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Friendly Fucking

byPlaice©

Darrel had been keeping an eye on Ella for quite some time. She was in his bedroom spread out on top of the duvet while sleeping and he'd been watching her from the doorway smoking a cigarette. He'd been pondering about what to do about her. She was one of his best friends, a lovely person with intellect and wit. But she was also a woman wearing only thin panties and an oversized shirt which was riding up over her ass giving him a full view of the firm, fleshy cheeks. He slowly had a drag of his smoke, closed his eyes and listened for the little voice of reason in the back of his head which should have told him to put on a tie and a shirt and head to work. Instead a growling need shivering through his bones made his heart start beating faster as it silently shouted: "Go get what you need!", and Darrel snubbed out the cigarette in the nearest ashtray as he unzipped his pants intending to do just that.

They'd been friends for ages. In secondary school he'd been the one to start a rumour about how she kissed all the boys and as she'd been crying in the toilets about how that was not true, he'd acted as a saviour comforting her. They dated for two weeks. Then they broke up. That was pretty much how their relationship continued over the following years and as Darrel climbed into bed and slipped naked across the duvet towards Ella, he tried to remember how many times they'd argued and dated other people just to get back together.

Right now he was dating Amanda, a tall woman with a heavy chest and a minimal brain. Ella was with Lou, a handsome but nerdy guy who cared more for interfacing online than actually walking to the next room to talk to her. They both hated their picks and as Ella came over for dinner, they fucked. The food was still standing cold on the table. Darrel couldn't even care about it.

Darrel's warm hand stroked across the lower of Ella's back as he pushed her further up. Her skin was pale and clean, her spine curved beautifully and still all he could think about was how perfect she would be had she gotten those D-cups he offered to pay for back in 2009. They'd had sex and Ella had joked about him never being generous, so he'd pulled out a cheque and offered her a nicer look. She'd slapped him for that.

"But damn, you could be sexy," Darrel purred as the shirt crumbled around her shoulders. He couldn't take it off of her without waking her up. Instead he brushed a lock of her messy hair out of her face and glanced at her ruined make-up. It started dripping as she sobbed earlier from him grabbing her ears too harshly as she was sucking him off. He liked this look the best. "You look like the little whore you are," he whispered to her ear and she moved slightly.

Darrel started slipping both his hands down her body. He brushed across her skin with his long fingers, dug his tips into her buttocks and leaned down to kiss each cheek. She smelled of sex and sweat, of perfume and deodorant wearing off. But she tasted wonderfully of him. As he grabbed her moist panties and dragged them down, he could smell how he'd been in her, had her - the scent of fucking was overwhelming and as he dug his face in between her buttocks, it only grew. He let her panties hang loosely by her knees as he spread her open and started licking at the line of her ass. His wet, thin tongue slipped around her pucker, teased the muscles at her entrance and left a wet trail down towards her pussy. He pursed his lips and kissed her wetly on the inside of her thighs and her ass, he placed sloppy kisses on her hole. She tasted of soap and sperm, and every time he dragged his tongue down closer to her pussy, he could taste her wetness. Her labia opened easily for him and allowed him to tease her with his mouth and feel how they pulsated and grew a little at the treatment. Ella had started to move on the bed and she was panting in her sleep. But it took a little more to wake her up fully.

Darrel popped his finger in his mouth and wetted it well before pushing it into her ass. Her pucker complied with his pushing and the muscles only slowly tightened around him. But as he forced a second finger inside of her, that's when Ella bashed her eyelashes harshly and moved her head to see what was going on. Her pucker tightened around his two fingers immediately and her slick muscles rubbed around them hotly as her lips parted and she stared at him in disbelief.

"Fuck you," she then mumbled quietly as if out of breath.

Darrel smirked a little and twisted his fingers around, making her jump a little and moan. Her fingers dug into the duvet to grab at something. "I'll be doing the fucking," he replied swiftly.

"Such a bad joke."

"But a good fuck." Darrel curled his fingers a little before dragging them out slowly. Ella was moving her whole body with every little move he made. It was as if she tightened up every muscle until he was almost outside of her, then she breathed out and relaxed - too soon. As Darrel felt her pucker loosen he quickly forced his fingers deep inside of her until his knuckles slammed to her soft skin. It left her moaning for more.

"Oh gosh," he heard her mumble before she pressed her face into a pillow and he laughed as he started fucking her ass using two fingers only.

She was tight - very tight and very warm, and her muscles worked wonderfully on him. He reached up with the other hand to grab at her buttock to squeeze it. Then he lifted his hand and landed a sharp slap on it. "Ouch!"

He slapped her once again just as he pushed inside, and she whined lightly and stretched her whole body in protest.

"Ah... it hurts," she gasped.

"You've had worse," he smirked at her and reached in between her legs as he rubbed her wet pussy. Her labia were spreading for him, her clit had hardened with the pleasure of her ass being used, and he could easily push two fingers into her already fucked hole and feel his cum still stuck in there. It made a wet noise as he started fucking both her holes at the same time. "See? You're so wet!" he proclaimed and got a loud moan in response. "You're loving being treated like a slut."

"Stop... ah... calli-nngh me that!" Ella gasped and Darrel forced a third finger into her pussy in the same.

"Why? Oh, you prefer being a whore maybe?" he teased. He knew she wanted to reply, but couldn't - she was wriggling and moving all over the duvet now, but then suddenly she curved her back some more and reached behind her. Her fingers sought his hair and dug into his dirty locks.

"Lick me again," she said with a strained voice and as he looked her in the eyes, he could tell she needed it. She'd slipped into her own world of pleasure and he let her guide him to her ass. She twisted her fingers around his hair and tugged at it as she urged him to lick, and he started doing just that; again his rough, slim tongue started rubbing around her entrance which was stretched slightly by his fingers. Listening to her moans to figure out where she liked it the best, he kissed, sucked, licked and circled her skin until she was gasping and her whole body seemed to be vibrating. It was turning him on hugely; his cock was standing up straight into the air filled to the brim with blood, and it was hard, his balls pulling up though heavy with cum he felt almost ready to spurt, and he knew he had to go on soon.

Darrel pushed his fingers all the way into her pussy again as he pulled the other ones out of her ass and instead pushed in his tongue. Ella whined as she felt his wet muscle move inside of her, rubbing around and licking her clean. Her eyes rolled backwards and she bit her lower lip as sweat slipped down her skin and made her feel dirty. She was wet all over and she was sure she'd marked the bed with a big, damp spot. It would only get worse when Darrel first started fucking her. She wasn't sure what hole he would pick this time, but as he pulled his head back and positioned himself behind her ass, she didn't need to ask him. His eyes were shining in need - he was going to take her ass.

Darrel grabbed at his pulsating cock as he gave it a few strokes. He didn't even need lube this time; his length was smeared with precum that had slipped from the tip of his cock, and her ass was wet with licking and her own liquids she'd been sleeping in. Some lube from earlier was still sticking to the side of her pucker and he gently pressed his cock around to get it all onto himself before pushing her ass up into the air for a better aim. He pushed her in a way so that her upper-body was smashed to the bed while her ass was wriggling right in front of his cock. Then he spread her cheeks, pushed his cockhead to her entrance and started sinking inside.

Ella was tight. She felt it right away and gasped at the feeling. It was very different from having her pussy fucked, it felt way more intrusive and yet so good. She felt dirty. She felt like the whore Darrel said she was. Still she was tight like a virgin; Darrel's fat cock was squeezed by her inner muscles and he felt she was milking him as he pushed himself in. It roughly slipped deep into her inch by inch, all the liquids helping it along, but she could still feel a lot of the pressure and force it took, and her body shivered at the entry.

"Oh god, oh god," she whimpered and Darrel glanced at the ceiling as he took in a deep breath. The pulse in his neck was going crazy.

"Oh fuck yes!" he growled and wrinkled his brows. He was holding tightly onto her ass to keep her buttocks spread and his fingers were making red, deep marks in her skin, but all he could focus on was the tightness of her around him. As soon as he was all the way in, his cockhead bumping to the soft inner of her, he pulled out slowly just to slam right back in in a violent move. It shook her whole body; the bed shrieked a little, but it only added to his excitement. He grabbed at her as he started fucking her quicker and quicker, his pace speeding up with every dragging second, and Ella gasped and whined and moaned as she was roughly pushed forward and back by Darrel's sheer force. His balls were slapping to her skin making noise, he was grunting and his hands were leaving marks. It hurt, but in a good way - she could feel her pussy dripping of pleasure and her nipples were hardening in her shirt so tightly it almost hurt. She felt as if she was pushed to the edge with every pound and then brought back again as he pulled out a little. All the senses were making her crazy. Most of all as he started going even more rough on her.

Darrel couldn't get enough - he'd just fucked her two hours earlier but he wanted more and he wanted it tighter. He leaned in over her bended, abused body as he started ramming into her with his whole weight put into every slam, and Ella had to grab onto the headboard with flailing hands as she was literally pushed across the duvet, her smaller body forced up against the head of the bed. It was whining beneath them and they couldn't care. Her ass was wobbling between his hands, her hole was stretched to a limit and her clit was so sensitive a single stroke could make her orgasm. She wanted badly to come, but she couldn't reach down and do it herself without falling over or smacking to the headboard by Darrel's rough treatment. Instead she tried to collect enough air to speak:

"Plea...seeh, ahh, I need... I need to come!" she whined and Darrel laughed behind her in a deep, cruel voice.

"Do you?" he asked and she smacked her face to the pillow as he fucked her even quicker.

"Please, Daahrell," she begged and finally he reached a sweaty hand in beneath her to circle her clitoris. That was all it took - Ella came in a violent orgasm, her whole body shaking and her mouth falling open as she moaned loudly. She cried out and then gritted her teeth together to stay silent, but her following low pants and moans as she pushed her ass back in shakes with the orgasm still rolling down her body were not quiet. Darrel heard each and every one of them as he grinned, sweating and panting so hard his cheeks were deeply red.

Then he finally came too.

His balls pulled up and he spurted four thick loads of cum deep inside of Ella as he couldn't hold back anymore. He slammed into her one last time and stayed swaying in over her body with his gaze fixated on a spot on the wall, his brows wrinkled and his lips stretched before he gasped out. He gave up in his body, slipped down and landed on top of her without pulling out of her first. She growled as his weight pressed her into the bed, but then she silently accepted his arms wrapping around her and the kiss he pressed to her hair.

"You were a good fuck," he said and she smiled sarcastically.

"Was I now?"

"A good whore."

"Hm. Thanks. You were okay."

"Okay?" He slapped her lightly and Ella laughed. She reached over, turned her head and kissed him.

"Want to date again?" she asked in a shy whisper.

Two hours later Amanda got a phone call. She was told Darrel felt their relationship was going nowhere and that he needed a break. He had that break in Ella's bed.

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