Best Friend's Journey Pt. 04

"Haah!" She grunted, slapping back at me with her free hand as if to bat me away.

I continued thrusting and her convulsions suddenly ended as she tensed, the muscles in her neck becoming taut and a blush spreading quickly down from her face to her body. There was silence in the room other than the noise of my body colliding with hers.

"Fuck!" She cried, the tension in her suddenly releasing, her body shaking and pushing back against me again, over and over.

I glanced at Carl among all this. His skin had taken on a crimson hue, and he looked so focused on Jess that even if I said something to him, he wouldn't have heard it, the look of concentration on his face tight and harsh. He held his rapidly diminishing cock alongside where his girlfriend's hand had gone slack.

Jess pulled herself forward and off me, with a sigh. I sat back on my haunches, hoping that Carl's incident wouldn't end things, but also glad for the reprieve; my own approaching orgasm immediately waning.

"Baby, you've not even fucked me yet," Jess began, her voice sweet with no edge of accusation. "Was that too much for you?"

Carl was still bright red, and he lifted his shoulders in a shrug before replying quietly, "Did you just laugh at me?"

Jess flinched before saying, "No, you just surprised me..."

"Then what was that?" Carl demanded.

Jess pulled her hand away from his cock and slowly began to lick the cum from it before answering. I felt my cock leak a bit of precum at the unexpected, explicit sight.

"It was hot, seeing you cum like that," she sighed, a finger sliding into her mouth for emphasis. "It drove me over the edge."

Carl shook his head slowly and exhaled, "You should probably finish up while I go and clean up."

He began to stand up, grabbing the same towel as earlier and thrusting it over his deflated cock. Jess grabbed him before he got too far and pulled him into a deep kiss, stroking his cock through the towel with the same hand as before.

"Hurry back," she said, her voice saccharine. "I don't want you to miss the show."

He made an unreadable expression as he walked out of the bedroom.

"I don't want to finish yet, I'm not done," I said flatly to Jess, as the door swung closed.

"Just try your hardest to finish then, big boy," Jess said, her voice still obnoxiously sweet and innocent.

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs to me, "Come and fuck me."

I acceded, crawling forward towards where her pussy beckoned to me. The blush had mostly faded from her now, but it was still the most dishevelled I had ever seen her; makeup running down her eyes, with strands of hair plastered to her forehead. For all that, she still looked flawless: her flat stomach and narrow waist just emphasising the size of her perfect breasts and wide hips, her face still beautiful even with the 'ruined' makeup.

She wrapped her legs around me as I laid on top of her, drawing me towards her as I positioned my cock. With one arm wrapped around me, she cradled her breasts with the other, keeping them pressed together on top of her chest. This suddenly felt a lot more intimate. Her eyes found mine and she smiled, her beautiful pink lips drawing up to them; lit with desire. I couldn't resist and I began to press my face to hers.

She turned sideways before our lips could meet, "No kissing..."

"I'm literally fucking you," I replied, confused at the rejection.

"Yeah, 'fucking'," she said, voice quavering. "Not 'making love'. Not kissing. You're here to be used by me. Nothing more."

I heard the door open behind me and decided not to push the point, even if it felt like a shard of glass had just been pushed into me.

"I thought you were finishing," Carl stated.

Jess looked over my shoulder at him, "Just come and watch, baby. He's not close yet, and it will be quicker for him to fuck me than for me to finish him in other ways... I know you like it."

I felt the bed shift as he sat down at the head of it.

"Don't worry, mate," I said, not looking at him. "We were waiting for you. I'll warm her up for you, so when you're hard again, you can have a go."

"Don't talk about her like that," Carl grunted, shocking me with the iron in his voice.

"It's okay, baby," Jess crooned. "He won't last much longer with me. You know that."

I was determined to prove her wrong. But fine, if they just wanted to use me, then that's what they would get: a body to use. I would use them right back.

I pushed into her, her cunt still hot and wet from before.

"Ah!" Jess cried. "Careful!"

I grunted and continued, beginning to move my hips.

Jess returned her gaze to me, her mouth open loosely and her eyes half closed. I felt her hand begin to squeeze my shoulder, her nails gently digging into my skin.

Within minutes, I was pushed into her to the hilt again, my lightly haired pelvis tight against Jess's entirely smooth one. Each slow thrust drew a breath from her that was laced with pleasure. I pushed closer to her, feeling her breasts jiggling against me with each thrust.

"Harder," Jess demanded.

I complied, moving my hips faster; causing the meeting of our bodies slap together as if someone was clapping.

"Oh yeah," she moaned gently. "Keep going."

I pulled back from her so that I could see her body beneath me. Using one hand to keep from crushing her, I moved the other to her breasts, groping and kneading them. The excitement drove me into her faster, harder; the slow clapping becoming a rumbling applause as our bodies smashed together.

"Ah fu-" Jess let out, before stifling the words and letting out a noise of pleasure instead.

Her body writhed beneath me, breasts flowing back and forth on top of her body as it swayed up and down in rhythm with our motion. My hand continued to explore her, grabbing, stroking, pinching, caressing her gorgeous breasts; causing her puffy peach nipples to stiffen above the pink blush of her tits.

"Faster," she croaked. "Fuck me."

She was looking over my shoulder as she said that. Obviously, Carl wasn't getting the experience he wanted out of this. His loss; shouldn't have busted so fast.

I repositioned, taking my hand away from her breasts just long enough to gently roll her upwards from the hips, so that her legs were as close to going over my shoulders as I could get them.

She gasped and I heard Carl mutter something from behind me.

I began to thrust again, the feeling different this time as her vagina seemed to pull down on me from all sides.

"Oh- g-" Jess gasped as I sank deep into her.

"Fu-" she cried as I pushed in again.

"Sh-" she panted at another stroke.

I sped up, driving these noises out of her with each thrust. Her body below me squirmed in response; her arms grabbed for me, driving nails into my back, shoulders and arms, her breasts bounced almost to her face with each thrust.

It couldn't have even been more than a few minutes and I was still thrusting relatively slowly before Jess's gasps became moans and then cries of pleasure.

"Ah- Aaaah!" She cried in time with my thrusts, her grip on me tightening.

"Harder?" I asked, smirking.

Her eyes were wide and serious, the expression on her face looking more shocked than ecstatic, the pupils dilated to leave nothing but a thin ring of blue. She shook her head, or at least it looked like that from where she was pinned.

"I thought you wanted me to finish?" I asked.

Carl made a noise behind me, but I ignored it, watching Jess.

"Fu-," she whimpered as I came down on her. "Fuck- m-"

I smiled, thrusting again.

"Fuck me!" She panted.

I sped up, our bodies striking together with great slapping noises as her legs flopped uselessly around my shoulders.

"Ah!" She screamed. "Ah- Aaah- Ohhh!"

I pushed into her as frantically as I could in this position, trying to go harder without losing control. Without hurting her.

Her folded body tensed, locked up as her head strained back into the bed, neck muscles bulging as her nails began to bite into me. I continued exactly as I had been.

"I'm-" Jess cried, cutting off suddenly as she cried in pleasure.

I felt her body shaking where we touched, buzzing as if it was full of electricity. Still, I kept thrusting.

"Oh my god- oh my- oh god!" She cried again, body tensing again.

The outside world was gone to me. There was just the pleasure of impaling Jess over and over again, feeling her body tense and go limp time and time again against me. Nothing could feel better than this.

I snapped out of my reverie as Jess's eyes rolled back into her head and I saw a cock slide into her open mouth, stifling, but barely quieting the cries.

"Mmmgh!" Jess moaned, her mouth now full.

Even in her current state, she managed to pull a hand from where it had been gouging marks into my back, to grip the base of Carl's penis.

"Mmh," she cried. "Give it to me."

I could feel the urge to cum building up inside me, but now that Carl was back in the game, did it have to end so soon? I decided not, and slowed down, pulling back to let her legs fall limply to the bed.

"Don't fucking stop, mate," Carl growled at me.

"Mmm," Jess moaned in agreement, mouth hanging open limply as Carl furiously masturbated against her outthrust tongue.

I grabbed a pillow from behind me and got onto my knees. Using one hand, I pulled Jess's legs together, feeling her tighten around my cock, and lifted her up enough to slide the folded pillow under her, keeping her closed legs against me, up my torso.

Somehow, my cock hadn't fallen out of her in all this movement, so I pushed forwards into her again.

Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp, "Huh?"

Her noise of pleasure sounded like a question, but I didn't know what she was questioning, so I just continued thrusting into her.

This new angle gave me a better view of her body than when it was pressing against me. Her breasts flapped wildly in time with my thrusts and a blush seemed to cover her whole body, or maybe that was just the light. Her hair was dishevelled; strands coming loose from her usually perfect braids and sticking to her face or splaying around her head like a wild halo.

Carl was standing next to the foot of the bed, where Jess's head was positioned, using one hand to wank himself off in her face, while the other almost violently caressed one of her breasts. I took the opportunity to grope the other one as I continued thrusting.

"Mmmph! Mm- mmph- ahh!" Jess moaned as we used her.

One of her hands shot to just below her flat stomach and I suddenly felt a slight pressure on the tip of my penis. Her cries got louder so I looked to her hand.

From this new angle, each time I thrust up into her, her stomach seemed to almost bulge where her hand was now pressing down. I smiled in comprehension and continued plunging upwards into her.

Within minutes, Jess had become animalistic. Her cries were bestial and free of comprehensible words. I was single-mindedly thrusting into her over and over again, and from what I could tell, Carl was violently flogging his dick as if there was nothing else in the world.

"Ah- aah- uhh- mghh-" noises released form her with each thrust.

All that, and it hadn't felt like Jess had cum since being moved to this position, and that pissed me off. I could feel my own release building up and couldn't let this end without a final orgasm for her.

"Ungh..." I grunted, prompting a moan from Jess.

"Nn- no- not... ye- yet," I made out from a string of moans from her mouth.

I continued, feeling the end approaching. Overwhelming me.

Jess must have felt a change in my rhythm or my noises or something as she used her arms to lean up, angling her beautiful breasts towards me, and knocking Carl's cock out of the way.

"Fuck me, daddy!" She begged, eyebrows creased and eyes glistening wetly.

It was too much, and I grabbed her thighs tight to me, slamming into her with all my strength. I couldn't hold it back anymore. The tension inside me built to a tight point and released with a wave of pleasure that almost staggered me. I kept thrusting, but could tell my movements had become erratic, driving deep into her without rhythm.

"Anh! Give me your cum!" I heard Jess cry, distantly, before she cried out, slamming her arms against the bed and bucking against me.

As I felt the pleasure flow through me, cum blasting out of me and deep into Jess, I saw her convulse; the muscles on her stomach stood out as she went from leaning to lying angled downwards on the bed to arching her back as her hands gripped it, balling the sheets into her white-knuckled fists. Her breasts, uncontained, shook as her body convulsed, suddenly covered in a thick white substance.

Her legs tightened and my cock fought not to get crushed as her calves pushed heavily down against me.

The room was a cacophony of primal sounds as, somehow, we all came together.

After some time, the light-headedness faded, and the room became silent, but for our panting.

I breathed heavily, cock still throbbing inside Jess as her body trembled. Carl was on his knees beside the bed, head resting on the edge, right next to Jess's. Her eyes were closed, a serene expression on her face. Her chest rose and fell deeply, the rose-gold skin glistening with sweat where the limited light caught it.

I let out a deep breath, "It stinks of sex in here."

Jess smiled and began to laugh, opening her eyes to look at me, before looking down to where Carl faced her.

"You made a mess, baby," she said gently, voice hoarse. "And what are you doing on the floor?"

He seemed to laugh, face still pressed against the bed, before his muffled reply came, "Sorry... Came too hard..."

They both snorted and began to laugh. The pressure of Jess's laughter pushed my cock out of her, and she gasped, still laughing.

"Mate, what now? It's over for tonight," Carl grunted, turning his head to me, that iron from earlier returning.

"It's okay baby, I just laughed him... out of me..." Jess giggled.

I shrugged apologetically, before saying, "I can go again though."

I wasn't lying. Although it felt like I'd just cum like a hose putting out a fire, my dick was still almost as hard as rock, and I didn't want it to be over; just looking at Jess's sensual body was driving me mad with desire.

I missed whatever had been said, but Jess had sat up, pulled the pillow out from under her and was now holding a towel to herself.

"- believe you came in my girlfriend!" Carl finished in something like a whispered shout.

"So, that's a no then?" I asked.

"Fuck's sake, Sam!" Carl said. "Just piss off! We're done with you."

"Thank you," Jess's honeyed voice cut in. "We'll see you later. Go home."

"That's it?" I complained as Carl ushered me to my feet.

"Yes-" Carl hissed before being cut off by Jess.

"Thank you," she repeated. "I can't take anymore now-"

"And even if she could, it's done! You fucking spunked inside her, mate! Dickhead!" Carl shouted, some actual aggression coming through beneath the layer of joking, over-the-top shouting.

Jess smiled at me over his shoulder, looking innocent as I complained, "It wasn't my fault! You told me to finish!"

"You fucking enjoyed it anyway!" I gestured at the rapidly drying lines of semen across her breasts, but Carl clenched his jaw and began physically pushing me away.

"Alright, fine, sorry," I said, walking to the door. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll just be upstairs."

Carl continued herding me through their living room and to the front door without speaking. I caught one last glimpse of Jess in the bedroom, somehow looking even more beautiful in her bedraggled state - spent and seeming to glow in satisfaction, before Carl pushed me out the front door.

"My clothes! The keys!" I objected as the door shut on me.

"Carl!" I shouted, preparing to bang on the door.

It opened suddenly and Carl dropped a bundle of clothing in my hands.

"Now fuck off," he said, still with the undercurrent of real aggression, or something like it.

I jumped back, dropping some of my stuff, to avoid getting my still semi-erect penis caught in the door. I laughed to myself at the absurdity of the situation and his reaction to what I'd done to his girlfriend and returned to the flat above.

***

After cleaning myself up, I stayed put for a while longer, hoping I'd get a call or a knock on the door asking for a second round, but it never came. I considered going back down and trying to make it happen, but I wasn't drunk enough for that to not sound kind of pathetic.

It wasn't long into laying on the couch, scrolling through my phone that I heard the tell-tale sounds of grunting and moaning from below. I couldn't believe they were going again after Jess said she had had enough!

What was wrong with me? A year ago, I almost hated Jess. Now, the sound of her making love to my best friend was burning up my stomach. I should be happy that they're happy! I should be happy that I'm getting to fuck the sexiest girl I've ever met; the most beautiful girl I've ever met. I should be happy that I don't have any commitment to her, that I can fuck her and fuck off.

Was this feeling because they were using me? Wasn't I using her? Was it because they were daring to give me something, but only on their schedule?

I looked at my phone. It was late, but not too late to go out, right?