s tits and holding on for dear life. Cat grabbed Daphne by the waist and thrust up into her.
“Ah! Fuck!” Daphne screamed. “Don’t stop!” she yelled as soon as she sensed Cat’s hesitation. Cat bounced her ass up and down on the couch, slamming in and out Daphne’s poor, suffering pussy.
“Oh f
uck me! Fuck me with that big, hard cock!” Daphne ordered her. She was never this vocal with Pete because Pete had never fucked her like this. “Am I tight?” she asked, lust dripping from her voice. “Is my pussy tight?”
“So fucking tight,” Cat grunted, trying to focus on the task at hand. She could already feel the hints of another climax building up inside of her gut. She hadn’t fucked something as tight and enthusiastic as Daphne in a long time.
“Make me cum!” Daphne screamed. “Make me cum all over your big, purple cock!” Cat wanted to. Cat was going to. She slammed into Daphne again and again, her lower back starting to ache from the intensity of her movements. She didn’t care. She was willing to walk funny for the rest of her life just for this moment, just to cum deep inside Daphne.
“Oh fuck! Oh my fuck!” Daphne reached out and wrapped her fingers around the arm of the couch, her legs trembling violently. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming so fucking hard!” Cat could feel it, the warmth, the increased tightness around her cock.
“It feels so fucking gooooooooood!” Daphne screamed, her body convulsing.
“I’m gonna cum,” Cat muttered, barely a whisper.
“What?!” Daphne shouted.
“I’m gonna cum,” Cat said again. “I’m gonna fucking cum!” She pressed against Daphne so hard that she lifted them both in the air, then she exploded, her cock throbbing powerfully in Daphne’s cunt, sending a flood of hot cum deep inside of her.
“Oh jesus fuck!” Cat moaned. “Oh god Daphne!”
“Yeah baby!” Daphne screamed, laughing. “That’s it, Cat, baby. Cum for me!” More thick fluid flowed from the tip of her cock, flooding up into Daphne’s canal and sliding back down. Cat collapsed, still holding onto Daphne, her cock still oozing the remains of her reservoir.
“Oh my god,” Daphne cried, exhausted, tears of joy in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed Cat on the lips, not passionately but not innocent. A tender, loving kiss. She rested her forehead against Cat’s and they both laughed, feeling each other, winding down as Cat went soft inside of Daphne.
“I fucking love you,” Daphne said.
“Pete’s no good for you,” Cat told her.
“Pete’s fucking gone,” Daphne said, smiling. “And you’re staying the night.”
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Erin & Julie
The bedroom door flung up with lightning speed and hit the wall with a painful cracking noise, a noise that signified that they wouldn’t be getting their security deposit back when they moved out. That didn’t matter. At that moment, all that mattered was jumping into bed and getting the deed done before it was too late. It took all the strength she had to pull away from him, but Erin disengaged from Ben’s lips long enough to rip her pants open and drop them to her feet. She was in such a hurry that she sat down on the bed as she tore her panties off and got them awkwardly caught on her knees.
“Come on, you fuckers,” she said under her breath. Ben kicked his shoes off while simultaneously pulling his shirt up.
“No, babe, fuck it,” Erin said. “Leave the shirt on. Pants pants pants.” She pointed to his legs as she spoke, just in case he had forgotten what pants were. By the time his jeans were around his ankles, she had already scooted back up on the bed and was waiting, spread eagle. They had been in such a rush once they got out of the car that they didn’t bother to turn the heater on and the night air was chilly on the lips of her exposed snatch. She was warm on the inside, though. Deep inside she was warm, wet, and waiting. She hadn’t been properly fucked in over a month and she was losing her goddamn mind. But tonight could change all that. Tonight she was in for the fucking of a lifetime.
“Babe hurry the fuck up!” she screamed, louder and angrier than she meant to.
“I’m trying!” Ben shot back as he pulled down his boxers and kicked them, along with his crumpled pants, to the far corner of the room. His cock looked magnificent. At that very moment, with the blue light of the moon cast upon it, it was the most beautiful, triumphant cock that Erin had ever seen. She squealed with delight at the long, thick shaft and engorged, purple head and clapped her hands in an exaggerated fashion.
“Get that thing in my thing right fucking now,” she told him. He smiled a big, goofy smile and scampered onto the bed, crawling towards his girlfriend.
“Here I come!” he said.
“You fucking better!” she told him. He crawled on top of her and went for a kiss, but she shied away and shot him a stern look.
“Babe,” she laughed, but it was an angry laugh, one that came from her trying to keep her frustration in check. “Inside me, now.”
“Right.” Ben grabbed his cock, impressed and delighted with how hard he was. With a familiarity that came with fucking the same woman for over two years, he guided it right to her pussy despite being in the relative dark.
“Oh my fucking lord!” Erin screamed. A vaguely familiar sensation shot through her body, a physical pleasure that was a distant memory but not quite past the point of no return. In the absence of a real cock, several things had penetrated her vagina over the last month. There had been fingers, various types of vibrators, several dildos, and at one time - reluctantly and very regrettably - an entire fist. She had varying degrees of success getting off (and one traumatic fist-related incident) but nothing compared to a warm, hard, flesh-and-blood cock.
“Oh thank you god,” she kept screaming. “Thank you so much!” Ben kept silent, but he was saying his own thank-yous inside of his head as he thrust his hips back and forth, pushing his cock as deep inside of Erin as it could go.
“I’m going to cum immediately,” Erin groaned. “I’m gonna turn this fuckin’ thing into a waterbed.”
Ben tried to laugh, wanted to laugh, but he was too focused on the task at hand, worried that it might all come crashing down. And it was, slowly. Naturally he was aware of it before she was, but she was the first to say something.
“Oh no no no!” she pleaded. “No baby please!” She knew it wasn’t his fault and she felt guilty for putting it on him.
“Fuck!” Ben shouted.
“It’s okay,” Erin comforted him, but she shared his frustration. Slowly and sadly she felt the pleasure drain out of her. The stretching sensation went away and soon Ben’s limp penis, a fraction of the size it was just moments ago, rested comfortably half-inside her vagina.
“Goddamnit,” Ben said under his breath. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“It’s not your fault,” Erin told him, cupping his face in her hands. She rose up and kissed him on the lips. “Hey, it’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, though. And she’d also lied when she said it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t entirely his fault, but the doctor said that it stemmed from stress and Ben had always had a problem letting things go. He let every little thing get to him and now it was having a direct effect on their love life. Ben sighed, defeated, and collapsed on the bed next to her, facing the other direction. Instead of repeating that it was okay, which she was pretty sure he was sick of hearing, she just silently rubbed his shoulder.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” she said, not expecting a response. “Then I’ll come back to bed.” She watched him as he lied there, trying to imagine how bad it must be for him. She pulled off her shirt, bunched it up, and dropped it in the hamper. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra as she headed to the bathroom.
Across the street and down three houses, Julie lied in her bed, her skin naked against the sheets. Julie had been Erin’s best friend since high school and had helped Erin and Ben find the house they were currently renting. Living in such close proximity to each other meant that they were always together, entwined in each others’ lives. Nobody knew Erin better than Julie, not even Ben, and nobody knew Julie better than Erin. When Erin met Ben, Julie felt jealous at first, which is understandable after being the most important person in someone’s life for almost a decade. Julie came around eventually and got to know Ben as a pretty okay guy, but she still cherished the moments that she
and Erin got to spend alone together.
Erin didn’t know the full extent of Julie’s feelings. Erin considered Julie her best friend, but Julie thought of Erin as much more. It was easier to hide before Ben came around, because they would regularly cuddle on the couch and sometimes even sleep in the same bed together, so Julie basically got to act on her feelings of attraction without Erin even knowing. None of it seemed too out of the ordinary for two female friends that were as close as they were.
They had kissed once. Erin was drunk, Julie less so, and of course Julie was the one to make the move. It wasn’t deep and there wasn’t any tongue, but it was longer than a peck, long enough for Erin to pull away with her eyes wide. Fortunately she just laughed it off and chalked it up to drunk experimentation, but to Julie it was much more than that, and it was a memory she had cherished for years. Now that Ben was in the picture, Julie had to accept the fact that there would be no more cuddling, no more innocent hand holding, no more sleeping side by side. Sometimes, when Ben and Erin were being particularly intimate in Julie’s presence, Julie would have to excuse herself. She had gotten better about it and learned to live with it, but her feelings for Erin were still one-hundred-percent intact. So yeah, needless to say there were things about Julie that Erin didn’t know.
That wasn’t the big one, though. People hide their feelings all the time, and while it isn’t necessarily easy to cope with, it is easy to keep everything bottled up. No, Julie’s bigger secret had been much harder to hide, but somehow through the years of slumber parties, sleepovers, and the occasional bathroom run-in, she had managed to keep Erin in the dark. And now here she was, lying in the dark, thinking of Erin, and stroking her big, hard cock that Erin didn’t know existed. Julie had tried her best to never actively lie about it. Whenever Erin would talk about vibrators or dildos or flat out joke about Julie’s pussy, Julie would laugh it off without ever coming right out and claiming that she had a fictitious snatch. She had come close to telling Erin a few times, but she could never quite come out with it. She didn’t think for a second that Erin would judge her, but that didn’t seem to make it any easier. And she certainly wasn’t ashamed. She loved her cock.