A BREEDING

Muriel is my best friend and she and I were spending the afternoon together at her house. We'd met to go shopping but the weather was lousy so we stayed in, made some lunch and finished off two bottles of white wine and by three o'clock we were rather drunk and of course the conversation had turned to sex. She’d just finished telling me how her husband liked her to bring herself off in her panties so that he could wear them to work the next day and feel her juices against his testicles.

Maybe because we were drunk it seemed the funniest thing in the world and I couldn’t stop giggling.

'I shouldn't be telling you intimate things like this but you're my best friend and it's good to be able to talk about these things.' She said

'Your secret is safe with me although I'd love to see Glen in your panties especially since you've told me he's got a big one. It makes me feel funny all over.' I said boldly. 'I wish my husband was more like Glen. Take last night for example. I've been trying for ages to get Jimmy to lick my thing but he won't, he just nuzzles my bush but won't stick his tongue inside and my pussy is itching for it!’ It was as if I wanted to tell her something as intimate as she had so that she wouldn't feel that our friendship was one sided.

'Has he ever gone down on you?' She asked sounding surprised

'No, he thinks it’s dirty but it is what I want most in the whole world probably because I can’t have it.' I replied blushing slightly as I confessed my most intimate fantasy

'Poor girl it's the greatest. I well remember the time when Jack...' She stopped talking.

'Come on Muriel, don't stop.'

'You're sure you won't be shocked?' She said coyly

'Please don't stop, I promise not to be shocked. Tell me all don't leave any juicy detail out.’

'How did you know it got juicy? You’re right it got very, very juicy.'

'Stop teasing!' I said surprised by the flare of desire which had sprung up between my thighs.

'I was in my final year at college and became friendly with one of the tutors. She was a Frenchwoman, in her mid-thirties, a true redhead and very glamorous and she always wore fabulously elegant clothes. She was short but very curvy and with big boobs that bras failed to conceal the way they wobbled each time she moved. She became a friend, someone I could discuss anything with without feeling that she was going to judge me.’

'Does this mean what I think it does?' I asked breathlessly.

'I told you you'd be shocked. Maybe I shouldn't tell you!

'Oh don't stop! Please don't stop I won't interrupt, please!' I urged her

'One hot Saturday afternoon I went round to her place and she let me into the house and I was astounded that she was wearing just a tiny set of bra and panties. Jacqueline had a terrific complexion and looked very sexy with small droplet of perspiration glistening on the upper slopes of her large breasts. Her lacy knickers must either have been too small for her or she was very hairy down there because there were tufts of red pubic hair escaping all over the place and framing the gusset. I could feel my heart pounding and arousal spreading through me as I looked at her body.’

'I bet she suggested that since it was so hot you should take your clothes off.’

'You've guessed it. She teased me about being shy then, before I could stop her, she had my dress off.  I wasn't wearing a bra, my boobs being much smaller in those days, so that I only had on a pair of cotton panties on. She complimented me on how wonderfully slim and beautiful I was and, as we sipped cold drinks, she started talking about sex. She told me about some of her sexy escapades with lots of horny details and said that it must be the heat which was making her feel so sexy.  As she talked, she slipped a hand between her open thighs and started rubbing the gusset of her knickers pushing it deep between her sex-lips without trying to hide from me what she was doing. Soon I saw a wet patch starting to spread where she was rubbing.’

'Your story is making me feel funny all over.' I confessed.

'If you want to why don't you play with your pussy. I won't mind, come to think of it I'm feeling rather horny myself!'

My eyes nearly came out of their sockets as Muriel pulled her short skirt all the way to her waist and, spreading her thighs wide apart, slipped a hand inside her panties and I could see it moving beneath the material leaving me in no doubt that she was indeed rubbing her pussy energetically. 'Mmmm it's fantastic. It makes me feel so naughty to be doing this in front of you, much better than when I do it alone.’

I could hardly believe what I was seeing and to cover up my confusion I urged her to go on with her story.

'You're not going to get any more juicy details, and let me assure you it became extremely juicy if you know what I mean, until you join me and play with your pussy while I tell you how she seduced me.'

I desperately wanted to hear the rest of her story as I was so excited. Blushing and giggling nervously I pulled up the hem of my skirt, parted my thighs, before slipping a hand onto the crotch of my knickers. I was astounded to feel that it was already damp and a wonderful tingling spread as I pressed my fingers against my mound. It made me feel very naughty as if we were two schoolgirls playing forbidden games.

'It feels good doesn't it? Jacqueline kept on telling me about some of the wild sex she'd experienced and it made feel more and more sexy, then she unclipped her bra and took it off Her breasts were amazing. They were large but jutted out like twin cones and the nipples looked very big and hard like doorstops and were strawberry coloured. She began to tweak them between fingers and thumb, as she told me how much she loved having them sucked and how it made her clit twang like a spring. Then she asked if I liked having my breasts sucked. She raved about how perfect they were and how they looked like they were made to be sucked. I blushed a lot and nearly dissolved into a wet puddle when she reached out and cupped my boobs in her hands. I was squirming with both excitement and real embarrassment. We were sitting side by side and her muscular thigh was pressed hard against mine and I could feel her heat seeping into mine and I thought that I was going to wet my knickers as shivers went up and down my spine. While I was still trying to control my squirming she bent down and suddenly one of my boobs was in her hot, wet mouth and she was sucking it and licking her rough tongue over and around the nipple. I was so confused that, when she moved her mouth from that breast, I turned my torso so that she could suck on the other breast. My hands, of their own volition cupped the back of her head as she sucked and licked my boobs.’ 

Muriel, without my realising it was now right against me and I could feel her smooth thigh rubbing against my own as I continued lightly stroking my pussy as she continued with her tale. 

‘I was so absorbed in the sensation she was creating, by sucking and licking my nipples, that for a while I didn't realise that she had slipped a hand between my thighs and was rubbing my pussy through my knickers and when I did I lost control totally. She eased me back on the couch, as her mouth left my nipples, and moved down kissing and licking my tummy, while she continued telling me how wonderfully slim and beautiful I was and how firm my flesh was She slipped a hand under the middle of my back forcing me off the couch and used the other hand to slip my knickers all the way off!’

'You mean she got you completely naked?' I asked as a picture of Muriel stark naked flashed through my mind. I'd seen her sunbathing in tiny bikinis and knew how rounded her body was and it was hard to imagine her as slim as she was describing herself.

'Yes I was stark naked and she slipped her panties off so that she was too.’

Muriel resumed her story and as she did she took my hand and moved it away from my crotch, then her hand was pressed against my mound, lovingly rubbing where my knickers had become so wet.  With her other hand she took my wrist and placed my hand on her crotch. I was shocked when my fingers met springy pubic hair instead of material. Sometime during her story she had slipped her knickers off. I could feel the searing wet heat which was coming from her vulva, the first one, other than my own, which I'd ever touched.  As if it was the most natural thing in the world to be playing with another woman's pussy while having her own pussy stroked, Muriel went on with her story.

'She looked up at me and smiled, licking her lips and she looked incredibly beautiful, so sexy, she reminded me of Marilyn Monroe. Her face had that same blend of beauty and sexuality.  She grasped the back of my thighs, raised and parted them and I saw her staring right at my pussy. I was still shy and afraid but I didn't want her to stop. I felt my thighs parting even more widely for her and shivered like a leaf as I waited fro her hand to stroke my pussy but it didn't.  Instead I felt the warmth of her breath blowing against my vaginal flesh, and heard myself moaning, and then her mouth brushed against my vaginal lips as if she was kissing my real mouth. Her lips were parted and her tongue was brushing along the length of my slit, while her hands slipped under my bottom and started to knead them.  Those kisses were unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I felt my pussy trying to kiss back, felt my vaginal lips part as they became wetter and wetter Her hands were parting my buttocks and she used a finger to trace the length of the cleft and it paused so that its tip could tease my anus each time it brushed against it. Her caresses were driving me right out of my mind.  Then I felt her tongue licking my pussy lips, before it insinuated its way between them, licking all the way into my pussy.  I think the scream I heard came from me, but I'm not sure.  I felt the fat lips being parted more widely, and then her fat tongue was way inside my vagina. It felt a foot long and as fat as a penis as it licked all around inside my sex.  Although I was jerking and writhing like crazy her hands, clamped on my buttocks, held me in place as her tongue kept licking and lashing all around inside my pussy.'

I felt myself trembling as though in the grip of a fever as she slipped her hand inside my knickers and pushed them all the way off before she began stroking her fingertips along my warm, moist vulva. I felt my breath catch in my throat as a finger probed, then slid all the way inside my pussy.  I'd been stroked before both by myself and the men I'd been to bed with but it had been nothing like the way she was doing it. Her finger which was lodged inside me was so delicate, like a feather, yet seemed to know all the sensitive points and lightly stroked them so that I seemed to be lifting right off the seat.    With her fingertips she opened my protruding labia and, as they parted further, out popped my clitoris. She just brushed the head lightly with the tip of a finger and it felt as if I was receiving a massive voltage of electricity. I went weak all over and felt my anal hole clench in sympathy. I gasped for air as ecstatic waves of pleasure filled my body. My arousal flared to its full magnitude overwhelming me with pure lust.
       
Muriel grasped my prominent clit, between a finger and thumb, and squeezed and stroked it as if it was a miniature penis. She did it hard and fast, using my own sex juice as lubrication. Her fingers soon became coated with my leaking juices as they twisted my sensitive nodule this way and that. Two more strokes of her clamping fingers would have brought me off but she stopped abruptly, leaving me hanging in no man's land. My whole body was screaming silently for release with my pussy opening and closing, expelling more sticky juices. She saw me looking at her and smiled, like a cat playing with a mouse. I realised that I was being treated as a sex toy by my best friend. She was obviously relying on the way I’d been aroused by her and I just surrendered myself to the intense sexuality of the moment. 
       
Muriel lifted me to my feet then took all my clothes off before she did the same then she grasped my wrist and pulled me onto the sofa. I wasn't sure of how she wanted me but, as she'd done from the beginning, she directed my every move and I did as she wanted and ended up straddling her torso and sitting gingerly on the soft cushion of her pendulous breasts. She grasped my buttocks in her fingers and gently, but insistently, drew me toward her head until my sex mound was brushing against her face. Her hands left my buttocks and cupped my breasts. Her fingertips were squeezing the already-erect nipples extremely hard. The pain was exquisite and it took all that was left of my pride not to beg her to hurt them even more. I wanted her long, sharp fingernails to dig deep into my aching teats until blood flowed, then I wanted her to take my nipples into her mouth and suck the blood as if it had been mother's milk. I couldn’t believe that such perverted thoughts were streaming through my mind as never before had I ever wanted to be hurt.
       
I looked down to see her slim fingers digging into my flesh and twisting my dark red nipples cruelly. For a brief moment I wondered how she'd figured out that pain would give me pleasure, maybe I was sending unseen signals that I wanted to be hurt.

She examined my vagina and I heard her murmuring, vile obscene words which set my blood on fire. This was even wilder than I could have ever fantasised. Abruptly, she raised her head slightly, while at the same time forcing me to slide my pelvis slightly toward her and I shrieked loudly at the sensation of searing bliss, which blazed through my womb, as her tongue licked into my vaginal opening. The sensation was so intense that I couldn't help but express my ecstasy, in response to the intensity of the pleasure I was receiving. My fantasy was nothing like the searing thrills her tongue was wringing from my vagina at that moment.
       
I looked down. I could see her greedily licking into my widely spread labia, scooping out my sex juice with the flat of her pink tongue, as out of the corner of my eye I saw the door opening and Paul, Muriel’s husband walked in and approached us. I desperately tried to wriggle away and when I couldn’t make her aware that we were no longer alone.
       
'She's got a marvellous touch, hasn't she?' Paul asked as he stood beside the bed and stripped naked while watching my pussy lips close around his wife darting tongue as if it was an everyday thing to find one’s wife pleasuring another woman.

Her hand grasped his prick and, without halting her delicious and salacious sucking, stroked it to a full erection. His penis was extremely long and very thick much bigger than my husband’s. I was gasping with a pleasure so intense that it was close to pain. Wave after wave of constantly building pleasure surged within me. Under me I could feel Muriel spasming into an orgasm. I felt myself rising to the heights of orgasm in a way I'd never experienced before and suddenly the dam burst and the floodgates of released passion opened within me releasing a tidal wave of bliss which swept right through me and made me scream out in total ecstasy. I was vaguely conscious that my friend was still licking my inner folds with her shuttling tongue, and was also nibbling on my clit with the edge of her sharp teeth, when I felt something firm but rubbery brush against my lips. I opened my eyes and was confronted by the sight of her husband’s throbbing sex organ only a few centimetres from my face. Without being told to I opened my lips and allowed the leaking knob to penetrate inside my mouth.
       
I was being swept into a world of pleasure so intense that I lost contact with my surroundings. I was only aware of the scurrying sensations of impossible pleasure, Muriel was wringing from my clitoris with her tongue, lips and fingers. They blasted through my womb then throughout my entire body. I wanted to prolong the ultimate sensation as long as I could so that each small tingle of sensation could be savoured to the utmost of its erotic intensity. I sucked on the fleshy organ, in my mouth, as I caressed Paul's muscular thighs and buttocks with my fingers. With unknown before expertise I did my best to accommodate his huge erection in my mouth and throat and my lips became buried in his coarse pubic thatch as his testicles bounced against my chin. I kept my eyes open because I wanted to see my fingers slide over his jewels and my wet lips slide up and down his throbbing pole leaving it glistening with my saliva. At the same time that I was sucking on her husband’s prick I felt the hands of my friend wandering over my quivering thighs and buttocks. Her fingertips sent ripples of ecstasy leaping through me like the waves of a warm tropical sea. Using my own copious sex juice, as lubrication, she inserted her middle finger all the way up my bumhole in one smooth insertion. My sensitive hole easily absorbed her slim, slime-covered finger all the way to the knuckle. She moved it in and out, as her tongue continued to lick out my pussy and her teeth nibbled on my clit, then she slipped another finger to join the first one inside the convulsing sheath of my rectum. This I felt sure, in my euphoric state, was the ultimate pleasure. To have a woman screwing your bumhole, with her fingers, while she continued nibbling on the clitoris as her husband’s rod plundered deep into your mouth and throat
       
I was locked in a warm world of pulsing flesh, giving and receiving all that could be experienced. My clitoris and my labia, the delicate nerves of my inner vagina and my tight anus were all being stimulated, as they had never been stimulated before, by my wicked friend. At the same time my mouth was full of the hard flesh of a man, I believed was the perfect example of caring man, gentle yet as masculine as any woman could wish for.  He was so unlike my work-obsessed husband.
       
As I floated on a cloud of pure bliss there was a change of rhythm and Muriel's mouth pulled away, from my hot flesh, leaving me feeling bereft. I could vaguely hear the groans and half formed words which signified that she was once again orgasming. I looked over my shoulder and only then did I realise that Paul had all of his hand buried in her sex, up to the wrist, and was pumping it in and out as if it had been his prick. I could imagine what his fingers must be doing inside her sex-sheath and it heightened my own excitement. I'd never seen anyone being fist-fucked before, never had even thought it possible, and I climaxed from the lewdness of it. I imagined it being done to me, perhaps even in my back passage as gay men do. Almost simultaneously the throbbing tube of flesh, in my mouth, suddenly swelled and a sticky jet of semen splattered over my tongue and down my gullet and, at the same time, I felt the avid mouth return to torment my most sensitive parts.
       
Muriel firmly shut her lips, on my soft labia, and squeezed them together to put incredible pressure on my clitoris, while her husband spurted his sticky spunk into my gulping mouth. Paul grunted with pleasure as the last drop of spunk dribbled out of his rod and his penis began to soften. After I'd swallowed his thick slimy sperm and milked the last drop with a hard compression of my lips I licked his softening penis clean, and let it pop out of my mouth as my friend continued to clamp her lips firmly on my vaginal flesh, adding the sharp sensation of her teeth, as again I was brought to the pinnacle of release.
       
Paul clamped his hands on my swaying breasts, squeezing my nipples hard between his fingers, as his wife used her teeth on my clit and her tongue in my vagina, while her bunched fingers continued to ravage my bumhole. The triple sensations merged and a colossal climax exploded deep in my womb. I became extremely dizzy as incredibly sharply intense sensations chased each other through my thrashing body and swamped my mind. I saw lights in front of my eyes and rockets seemed to go off inside my brain. I collapsed on the sofa, still twitching, still climaxing like crazy. My heart was contracting and palpitating. My nipples throbbed as if they were being whipped and desire cascaded through my taut body. My mind was filled by a blinding white light so that my soul expanded, as I dissolved into an incredible ecstasy. I sensed tightness in my throat as for a brief moment I realised the immensity of my surrender! 
       
I shivered spasmodically as my sex tightened and I struggled to stay conscious and save my sanity.  How long I lay there I'm not certain. I came to when I felt the head of a penis pushing insistently against my pulsing bumhole, spreading the tight rim to accommodate it so that it absorbed the sticky moisture which had leaked so profusely from my pussy. Being screwed up the bum, in front of another, seemed the ultimate degradation and, in a last ditch effort at normalcy, I tried to squirm away. However a hard, stinging slap on my left buttock soon had me lifting my hips up to offer my hole for easier penetration. As I gasped with pleasure I felt the head pop through the outer ring then the shaft sank slowly and easily deeper and deeper within my scalding flesh. I spread my legs wider and wider to allow the hard penile flesh deeper penetration. His entrance was maddeningly slow. Inch after inch very slowly slipped easily into my quaking anal flesh, spreading, stretching bringing with it pure ecstasy which was unbelievably sharp and sweet. I felt long slim fingers stroke my breasts and grip my nipples as the rock-hard flesh drove deep within my back passage. It withdrew, sawing in and out of my hole with ease and smoothness, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure erupting through me. Each time his pelvis jolted against my buttocks, it caused my pussy to clench and open which forced globules of pussy juice to rise from its depth till it hung down in long pearly strands swaying to and fro in time with his thrusting. The power of his thrusts also caused my dangling breasts to wobble about and collide with loud fleshy sounds.

My eyes were wide open as the sensation of the hard penis, pounding in and out of my hole drove me toward another orgasm. All the while feminine fingers were grasping my clitoris hard and tugging it away from its root sending surges of incredible pleasure through me, which filled every corner of my brain and body. This was, I knew, the ultimate thrill.
       
How loud I screamed, I couldn't be sure. I only remember that I did as I came hugely. A huge tidal wave of orgasm spasming within me which made my mind snap and I passed out. I vaguely remember hearing Muriel shrieking out that Paul must not come in my bum but in my pussy but I could be wrong. 

When I came to I discovered that I was on all fours and that Paul had slipped his fleshy rod into my sex so maybe I did hear correctly. As I regained sense of where I was and what was happening to me Muriel slipped to her knees, in front of me, and lifted up my face with her hands. I was already desperately short of breath and it became even worse as she smeared her hairy, pubic mound over my face. My mouth was being buried in the sticky wetness of her pussy again. The sex-crazed couple used me for their own selfish sexual pleasure and although I was struggling for breath I was sticking my tongue as deep as I could into the sloppy pussy and spooning up the juices as fast as I could. 

Paul never stopped pounding his hard prick into me as hard as he could. I had become a sex object for their selfish pleasure and I loved every minute of it. Thoughts, personality and will all of those vanished to be replaced by an overwhelming need to absorb the couple into my body, to be filled by their sexual juices until I drowned.
       
As his hard rod pounded into me, from the back, my bottom worked, rotating and thrusting, as again and again I attained the peak of my pleasure. It was as if I was trying to milk the shuttling prick of its life-giving juice, which I craved. I flicked my extended tongue deep inside Muriel's clutching sex and licked, spooned and lapped like crazy. My nostrils were tickled by her coarse pubic hair, and moistened by the globules of pussy juice which had been trapped by the coarse hair. She moaned loudly, hips twisting, pussy slithering over my face as she tried to make me stick my tongue even deeper inside her loose sex. I moved my tongue to her erect clit, which had been rubbing against the bridge of my nose, and licked it. Immediately it perked up even more as she keened loudly, hips twisting, bottom rotating. A sharp keening sound escaped her throat. Her feminine odours flooded my nostrils and her juices invaded my mouth coating my inner cheeks and tongue. My flicking tongue left her erect clit and slithered past her open hole all the way down until the tip was touching the crinkled, fleshy rim of her bumhole. I roamed the tip around the puckered rim and dipped it inside the open hole while twirling my tongue. A cry escaped her and her hips churned as she clasped my face even harder against her as I corkscrewed my tongue inside her rectum. I worked most of my tongue into her tight hole, making her squirm delightfully as her sticky sex juices dripped all over my face. My tongue started an in-and-out motion which matched the motion of Paul's rod inside my squelching pussy.
       
Her tight, rotating hole moved round and round as I lanced my tongue in and out while the tip of my nose was squashing her clit, at the same time, as my tongue was trapped deep inside her hole. I heard her moaning with pleasure while her belly shimmered as she climaxed. Twice more she climaxed before she fell away from me exhausted.
       
I took in great gasps of air, into my starved lungs, as soon as my mouth was clear from the greedy clasp of her vaginal flesh. I could feel her sticky sex juice drying on my face and lips. I was in permanent orgasm and it was only when the fingers on my hips dug even more fiercely into my flesh, pulling my bottom back as far as it would go, that I realised that I was about to be spermed in my clenching vagina. Seconds later a howling sound, from Paul's mouth, accompanied the hot splashes of sperm which sprayed into my throbbing sex like a hot douche.        I was twisting and howling, as my orgasms rose to a crescendo, and my sex was filled with a l dose of hot, sticky sperm. Male grunts mingled with my screams and the hard rod, inside my climaxing sex, flexed as it unloaded potent sperm deep into my womb. A dazzling white light burst inside my head as intense pleasure, more exquisite than any I'd ever experienced before, flashed through my entire body and again I blacked out.

As I slowly emerged from the darkness I heard Muriel asking Paul whether he thought that he’d done the deed. I didn’t know what she was talking about until I heard him answer that if he didn’t get me pregnant this time they would have to keep trying until he did. That is how I learned that my best friend, who couldn’t have babies, had decided to use me as a surrogate for their ambition to have a family. I was angry and started accusing them of all sorts of things and saying that I would tell my husband and the authorities but why then did I willingly receive a second sperming,  an hour or so later, after Paul and Muriel combined to overwhelm me with the best sexing I’d ever experienced?

To conclude; it took several more session before he impregnated me and when my husband found out he threw me out but I didn’t care as I moved in with Paul and Muriel and have since brought two more lovely children into the world.