I [M] got an epic BJ from my crush’s [F] BFF while my crush was watching

I’m 38 now. I’ve aged, as they saying goes, like a good Scotch; but after getting married, as so often seems to happen, my wife’s sex drive dropped off and I’ve never met someone who was tempting enough for me to cheat. That said, when I was younger I had a number of adventures, especially during and after college. I have a spank bank like most guys, but I can often just think back to the crazy times of my youth when I need to get off.

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One of my favorite memories comes right after my abroad semester in sophomore year. My school did the spring semester in Rome every year for the sophomores, and a couple lady friends and I made plans to travel in the UK and Ireland at the end of the semester.

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Now…a little bit of backstory is required here. One of the girls, Angie, I’d had a massive crush on since freshman year. She was, no joke, two inches above being legally considered a midget – so she always said. She was 4′ 10″ at any rate. She was fit, curved in all the right places, and Sicilian. The other girl was her BFF Betty. Betty was cute in a freckly Irish girl sort of way, closer to my height, with significantly fewer curves. I’d never thought of her as my type, but she was attractive.

So we made our plans, went to Italy, and…at some point Angie found out that I was crushing on her and freaked out. I had always intended to be a gentleman while we traveled (valued her friendship too much to risk blowing it, yadda yadda), but now my end of semester plans were in jeopardy. Fortunately things got smoothed over (due to Betty, I found out much later, but it’s good to keep in mind for later in the story), and the three of us went on our travels.

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Part way through the trip we were bunked up in a hostel in Dublin in what amounted to a private triple – bunk on one wall, single on the opposite wall. I ended up with the top bunk. We were in town for a few days, and after several back-to-back late nights, there came a point where I opted to stay behind for a nap while the girls went out someplace.

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***fun starts here***

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The girls got back while I was still asleep. Apparently while they were out, Betty had been needling Angie about friendzoning me (unbeknownst to me). When they got back and found me snoring, they apparently decided to quietly continue the discussion. Nobody ever gave me a play-by-play, but Betty apparently got fed up and said (according to what she told me later), “Well if you’re really not interested, then I’m going to have some fun.” Angie said whatever, but I don’t think she expected what happened next, because Betty got up, went over to the bunk and stepped up onto the ladder, and started to gingerly unzip me and take me out in full view. I had” nap wood,” which for me is basically fully armed and operational, so at this point I was asleep, exposed in my girth six-inch glory.

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Angie flipped and practically shouted at Betty asking what the hell she was doing. I jolted awake to hearing that and then seeing/feeling Betty with her hand on my shaft with a smirk on your face.

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“Dumbass, you woke up Ken,” she said to Angie. Then she looked back at me and said, “I guess you owe her one,” and took me entirely into her mouth in one smooth motion.

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Her nose hit my pelvis and my head hit the pillow. I was massively not expecting this, but I was still a little groggy and wasn’t going to say no even had I been fully awake. It turns out that Betty was something of a closet slut – she gave some of the best head I have had to this day, and is one of only two girls who has been able to get me to come from straight oral ever. She was alternating between deep throating me, swiveling her head on the up and down strokes, and teasing me with her tongue while massaging my scrotum. Every time I started to tense like I was going to cum, she would slow down and switch it up effectively edging me repeatedly.

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“Doesn’t this look fun?” Betty said over her shoulder to Angie during one of her lulls.

As if a light switch went off in my head, I turned to made eye contact with Angie. The girl looked shocked and mortified and was beet red (quite a feat for a Sicilian complexion)…but she wasn’t looking away, either.

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Right then Betty impaled herself again and I groaned from somewhere deep down near my prostate while still being eye-locked with Angie. I’ve always been slow to climax, and having just been asleep plus the awkwardness of being blown in front of my crush by her BFF meant that I wasn’t exactly primed to fire. Betty’s head game was so good, though, that even with the tension of the situation I wasn’t getting any softer, and she was clearly in it for the long haul. After about ten minutes, she gave herself a break. By which I mean she switched to teasing my balls with one hand while running the fingers of her other hand around the rim of my head and tickling my frenulum.

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“Jesus, Ken,” she smirked. “I had no idea you were built for marathons. I’m going to have to up my game, huh?” Then she looked over to Angie with a wicked grin as she slicked up her left index finger with saliva and then, to my eternal shock, started easing it up my ass while she worked my shaft with her right hand.

I hadn’t had that kind of sensory overload before and I just leaned my head back and groaned. Taking that as encouragement, Betty kept going until she could flex and start stimulating my prostate while she resumed her oral ministrations.

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I was not going to last very long under this kind of sensation, I could tell. I opened my eyes again and glanced over to Angie. She had stopped staring at me for a moment and had turned her focus to Betty and my cock. As I watched, she slowly moved her hand under the waistband of her yoga pants and down to her pussy and started very subtly playing with herself. She shuddered, just ever so slightly.

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Something flipped on inside me, kind of like a light bulb – suddenly I was no longer awkward about being watched. I washed actually getting more turned on by the second. I let myself moan a little louder, which brought Angie’s eyes back to mine. She didn’t stop playing with herself either. She just had this glazed expression that was a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She shuddered again, harder, just as Betty impaled herself again and started milking me with her throat.

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That was it. Stick a fork in me, I was done. My body was literally shaking and I grabbed the sides of the mattress as my hips rose of their own accord and I let out something between a groan and a yell. Betty stayed exactly where she was, massaging my prostate and milking me for every single drop I had while I just went catatonic.

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When I was done, I looked back to where Angie had been sitting but she was gone. Betty walked around the bed with a sultry smirk and just said, “I think she had to use the bathroom.” She gave me a peck on the cheek as she walked by, winked, and then left the room.

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This isn’t my only story, or even the only story of that trip. If you want I’ll keep writing, just let me know!

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