Her Best FriendbyFrank Noir©
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."
"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."
"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.
"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