She barges in, already screaming. "Ag, you goddamn fucking son of a bitch! I hate you!" She shrieks.
Without breaking pace, you plunge you manhood deep inside the depths of my warm, wet pussy without so much as bothering to glance at her. "Bit busy, dear." You grunt, driving yourself in & out of me, deep & hard, as I withe breathe you, half in the trows of pleasure, half in intense discomfort at the shock that my best friend is really here, watching me get fucked by her husband. That you are fucking me right in front of your wife, my best friend.
"What do you think your doing???" She yells, her long legs quickly bringing her across the length of the room & drawing her up to the side of the bed.
"I'm...oh God...cuming!" You groan.
And you are. I feel you pulsing, throbbing, like a heartbeat deep, deep inside me as you spill your hot load.
At the same time, she punches you hard on the shoulder & side of your chest. Furiously knocking you backwards, out of me, almost off the bed.
All those kickboxing classes paid off, I guess. A different kind of robber than she had been expecting, maybe. Your family jewels plundering my womanhood.
You pull yourself up, and swing down off the bed. I wonder what is about to happen, but all you do is sweep your boxers up off the floor & go to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
She glares at the closed door, fiery fury burning deep within those usually cold blue eyes, then turns to the attractive man still lingering awkwardly in the doorway of the hotel room. "Come here." She snaps. "If he got some use out of this bed, then I guess I deserve to, too!"
She gives him the "come hither" finger crook, with the haughty commandingness of her royal highness herself, and he makes his way uneasily across the room towards her, coming to a halt at the edge of the bed, shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other.
If she has noticed her lover is looking as guilty & uncomfortable as a schoolboy waiting outside the principals office to be chastised, it is not at all apparent from her demeanor. Quickly, all business, she has her clothes off, and she deftly undresses her lithe lover, as well, sucking his half erect cock, already huge, between her pink lips & into her warm, wet mouth & awaiting open throat.
He groans, his discomfort at least momentarily forgotten, and he leans forward, forcing his ridiculously huge member further down her throat. I bet she's the first woman he's ever met who can swallow him up the way she does.
I have to admit, her skills are impressive. I wonder if he's a porn star. He has the kind of dick that looks almost absurd when seen in real life. The kind that, when you take your pants off, you get a look of a horror at the same time as the mandatory drunken one night stand line, "DAMNNNN, your HUGEEEE, baby!", followed by, "Im not sure I want that thing inside me..." Instead of the usual obligatory follow up of, "Put your cock inside me!"
He closes his eyes and moans again, and she slurps & slides him out of her mouth. "Since you've already experienced my husband, I think it's only fair that you experience me as well. Then, YOU can be the judge of who is the more accomplished lover...NOT THAT THERE SHOULD BE ANY QUESTION! HE COULD NEVER SATISFY ME ANYWAY!" She throws the last part in a furious, half hoarse growl at the still closed bathroom door, and I realized with shock that the first part was directed towards me!
The bathroom door is suddenly flung open, and her husband lets out a low chuckle. He leans his lanky body against the door frame, looking her up and down, assessing her. "Well, my dear, I think that just may be the best idea you've had in years!" He laughs throatily. "I certainly have fantasized about you and your little friend here a few times. Go ahead and enjoy her-personally, I found her quite delicious. A delicacy, in fact. I was not at all disappointed! But, I suppose it's only fair you two have your turn together first, and then she can pass her judgement on us both fairly! What do you say, dear?"
He turns to me, but clearly his wife, my-former?-best friend has already decided my fate. My consent, or lack thereof, is apparently is a non-issue in her book. She pulls me to her, weaving her fingers through my long, dark hair, and kisses me deeply, slowly, passionately...to my own surprise, I begin to feel my body responding to her.
I move my mouth against her soft lips, which feels so different from a man's, probing deeper inside the warm wetness of her mouth with my own tongue as I feel myself getting wet down there again, and I wonder what it would feel like to feel her tongue moving down there, over my clit, wonder what it would be like to thrust my tongue inside her honeycomb. Wonder if she would drip for me, too.
Instinctively, I reach to caress her breast, cupping it in my hand, feeling the warm weight in my palm, different, lighter, less full than my own familiar ones, yet still plump & pleasant to the touch. She pulls her mouth from mine, and pushes me back down onto the bed. Parting my thighs, she traces a line from my belly button down to the very top of my slit, first with a delicate finger, making me tingle, then with her wet tongue, causing me to shiver with delight and anticipation.
She teases me for a second, swirling her tongue around my nub, and I lean back hard into the bed, arching, moaning, aching to feel her tongue inside me. But instead, she uses two fingers, gliding gently & slowly in & out of me, going a little deeper each time. Just as I feel I am about to burst, clutching at the blankets balled up in my fists, she plunges her fingers deep, deep inside me & holds them there, edging her tongue as deep inside me as it will go, while at the same time applying a light but firm pressure to my pulsing clit with her mouth.
I gasp & moan & explode.
"She is!" I breathe, as I feel the waves of pleasure rippling through my body at last begin to ebb. "She is the better lover! At least, with her mouth..." I add with a naughty giggle. "But maybe I'll have to judge a different skill, next..."
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