Jennifer pulled off her shirt and started to unfasten her bra.
“Come on, let’s go!”
Lori nervously fidgeted with a ball gag that was sitting on Jennifer’s nightstand.
I looked at her with disbelief and feigned indignity. I asked, “you want me to go down on you right here? Right now?”
We been drinking for several hours, and we’re pretty drunk. Lori, Jennifer’s best friend, and I had both driven in from out of town, and were staying the night. The talk had turned to sex, and of course, masturbation. How did you do it? When did you do it? When did you first do it, etc. I guess the conversation aroused her and Jennifer, my on-again-off-again sexually liberated girlfriend had decided she wanted me to make her cum right there with Lori on the bed next to us.
“Yeah, I’m wet. And if you weren’t here, I’d make Lori fuck me with her tongue.”
I turned and looked at Lori, she smiled a nervous smile. I knew that Jennifer and Lori had fooled around, but Lori didn’t know that.
“What about Lori?” It really didn’t matter, but I felt that the question needed to be asked.
“She can watch. She’s a big girl and she can take care of herself. She knows where my toys are.”
Okay, this wasn’t planned, but I wasn’t complaining. Since Jennifer and I had broken up, our relationship had gone from dysfunctional to just plain weird. She loved it when I made her cum with her tongue, and I loved to do it. I’m hooked on the experience of feeling and hearing a woman writhing and bucking while she orgasms on my face. So, I’d occasionally drive three hours to give her head, and she’d occasionally drive three hours to get head. Sometimes we’d fuck, but usually not. This was all about me licking her to orgasm.
Jennifer was tall. At 5’11”, she’d was a former college athlete whose body was almost a freak of nature. Everything about her was outsized. Her DD breasts were almost perky, despite their size, and her flat stomach led to a perfectly bald mound.
She pulled her panties and pyjama pants off quickly in a utilitarian way, then pulled me onto to her and started kissing me. Lori laid next to us, watching, and wearing a tee shirt and a pair of oversized boxer shorts.
Jennifer put both of her hands on top of my head and pushed me down. I sucked her pink nipples, and bit the lightly for a few seconds before kissing my way down her stomach. I crawled down, and assumed the position between her legs with both arms wrapped around her thighs.
When I reached the top of her slit, I placed the tip of my tongue ever so lightly in it, but then moved to the left, kissing and biting her inner thigh all the way to her knee, then reversing the process, brushing her pussy with my mouth as I moved across it, kissing and biting her other thigh. She squirmed a bit, and let out a sigh of frustration when I did this.
I worked my way, slowly, back up her leg. I pulled the lips of her pussy apart and licked around them. Finally, I hit her clit with my tongue and worked steel bead of her piercing jewlery, rolling it around, tugging on it and flicking it. She let out a gasp and her hips rose up off of the bed to meet my face. I looked up, and could see Lori, lying on her side next to her playing with Jennifer’s breasts and I saw her move in to kiss her.
I focused on what I was doing. I kept licking her clit, adjusting the speed, intensity and pressure of my strokes based on what seemed to make her more excited. After a bit, I slid two fingers of my right hand fully into her pussy and she began to fuck my hand as she got further and further lost in her own little world. I increased my intensity, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. I could hear her taking faster breaths between the sounds of she and Lori making out.
Her legs went taught, he hips rotated upwards, and she groaned. She was cumming. I pushed my fingers inside of her as far as I could and began to stroke the upper wall of her vagina with the come-hither motion, hoping to increase the intensity of her orgasm. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it so that my face was buried in her pussy.
I continued to work her clit with my tongue and the inside of her pussy with my fingers as she bucked, writhed, moaned and whimpered. After 30 seconds, she pushed my head out of her crotch. I sat up, and she and Lori laid there giggling and kissing.
She rolled over and wrapped the blanket around her and closed her eyes. I crawled up between Jennifer and Lori and said, “what about me? Don’t I get something in return?”
“Nah, I’m tired.”
I looked at Lori with a look of disbelief. I’d given this girl a mind bending orgasm, and she was going to roll over and go to sleep?
“What? Not even a reciprocal blow job?”
“Nope. Ask Lori. She’s good at giving head?”
“That’s not really fair, is it.”
Silence. Between the booze, the late hour, and the sex, she’d passed out.
I looked at Lori again. Then I rolled over and kissed her. Full and hard. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back. I climbed on top of her and ran my hands up her shirt, squeezing her small breasts. I was acutely aware of the nearly painful erection that I’d had since I started going down on Jennifer.
Lori was as tiny and cute as Jennifer was big and gorgeous. She was 5’3”, with dark hair, dark eyes and small breasts. She had none of Jennifer’s curves, but was still sexy, especially at that moment.
I pulled Lori’s shirt up and began to suck and bite her nipples with a maniacal urgency. She moaned. My right hand slid quickly along her waist, and I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of the boxers. Then, I just as quickly pulled my own boxers off, and positioned myself between her legs.
I was going to fuck my ex-girlfriend’s best friend. In her bed. With her passed out next to us.
I started to mount her. She grabbed my cock and lined it up with her neatly trimmed pussy. Between her wetness, and the copious amount of precum that covered my head, it slid in with practically no resistance. We both groaned upon penetration, and I began to fuck her as fast and as hard as I’ve ever fucked any woman.
It was hot animalistic sex. I pounded myself into her. She dug her fingernails into my back, and bit my shoulder. All I could think of was dumping hot cum as deeply into her as I could. I was fucking her like my life depended on it, but I was trying not to finish. I wanted to feel her cum with my cock inside of her, and after what seemed like a lifetime. I heard her say, quickly, and in a breathy voice, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” She let out a little shriek and I could feel her legs closing and her push her pussy against my cock.
I worked hard to stay deep inside of her as she came. This was what I wanted, and I knew it would make bring me to orgasm almost instantly. I thrust myself into her with the first shot of cum, grunting and driving as hard as I could. I drew back and hammered into her pussy again, and again. I was fucking her so hard, I felt as if she might split in two, or at very least, have a bruise on her pubic mound when I was done. It felt like every ounce of my life force was being funneled into her for that one moment, and every thrust used every ounce of energy I could muster.
Then, it was quiet and we were still, covered in a light film of sweat. Jennifer was still passed out. I rolled over on my back, and Lori put her head on my chest. The last thing I remember, Lori was smiling as we as we both joined Jennifer by passing out.
The following morning, we all woke up hungover, and Jennifer made us coffee. We were all sitting around her bedroom when she said, jokingly, “So, Quasi, did you get your blowjob from Lori?”
Lori didn’t wait for me to answer, “no, we just fucked instead. It was really hot.”
Jennifer laughed, “no you didn’t. You’re lying!”
I stood there, afraid to say anything with my head pounding, not believing what was happening.
“How do you know?” Lori asked. “We fucked like mad after you passed out on us.”
“Ha. I know you guys didn’t fuck because there are no used condoms here. You wouldn’t have done it without a condom!”