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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.