Caveat lector. If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Find my stories here- https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/ Copyright � 2003 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at normdeploom dot com' All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. My Best Friend By Norm DePloom I can't believe what Cathy did to me. We'd been best friends like, forever. Each of us had always been the one the other went to for a shoulder to cry on when some male had dumped us, or on us as the case may be. We'd always gone to each other for moral support when we were dumping some jerk we'd gotten involved with (usually over the objections of the other one). How could a person who's been through that much with you do what Cathy did to me? It all started last Friday when Cathy and I went out for a few drinks after work. We weren't on a manhunt, we were just out to have some drinks and dance away the evening. We loved to go out together when we both felt like dancing. We stumbled into Cathy's apartment around three o'clock in the morning. I was much too drunk, and exhausted from our dancing to drive home, so I decided to spend the night at Cathy's place. It wasn't the first time, we had often spent the night with each other. We'd often shared the same bed, and even cuddled a little, but it was all just friendship. We'd never gotten really sexual with each other, just a hug and maybe a friendly kiss now and then. I don't remember getting undressed, or going to bed. The next thing I remember is waking up. I was dreaming that I was being held down, I was struggling trying to move my arms and legs. Then I came fully awake and realized that I was tied to the bed. Next I realized that I was naked. I really panicked then, I started pulling against the ropes and screaming. My screams came out as squeals through the gag that was strapped into my mouth. I was sure that I must have gotten totally drunk and gone home with some psycho who was going to rape and murder me. After I exhausted myself pulling against the bonds that held me to the bed, I calmed down enough to realize that I was, after all in Cathy's bedroom. Had we both drank too much? Had we brought home some pervert who had already raped and killed Cathy? Was he even now disposing of her mutilated body? Was it only a matter of time before he came back and did the same to me? About the time I'd managed to convince myself that I was destined to be the next victim of a serial rapist/killer, Cathy walked into the room. The wave of relief that washed over my naked, bound body kept me from noticing that her naked body showed absolutely no signs of rape, torture, or dismemberment. What the fuck, was my only thought when that realization finally made its way to my consciousness. I began to wonder if Cathy was harboring some grudge against me and had arranged for me to be raped in her bedroom. Cathy sat on the bed beside my bound body, and let her hand rest casually on my belly. "Don't worry," she said giving me a gentle pat, "all will be revealed." Cathy was a mystery fan and loved using that cliched line whenever she got the opportunity. "The reason I've tied you up," she continued climbing on to the bed, "is because I have something to tell you." Cathy put one knee on each side of my bound body, then lowered her butt until I felt the warmth and moisture of her naked pussy on my tummy, just above my pubic hair. "Not so much tell you," she said leaning over so her breasts rested against mine, "as show you." The reason she tied me up? I almost missed what she was saying by concentrating on that one statement. "I love you." Cathy said. Hell, I thought, I love her too, she didn't have to tie me up to tell me that. "No," Cathy said, reading my thoughts as only an old friend could, "I mean I love you." The way she elongated the word love and the way she made little fucking motions against my belly with her wet naked cunt, made it abundantly clear what she meant. "Here's what I'm going to do," she said as she continued to gently rub herself on my naked skin, "I'm going to make love to you the way I've wanted to for years." Cathy moved several strands of matted hair out of my eyes as she continued. "When I'm done I'll untie you and you can do whatever you want about it." Cathy gently kissed my eyes and around my gagged mouth and continued to speak between the kisses. "If you never want to see me again, I'll understand. If you want to continue being 'just friends' I'll understand and never mention this again. If you like what I'm doing to you, well, then my most secret fantasy will have come true." My mind was still stuck on the 'I looooove you' part. Cathy moved slowly down my neck with gentle wet kisses that, I must admit, sent shivers down my back. It wasn't so much that I objected to the idea of Cathy making love to me, but more to the way she had chosen to do it. I resolved to not allow myself to become excited, no matter what my soi-disant 'best friend' did to me. My body, however wasn't getting the message, my right nipple hardened as soon as Cathy's lips touched it and, like it always does, it seemed like bolts of lightening were shooting straight from the nipple to my pussy. I could feel myself getting wet despite my resolve to not respond. As she sucked, nibbled and licked first my right, then my left nipple into excited erect-ness, Cathy slid her hand down across my belly, through my pubic hair and, after brushing gently over my pussy, up and down my inner thighs. Her lips followed the trail blazed by her adventures hand as she kissed and licked down across my stomach then ran her tongue in little teasing circled through my pubic hair. Just missing my clitoris and my pussy lips, Cathy left a trail of kisses down the inside of my right thigh as she reversed her position so her crotch was laying beside my head. Cathy untied my right ankle, and while she lavished kisses and soft licks on the back of my knee, she gently moved my leg up and out to the side then slipped another cord over my ankle to hold it there. I must admit to a reluctant moan when she concentrated her oral attentions on the back of my knee, an area I've found to be woefully ignored by most males. Moving to the other side of my naked restrained body, Cathy gave the back of my left Knee the same treatment as she repositioned that leg. By the time her mouth and hands were working their way back up my inner thighs towards my pussy, my legs were spread wide and my crotch was open to be used in any way she desired. I held my breath, waiting for that first electric touch of her tongue on my now thoroughly wet pussy, only to be maddeningly disappointed when she kissed along the crease where my thigh joins my crotch then, displaying a cruel streak I'd never seen before left my poor wet pussy untouched while she kissed her way back up the side of my belly toward my left breast. I started breathing again, thinking that some more sucking on my nipples would be nice, only to be disappointed, and surprised once again when her trail of kissed ran along the side of my breast and up into my armpit. Cathy stretched out beside me once again and nestled her face into the pit of my arm like she was making love to it. The only reason I didn't think about how strange her actions were, was because my pussy was making one huge wet spot on Cathy's bed. Short of buying a new mattress, I doubted that she would ever get rid of the smell of my sex in her bedroom, but maybe that was exactly what she wanted. I can't ever remember my pussy being this wet without being touched. Kissing up my neck, and across my face, Cathy slipped her naked body over mine and, stretching out back on my right side, kissed her way back down my neck and made love to my right armpit the same way she had to my left. By this time I had completely forgotten about my resolve to not respond to Cathy's forced erotic attentions. I was moving my hips, gyrating my wet, aching pussy in obscene fucking motions while I begged through my gag for her to make me cum. I almost screamed in anticipation of relief when Cathy began to kiss her way down the right side of my body. Then I did scream in frustration as she once again avoided the spot on my body that most needed her attention and worked her way all the down to the back of my right knee again. Moving with agonizing slowness, Cathy transferred her attention to my left knee then, as she kissed, nibbled and licked her way back up the inside of my left thigh she stretched out on her stomach and, finally, brought her talented mouth to my pussy. My whole body jerked against the cords holding me down when the end of her tongue flicked, ever so lightly across the the tip of my hard clitoris where it was protruding out between my pussy lips. Pulling me open with her thumbs, Cathy ran her tongue up and down the inside surface of my lips, then back over my exposed clitoris. I swear, my orgasm started as soon as her tongue touched my clitoris, and it only got better and better. It seemed like my entire being had shrunk to the point that it could reside totally inside that engorged little bundle of nerves, and every time her tongue moved across it, or her lips gently sucked on it, I felt like she was licking or sucking on my whole body. Once she had me open, and her lips snuggled firmly against me, Cathy reached around my legs with both hands and, cupping my breasts began to pinch, twist, pull, and tease my nipples while she drove me further and further into ecstasy land with her talented tongue. I was insane from the pleasure, thrashing around on the bed humping my crotch against Cathy's face with so much enthusiasm that I'm surprised that I didn't give her a bloody nose, but her mouth rode my pussy like a pro, relentlessly driving me from one orgasmic peak to the next. The delicious, delightful, pleasure giving licking and sucking suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and looked down towards the foot of the bed. Cathy was crawling up between my widespread legs; if she'd been a man I would have expected, and welcomed, a hard cock pushing into my well-prepared pussy. She moved her right leg to the outside of my body, leaving her left leg resting against my crotch. Lowering her head, Cathy began kissing my face and neck while she moved against my body just like a man would have if he were fucking me. In this position Cathy's left leg rubbed against my pussy while she rubbed her pussy against my right leg. As she fucked against me, and I eagerly fucked back against her, Cathy un-strapped the gag and pulled the ball from my mouth. Before I could say anything she covered my lips with hers and pushed her tongue inside. I was beyond caring about anything other than continuing the wonderful sexual feelings I was experiencing. Without pausing the fucking motions, or removing her tongue from my mouth, Cathy untied each of my wrists. As soon as my arms were free I reached down and, grasping her fanny with both hands pulled her tighter against me as we rhythmically fucked against each other's bodies. "Oh god," I said between renewed waves of orgasmic pleasure, as Cathy pulled her mouth from mine, "don't ever stop fucking me." "That," Cathy replied as she continued to fuck her body against mine, "is exactly what I wanted to hear."MyBestFriend