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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Her Best Friend (MF, MMF, mast, exhib, voy)
Date: Tue,  8 Jul 2003 18:10:06 -0400
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HER BEST FRIEND
- by Bonfils

Cathy's in the kitchen when I come home. I try to 
catch my breath before I enter. Yes, I'm late, I know 
it. As I walk by the dining room, I see the candles 
on the table; they've almost burned down by now. 
Cathy's upset.

"Where have you been?" she asks me, her dark eyes 
looking straight at me. "If you were working late, 
why didn't you call me?"

"I'm sorry," I say, still out of breath from 
exhaustion.

"I've been so worried," she says.

"I know," I say. Cathy's standing by the sink, her 
cute little ass resting on the edge of the kitchen 
table.

"But... I wasn't working late," I say.

She stares at me, shocked. 

"What?" she gasps. "Then where were you? Why don't 
you tell me what happened?"

I smile, still trying to catch my breath.

"Don't worry," I say. "I'll tell you everything."

I'm standing in the doorway, looking at her. She 
really is beautiful - not tall, not short, her short 
hair shiny black, her breasts small, but perfectly 
rounded, bulging under the red silk blouse she's 
wearing. She's also wearing a short black skirt, 
black silk stockings and those red high-heeled shoes 
I really like. And just a bit of make-up - her 
quivering lips are bright red.

As for me, I'm in my jeans and t-shirt.

"I met your friend Karen on the way," I say.

Cathy's eyes are wide open. An idea is forming in her 
mind. She's afraid of what I'm about to tell her.

"She's really pretty," I say. "I guess most men find 
her attractive. You know: Tall, blonde, big tits..."

"So," Cathy interrupts, "you met Karen, and then 
what?"

"Well," I say. "We just talked. You know, she's 
single and all that." 
 
"I know she's single," Cathy said. "She's my best 
friend. So?"

"You know," I say, "I've tried to set her up with 
some guys from work. I wanted to hear what had 
happened."

"In detail, I guess?" Cathy sneers.

"Sure," I say. "And she's certainly not shy. Told me 
some great stories. Some of those guys are real 
animals. Fucked her in all kinds of strange ways. 
Luckily, Karen's really into that sort of thing, so 
she had had some great sex."

"So Karen told you stories of great sex for two 
hours?"

That makes me laugh. "Oh no. No, I told her I had 
something to tell her, and that I'd rather tell her 
in private."

Cathy looks confused.

"What did you have to tell her?" she asks.

"Nothing," I say. "I lied."

"You lied to my best friend?" Cathy cries. "Why the 
hell did you do that?"

"Oh," I say. "That's not all I did to your best 
friend. Far from it, in fact. Okay, so we decided to 
go back to her apartment."

Cathy stares at me. Now she's almost certain what she 
is about to hear.

"But actually," I say, "we didn't really make it all 
the way."

"Why not?"

"Well," I say, "listening to all those stories had 
really turned me on. Well, you know. So I was 
following her up the stairs, looking at her cute 
little ass. And it really is cute. I just couldn't 
wait any longer. So I grabbed her arm and made her 
stop."

"Right there - on the stairs?" Cathy says.

"Sure. She turned around and looked at me. And that's 
when I asked her."

"Asked her what?"

I'm looking Cathy in the eyes as I say: "I asked her 
if she wanted to see my cock."

Cathy gasps: "Oh, my God. I can't believe you really 
said that."

"I did," I say. "A pretty girl like that. I really 
wanted to show it to her."

"And what did she say?" Cathy whispers.

"She just looked at me. So I asked her again: 'Do you 
want to see my cock?' And she smiled and nodded."

"And then," Cathy says, "then you went to her 
apartment?"

"Oh no," I say. "I didn't have time for that. I just 
opened my pants then and there and pulled out my 
cock."

Cathy is silent for a moment, still leaning against 
the kitchen table. Then she looks at me again.

"So... was it hard?" she asks.

"Pretty damn hard," I say. "I'd been walking around 
with a hard-on from all her sexy stories. And when I 
stood there with Karen looking at it, it got hard as 
a rock. I let her watch, as I stroked it, making it 
stiffen. She seemed to like that."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. 'Keep going,' she said. 'I wanna watch you 
masturbate.'"

Cathy's blushing now.

"Karen said that?" she asks.

"Sure," I say. "That's one nasty friend you've got 
there."

"So what... what did you do?"

"I masturbated," I say. "I stroked my cock and let 
her watch. 'Look at it,' I said. 'Look how hard my 
big cock is.' Oh, she loved it."  

"Did she touch herself?" Cathy asks. "Did she 
masturbate?"

I know why she's asking. This is turning her on, and 
Cathy wants to masturbate herself. I smile at her.

"Not at first," I say. "She sat down on the steps in 
front of me, just looking at it. I just stood there 
on the stairs, stroking my cock. It felt great having 
a pretty blond girl watch me as I masturbated."

"Oh God," Cathy moans, "I don't want to hear this."

"No?" I say. "Well, I don't think you have much of a 
choice, do you? And in fact, I think you do want to 
hear it. Don't you, Cathy?"

She doesn't answer. She keeps adjusting her skirt and 
her stockings, just dying to touch herself. 

"Then what happened?" she finally asks.

"Well," I say, "I got so hard, I was ready to shoot 
off. But I didn't want that."

"No," Cathy whispers. "You wanted to fuck her, didn't 
you?"

"She is an attractive girl," I say. "But first, I 
told her to get down on all fours and show me her 
pussy."

"No, please," Cathy wails. With trembling fingers, 
she pulls up her skirt and touches the crotch of her 
black silk panties. She moves her hand up and down, 
stroking her pussy through the fabric.

"It's okay," I say gently. "Touch yourself as much as 
you want."

I hear her panting with lust, her eyes closed.

"So," I go on. "Karen got down on all fours on the 
steps in front of me, and I lifted up her skirt to 
see her pussy. She didn't wear any panties. And she'd 
shaved her pussy. Did you know that?"

Cathy doesn't answer. I watch her masturbating, 
enjoying the sight of my beautiful girlfriend 
stroking her pussy.

"I knelt down on the steps behind her," I say, "and 
put my face next to her pussy. It smelt nice and hot. 
Karen must have felt my breath on her pussy lips, 
'cause she wriggled her ass just a little bit. 'Do 
you want me to touch it?' I asked her. 'Do you?'"

Cathy is gasping loudly. She has pushed the crotch of 
her panties aside and is vigorously rubbing her wet 
slit.

"Please tell me she said yes," she whispers.

"She did," I say. "She was dying for me to touch her 
flesh. She just wanted me to tease her pussy and make 
her really, really wet."

"Oh God," Cathy gasps.

"So," I say, "I licked my middle finger and slowly 
drove it into Karen's pussy. Oh, she loved that. She 
cried out loud as I buried my finger in her pussy. 
Then I started fucking her with it, sliding it in and 
out, in and out..."

"Was it tight?" Cathy whispers. "Does she have a 
nice, tight pussy?"

"Oh yes," I say. "Her flesh even fit tightly around 
my finger. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting 
as I probed her. And when I thrust my finger into 
her, I could hear her moaning with pleasure. But I 
just had to pull it out to lick it and taste her 
juice." 
 
"Oh yes," Cathy says.

"Mmm. Karen has the sweetest pussy," I tell her. 
"She's your best friend. Don't tell me you never 
tasted her pussy?"

Cathy shakes her head: "No... I haven't." 
 
"But I want you to," I say. "I'll invite her over. 
And then you're going to lick that sweet little pussy 
of hers."

Cathy's moaning as I tell her this. 

"Anyway," I go on, "I slid my finger back into 
Karen's pussy, moving it back and forth. Her flesh 
felt so soft and wet. And I couldn't wait to feel my 
cock inside her."

Cathy has grabbed one of her breasts now, tweaking 
one hard, little nipple with one hand, as she keeps 
stroking her pussy with the other.

"Yeah," I say. "Keep going, honey. Make yourself 
come."

Cathy throws her head back, whimpering with lust, as 
I continue my story:

"I pulled my finger out of Karen's pussy again. This 
time I put it to her mouth, telling her to taste it. 
And she did. She licked her own spicy love juice from 
my finger. Seemed like she just loved the taste of 
pussy. Does she? Do you know? One day, I'd like to 
see her lick your sweet little pussy."

"Ohhh, ohhh." Cathy moans, rubbing her clit fiercely.

"Then," I say, "I parted her labia with my fingers, 
looking into her pussy. God, it was beautiful: Soft, 
pink flesh, already juicy wet with lust. I wanted to 
get my cock inside her. I wanted to feel that tight, 
slippery slit stretched around my fat cock."

"Oh yes," Cathy's gasping. "Oh, yes. She really 
deserves your cock. I hope you let her have it!"

"I told her to stand up and spread her legs," I say. 
"And soon she was standing bent over in front of me. 
I slapped her cute little ass - just once. Then I 
stroked my cock again, making sure it was hard as a 
rock."

Cathy's smiling now, massaging her breast and her 
clit, no doubt visualizing the scene.

"I placed my cock at the mouth of Karen's pussy, 
pressing it hard against her flesh. But she was so 
tight that I didn't enter her. When I pushed harder 
against her, it only made her whimper. Instead, she 
put a hand in between her legs, pulling her pussy 
lips apart, opening herself to my cock. Oh, that felt 
good."

"Oh yeah," Cathy whispers. "I bet it did."

"I slid my cock all the way up into Karen's pussy. It 
felt soft and wet, wrapped around the skin of my 
cock. I felt my erection grow even bigger, swelling 
inside her tight pussy. And she loved it. She was 
moaning with lust. I bet she just loved to feel my 
big, fat cock inside her."

"Oh, baby," Cathy sobs, "who doesn't?"

"Then," I say, "I began fucking her. I grabbed her 
hips and thrust my cock into her as hard as I could. 
And I kept going, driving it into her again and 
again. Karen gasped and held on to the handrail - 
otherwise I would have knocked her over."

"Ohhh," Cathy whispers, rubbing her clit vigorously, 
"I hope you fucked the hell out of her. Ohhh, 
ohhh..."

Leaning back against the kitchen table, Cathy's 
entire body stiffens up as she comes. Shaking all 
over, she breathes hard, savoring a powerful climax. 
It's been a while since I last watched her masturbate 
herself to an orgasm, and I just love the sight. 

Flushed and still trembling, she looks over at me. I 
unbutton my pants and take my cock out. It's very 
hard, and I let her watch as I start stroking it. 
Cathy watches me as she composes herself. Eventually, 
she smiles and lights a cigarette.

"You mean, you really fucked her right there on the 
stairs?" she says. "Didn't anybody see you?"

"Well, not at first," I say. 

Cathy opens her eyes wide as she looks at me. But I 
haven't come to that part of the story yet.

"But I did worry a bit," I say, "'cause Karen was 
really making a noise. Well, I guess I went a bit 
wild, fucking her as hard and fast as I could. And 
she was screaming her head off."

"What did she say?" Cathy asks.

"She kept saying 'fuck me'," I tell her. "'Fuck me 
with that big, hard cock!' And I just kept pounding 
it into her. She was loving every second."

I'm still stroking my cock, as Cathy watches, smoking 
her cigarette.

"Then," I say, "I pulled out of her and made her sit 
down on one of the steps. We were still almost fully 
dressed, so I pulled her clothes off. She looks great 
naked - nice body, big, beautiful tits. Then I got 
naked myself. 'Spread your legs wide' I told her, 
'then play with your pussy.' And she did. I just 
stood there, watching Karen as she sat naked on the 
steps, rubbing her sweet little pussy."

"I bet you loved that," Cathy says.

"Oh yeah," I say. "My cock got so hard, I just had to 
fuck her again. Then I lay down between her legs and 
drove my cock into her again. She was so wet, she 
just opened herself to me, and the entire length of 
my cock slid into her. I started fucking her again - 
slowly this time, pulling my cock out of her, then 
sliding it back in, over and over, letting her feel 
every inch of the hard shaft."

"Mmm, yeah," Cathy purrs. 

She has put out her cigarette, and now she pulls of 
her panties and starts stroking herself again, her 
little tuft of black pubes glistening from her 
juices. 

She's so beautiful. I could just walk over and fuck 
her now. But somehow - I don't know why - I'm 
enjoying this even more. I just want to stand here in 
the kitchen, watching Cathy masturbate herself to yet 
another orgasm.

"I looked down at Karen's pussy as I fucked her," I 
say. "I saw her clean-shaven labia stretching around 
my cock. I saw my cock, wet and slippery from her 
juices, as it slid all the way out and then buried 
itself in her pussy again. I wish you'd been there to 
see it. You'd have liked that, wouldn't you?"

Cathy's stroking her pussy again.

"Karen was screaming so loud," I say, "telling me to 
fuck her harder. And finally I felt her coming. She 
dug her nails into my back, and I felt her tight 
flesh clenching my cock. She cried out, shaking all 
over. I thought she was about to faint."

"And you?" Cathy asks. "Did you come too?"

"No," I say. "My cock was still hard as a rock. I 
waited for a few seconds, till her orgasm had 
subsided. Then I started fucking her again."

"Oh God," Cathy says. "I bet she was all sore. How 
did she take it?" 
 
"Oh, she sobbed and told me to wait," I say, "but her 
pussy felt so soft and wet, I just had to fuck her. 
And after a while, she began moving in time with me,  
loving every stroke. By the way, that's when I 
noticed him."

"Who?" Cathy asks.

"I don't know," I say. "Probably some man who lives 
in the same building. About fifty. Wore a suit."

"Did he watch you?" Cathy asks.

"You bet he was watching us," I say. "He just stood 
there, grinning, as I drove my cock into Karen's 
pussy. I think he got really hot, listening to her 
moaning. 'Do you see him?' I whispered to Karen. 
'Talk to him'. Karen just stared at me at first, but 
then she started talking, as I fucked her."

I see Cathy rubbing her little pink clit now, 
trembling with lust.

"What...?" she gasps, "What did she say?"

"She asked the man if he liked it," I say. "'Do you 
like to watch us fuck?' she said. I could tell he was 
really excited. There was a huge bulge in his pants, 
and he kept touching himself through the fabric. Then 
I whispered to Karen: 'Tell him to get his cock 
out'."

"And did he?" Cathy asked.

"Oh yeah," I say. "And it was huge. A big, wide cock 
pointing straight out. And he started stroking it, as 
he watched me fucking Karen. She was staring at the 
man's cock, like she'd never seen anything like it."

"But..." Cathy asks, "was it bigger than yours?"

"Yeah," I say. "It was so thick. I don't know how he 
could ever fuck a woman with that thing... But 
anyway, I pulled out of Karen's pussy and told her to 
get up. Then I sat on the step, my hard-on pointing 
straight up at her, and told her to sit down on my 
cock. And she did. I guided my cock into her soft, 
wet pussy, as she lowered herself down over me. 'Ride 
me,' I said."

Cathy's masturbating harder. "Oh God," she pants. "I 
wish I could have been there."

"That felt great," I say. "Karen was really hot. She 
began riding me in a fast, frantic rhythm. And I felt 
my cock sliding in and out of her slippery pussy, 
swelling, ready to burst. The man was still stroking 
his cock, but now he came over to us and put his huge 
tool against Karen's lips."

Cathy is sliding two fingers into her pussy, gasping 
with excitement. I'm masturbating, too, drops of 
clear liquid dripping onto the kitchen floor.

"Karen opened her mouth as wide as she could," I say. 
"But the cock was so big, only the head fit in her 
mouth. Anyway, the man grunted with pleasure, as she 
started sucking on the big bulging head of his cock. 
Karen was still riding me, her big, shapely breasts 
bouncing in time to the fucking. I wanted to fuck her 
even harder, so I started thrusting my hips up 
towards her, over and over, making my cock enter her 
even deeper."

Cathy is doubled over, fucking herself with two 
fingers, breathing heavily. I walk over to her, 
stroking my cock as I watch her driving herself ever 
closer to another orgasm.

"I knew Karen was about to come again," I say, "And I 
grabbed her thighs, pressing her down hard onto my 
cock, filling her out as she came. I think she came 
even harder this time. Her body jerked wildly, as I 
held her tight. The man pulled his cock out of her   
mouth, letting her scream. And she screamed so loud, 
everyone must have heard her. God, she was beautiful. 
And now none of us were able to hold back."

"Oh yesss," Cathy whispers, trembling with desire, 
rubbing her tender pink clit.

"The older man came first," I tell her. "I saw he was 
getting ready to ejaculate. And I told Karen to open 
her mouth. I wanted to see her tasting his cum. He 
started yelling as he came. His big cock swelled even 
more, and long, white jets of sperm shot out into 
Karen's mouth. He kept coming, pumping spurt after 
spurt of creamy semen onto her tongue."

"Oh God," Cathy moans. I'm standing right next to 
her, stroking my stiff cock.

"Get down on your knees," I tell her. And she does, 
keeping her legs spread, stroking her wet pussy as 
she looks up at me.

"Finish the story," she whispers. "You came inside 
her, didn't you? You came inside my best friend."

"I kept thrusting my cock up into her pussy," I said, 
"until I couldn't hold back any longer. I just lay 
back on the stairs, feeling the sperm bursting its 
way out through the shaft. She moaned as she felt the 
first, hard spurt shooting into her flesh. And I kept 
coming, squirting my thick, hot sperm into her 
pussy."

Cathy looks up at me, as I point my bulging cock at 
her face.

"Yes," I gasp. "I came inside her, and now I'm gonna 
come all over you."

I freeze, grasping my cock. I see Cathy's eyes 
glazing over as the orgasm hits her. My cock seems to 
stiffen even more in my hand. And a split second 
later, it happens.

"Aaah," I yell as I start to ejaculate. "Fuck, yeah!"

My twitching cock starts pumping hot sperm at Cathy's 
face. She whimpers quietly, savoring her own climax, 
as jet after jet of thick cream hits her cheeks, her 
lips, her tongue.

I keep masturbating, emptying myself. Then I kneel 
down in front of her and kiss her, even tasting my 
own semen.

As we get up, she asks:

"But then, what happened next?"

"Oh yeah," I say, "I forget to tell you, we talked to 
the man. And he and Karen are coming over later 
tonight."

Cathy is puzzled.

"But... why?"

"What do you mean?" I laugh. "I suppose he wants to 
fuck your brains out. Come to think of it, we all 
want to fuck your brains out."

Cathy shakes her head, wondering whether I'm telling 
the truth.

But I won't tell her.

I'll let her find out for herself.

---
(c) Bonfils 2001
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