by Bree Dixon
“What?” Julie lifted her head, barely coherent and still mildly drunk. “The fuck?”
“I tried knocking. I could hear your TV and figured that’s why you couldn’t hear me,” she explained. “I let myself in with the spare key.”
“What are you doing?” Those weren’t the exact words she wanted to come out, but Julie was still groggy and trying to piece together what was happening. Erin reached over her to turn on the bedside lamp. With her body so close, Julie recognized her scent from earlier and the quickly-repressed memories came flooding back. She felt a sudden sadness and a mild twisting in her stomach, somewhat relieved by the fact that Erin was there with her, meaning their relationship hadn’t exploded entirely.
The light clicked on. Even though it was behind her, she squinted her eyes instinctively. When Erin crawled back over her, Julie could see that she’d been crying.
“Hey,” Julie grabbed Erin’s hand as she spoke. “What’s wrong?”
Erin shifted in the bed and lied down beside Julie, face to face, just like they had during so many of their sleepovers. “Ben and I got into a fight,” Erin told her.
“Over his limp dick?” Julie joked.
Erin laughed but tried to cover her mouth. “He gets so frustrated with himself, but then he takes it out on me.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie.” Julie put her arm around Erin and Erin scooted in close. Julie had her friend back and she was happy.
“Fuck Ben,” Erin said. “He sucks.”
“I never liked him,” Julie said.
Erin snorted as she laughed. “You’re just saying that.”
“Yeah, I am,” Julie admitted. “But still, fuck him.”
"I can't, that's the problem." They both laughed, before Erin went silent and looked Julie in the eyes. Before any of them could say anything more, she gave Julie a peck on the lips.
“What was that for?” Julie asked, not that she was complaining.
“For being a bitch earlier,” Erin said.
“Yeah I like totally hated it when you jerked me off and I came everywhere,” Julie joked. “It was terrible. Please never do it again.”
Erin giggled like an idiot as she drew circles in the bed with her finger. “I was thinking we could do it again. Right now.”
Julie’s eyes opened wide and she stared at Erin like a deer in headlights. “What?”
“You heard me,” Erin said.
“You’re serious?” Julie asked.
“Dead. Fucking. Serious.” Erin told her. “I need something hot and alive inside me like right fucking now.”
"Wait, inside you?"
"Right in the pussy," Erin said, dead serious with a light tone.
“You’re just using me for my penis?” Julie asked her.
“Maybe,” Erin said.
“I’m like super okay with that.” Julie wasted little time slipping her thumbs through panties. She rolled onto her back, bent her legs at the knees, and slid them over her feet.
“Oh shit,” Julie said as reach between her legs.
“What?” Erin asked.
“I’ve been drinking,” Julie told her.
“Good,” Erin said, “you’ll be more fun.”
“No, I totally won’t,” Julie said. “That’s the point. I have trouble getting hard when I drink.”
Erin shook her head. “No no no! I won’t have two limp dicks, I can’t.” She reached for Julie’s crotch. She wasn’t totally soft, but she had ways to go to get hard again. Erin grabbed it the best she could and started jerking Julie.
“Oh my god,” Julie leaned her back into the pillow and laughed. “You don’t fuck around.”
“Not tonight!” Erin said, worked up. “I need this!” Erin thought she could feel Julie stiffening in her hand, but she wasn’t certain. It could’ve been her mind just making her feel what she wanted to feel. She had to break out the big guns. She slid down towards the end of the bed and rolled onto her knees. Julie smiled wide when she saw Erin hovering down by her crotch. Erin bent down and used her hand to guide the head of Julie’s swaying cock to her lips, then she took it in her mouth, as deep as Julie’s softness would allow.
“Oooooooh god,” Julie cried. “I fucking love you, you fucking slut.” Erin made wet sucking sounds as she hungrily fellated Julie, determined to get her hard enough to fuck. She closed her lips around her tender shaft as she pulled back, almost as if pulling it the way she wanted it to go. She wrapped her hand around the shaft again and laughed an excited, maniacal laugh.
“It’s working,” Erin said. “It’s fucking working.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Julie moaned. “Don’t fucking stop now.” Erin didn’t stop but went faster, hard, slurping up and down Julie’s prick, which was starting to stand up on its own. Erin stroked the base up and down feverishly as she sucked on the tip and Julie let out a sharp gasp.
“You can lighten your grip a little now,” Julie told her.
Erin loosened her hold a bit and found that Julie was almost rock hard. “Oops,” she said. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Julie, her head still back against the pillow, reached down blindly and patted Erin on the head. “Just keep going, you’re almost there.” Erin took her cock in deep and it was finally hard enough to slide all the way into her throat. She gagged and pulled away.
“Jesus Christ,” Erin said as she coughed. “You really are fucking huge.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Julie bragged.
“How can I forget when it’s blocking my fucking windpipe,” Erin said as she took Julie’s purple head in one more time. Julie grabbed her tits through her shirt as Erin worked.
“Oh my god,” Erin said.
“What?” Julie asked.
“You’re starting to cum a little bit,” Erin told her, referencing the pre-cum that was slowly oozing out the tip of her cock. “It tastes so fucking good.”
“You know how to make a girl feel special,” Julie joked.
“Now it’s time for you to make me feel special,” Erin rolled off the bed long enough to drop her bottoms, then climbed back on and tried to straddle Julie.
“No no no!” Julie said.
Erin froze in place. Her excitement had built to a crescendo and she wasn’t going to be stopped now. “What?”
“You didn’t come over here to fuck me,” Julie told her, playfully pushing her off onto the other side of the bed. “You came over to be fucked.” Erin grinned and scooted up the bed a bit, spreading her legs. Julie walked on her knees and inched up between Erin’s thighs. Her cock looked magnificent: swollen, veiny, and purple. It put Ben to shame even at his best.
“You ready?” Julie asked her.
Erin nodded. “You?”
Julie stalled for a brief second at the question. Erin really had no idea that Julie wanted her. “Erin, I’ve wanted this for years.” Erin looked surprised, but it quickly faded to a smile. Julie pushed the tip of her cock against Erin’s pussy lips and Erin let out the softest, sweetest whimper. Then Julie plunged inside and Erin screamed into the night.
“Oh fuck!” Erin panted, suddenly having trouble catching her breath. “Holy fuck I’ve missed that feeling.” Julie leaned forward, both hands planted on the bed on each side of Erin. She pumped in and out, feeling Erin’s slick juices and listening to the wet noises of her cock sliding through Erin’s lubricated canal.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” Erin moaned on repeat. “Julie I fucking love you, you big, hard, bitch!” Julie slammed into Erin so hard that she was certain that there was a little bit of pain in Erin’s moans, but if it was too much, Erin certainly wasn’t stopping her.
“You are so fucking tight, girl,” Julie groaned. Erin certainly wasn’t the first woman that she’d fucked but she did feel the best. Julie was sweating, exhausting herself in an effort to give her best the friend the best sex of her life. She didn’t know how vocal Erin usually was, but it seemed to be working. Julie squeezed Erin’s tits through her shirt and used them as handles, finding a good r
hythm and never breaking stride. The room was filled with the sounds of their flesh smacking together and her creaking bed struggling to stay intact.
“I’m gonna cum!” Erin shouted. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”
“We just started,” Julie panted.
“Fuck you!” Erin shot back. “I haven’t been fucked in ages! Faster! Faster! Harder! Fucking harder!” Julie plowed into Erin as rough as she could, lifting the lower half of her body off of the mattress again and again.
“Oooooooooh fuuuuuuuck!” Erin screamed as her pussy tightened around Julie’s cock and tried to push it out. Julie fought against it, pushing in deeper, and Erin’s shrieks continued to pierce the night. “I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming so fucking hard!” She bucked her body compulsively as the orgasm robbed her of control. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh fuck!”
Julie shouldn’t have given her shit about cumming so soon, because after the show Erin just put on and the wild things that were going on inside her cunt, she was ready to blow, too.
“Okay, okay,” Julie panted, “I’m fucking cumming.”
“Cum inside me!” Erin begged her. “I wanna fucking feel you.” Julie closed her eyes as she hammered in Julie a final few times before her cock exploded, a waterfall of fluid spilling forth from the tip. Erin moaned loudly and passionately as white, hot spunk filled her canal to the point where it leaked back across Julie’s cock and out onto the bed.
“Oh my fuck!” Julie shouted as her prick continued to throb inside of her best friend, spilling its seed. She felt closer to Erin than she ever had before. She collapsed on top her and Erin welcomed her with literal open arms, wrapping her up in a hug and holding her close as Julie went soft inside of her.
“That was fucking awesome,” Julie said.
“Yeah it was,” Erin agreed. “Julie I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” Julie said. “You’re my best friend.”
“Oh I just like you for the sex,” Erin told her. They both laughed.
“I don’t want you to go home,” Julie told her.
“After what just happened,” Erin smiled, “I don’t think I could walk anyway.”
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Alyson & Courtney
“Yeah girl,” Brad grunted as he pounded into Courtney, his cock sliding in deep enough to provoke a quick gasp from her. “Take that big fat cock, you little bitch!”
Courtney loved Brad, but his dirty talk needed work. She didn’t mind being called bitch. He was an absolute sweetheart. She knew it was just him losing himself in the moment. She liked that animalistic side of him. She just wished she could take him more seriously when these sort of things came out of his mouth.
“Mmmmm, baby,” she moaned. It was a genuine moan, but it was still just a moan. She wasn’t shouting or screaming or biting her lip, just moaning, with the occasional gasp here and there, when he did something new or unexpected. There was nothing new about him piling on top of her missionary style, her legs spread apart so far that they threatened to cramp, him grunting like an ape and sweating all over her.
“Your pussy is so tight girl,” he said, “I’m probably gonna cum.” Jesus Christ, Brad. Unlike most girls, Courtney wanted her boyfriend to actually watch some porn, just so he could pick up some better lines. The sad thing was that although Brad was “probably” going to cum, Courtney most likely wouldn’t. It wasn’t because it was particularly hard for her to get off, it was because she’d grown so accustomed to their routine. They make out, he slobbers into her pussy for two minutes, maybe three, and then she gags herself on his cock until he’s ready to go. Then it’s on your back, spread your legs, insert cock. They rarely even did doggystyle because he liked to look at her tits. It was flattering in its own, frustrating way. She’d been trying to spice it up, but he liked he what he liked, and in all fairness she didn’t have a lot of ideas. She’d even considered bringing another woman into the mix, but she didn’t want to make that a habit, and she certainly didn’t want threesomes to be the only way she could climax.
If it wasn’t for her best friend Alyson, she would have gone insane by now. Alyson was transexual and bisexual, and while they had never fucked, Alyson had gone down on Courtney every now and then just so the poor girl could have an orgasm. Brad didn’t know, and it would certainly wound his pride, but Courtney had needs and Alyson had a love for cunnilingus, so it just made sense.
Funny enough, while Brad was mindlessly hammering Courtney’s poor little twat, it was her memories of Alyson eating her out that brought her close to cumming. She closed her eyes, did her best to ignore Brad’s barbaric dirty talk, and thought about Alyson, with her jet black hair and her full pouty lips, lying on her stomach at the foot of the bed, her face buried in Courtney’s snatch. The things she did with her tongue made Courtney wonder if Alyson was secretly a witch. She thought about the way Alyson flicked her clit around, sucking on it, swirling it, and Courtney felt an intensity build up in her stomach. She was going to make this happen. She was going to cum, and Brad would think he was responsible, but Brad could think whatever he wanted.
“Huuuuuugggghhh!” Brad let out the mother of all grunts and Courtney felt his cock kick inside of her, followed by the familiar warmth. No no no, she thought. I was just getting started! You selfish prick! Without saying a word, Brad lifted off of her and surveyed the damage, the product of his orgasm splattered in and around her aching pussy. Then he kissed her on the knee and rolled off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.
Courtney desperately rubbed her clit, trying to keep Alyson alive in her head, trying to remember how it felt when she came in Alyson face. It was too late. Brad’s awful orgasm had broken her concentration and she wasn’t going to get it back. Frustrated and unbearably horny, she rolled over to face the edge of the bed, her back to Brad’s side, and tried to go sleep. When he lied next to her five minutes later, he wrapped his arm around her, kissed her on the neck, and whispered that he loved her. Brad wasn’t a bad guy, he was just a shitty lay.
Alyson couldn’t stop laughing.
“It’s not funny!” Courtney scolded her.
“It’s very fucking funny,” Alyson said. “I’m sorry that Brad’s using you as his own personal cum dumpster, but you talk like he’s some sort of gorilla.”
“Well that’s how he acts,” Courtney said. “That’s basically what he becomes. A sex gorilla.”
“You have a sex gorilla living in your house,” Alyson laughed.
“What am I supposed to feed it?” Courtney joked back. Alyson playfully hit her on the shoulder, glad that she was in on the joke. “I tried to feed it pussy,” Courtney continued, “but he doesn’t seem to want it.”
Alyson roared with laughter.
“Okay,” Courtney said, “let’s stop talking about sex gorillas while we’re in the store.” Courtney stood in line and placed her small plastic cart on the conveyor belt. Her and Alyson made innocent conversation with the clerk while they checked out, but once they got out into the parking lot the conversation went right back to sex.
“I don’t know what to do,” Courtney said. “It’s just so boring. And it hurts. Am I limping? I feel like I’m limping.”
“Let me check,” Alyson said, then used the opportunity to get a long, hard look at Courtney’s ass. “Looks good to me!”
“Har har har!” Courtney hit the button that unlocked the doors on her Honda. “What do I do? You’re some sort of sex master.”
Alyson climbed into the car next to Courtney, taking Courtney’s grocery bag and putting it on the floor between her feet. “What does that mean? What’s a sex master?”
Courtney started the car. “It sounded better than slut.”
Alyson nodded. “Fair enough. If you wanna spice things up, I have two words for you.”
Courtney waited for a follow-up that never came. “It’s weird that you just trailed off. And those two words are…?”
“Butt. Stuff.” Alyson said, heavily enunciating each word.
“Oh god no,” Courtney said, “his penis is like a Maglite.”
Alyson threw her back and laughed. “That’s good! I mean, it’s going to hurt like fuck at first, and it’s going to thoroughly ruin your asshole, but it’ll be great while it lasts.”
“You mean while my asshole lasts,” Courtney said.
“Yes,” Alyson nodded. “Anal sex is awesome and everyone should do it.”
“So you do it, like, all the time?” Courtney pulled out of the parking lot and the car dipped so low and it scraped the road. “Shit,” she muttered.
“All the time,” Alyson said. “Pitching and receiving.” Alyson grabbed her crotch while she said it. Courtney shot a quick look over, long enough to see that Alyson was hard.
“Jesus,” Courtney said, “is this all it takes to get your dick hard?”
“I just like being around you, bitch.” Alyson reached over and rubbed Courtney’s crotch. Courtney laughed and batted her hand away.
“Stop it!” she said, fighting back a laugh. “I’m driving!”
“Come on, baby,” Alyson continued. “Let me fuck your sweet little sex hole with my big hairy King Kong dick.” Courtney burst out laughing so hard that she was afraid she would crash the car.
“The thought of you getting pounded in the ass makes me want to jerk off right now.” Alyson reached into her pants and groaned as she grabbed her cock. “Hey, give me a handjob.”
“What?” Courtney asked. “No. Stop being silly.”
“I eat your pussy all the time, young lady,” Alyson threw at her. “If it wasn’t for me and my ability to give you sweet release, you’d have cum leaking out of your ears.”
“Granted,” Courtney said. “I will give you that.”
“The least you could do is stroke my cock,” Alyson said. “I’m not asking you to swallow the damn thing. Though if you wanted to, that would be awesome.”
“Jesus,” Courtney said. Alyson was half-joking, which meant she was half-serious, and she had a point. Alyson’s pussy-eating skills were amazing stress relievers and it wasn’t a lot to ask in return. She was guilt-tripping Courtney, but it was working.