I [F][BI] seduced my best friend’s [F][BI] boyfriend [M][Str8] – Part 2

Heya again everyone!

So I posted part 1 here a few days ago and promised a follow up.

A few weeks pass and Erika and I are having some drinks one evening. We talk about college, work and of course, sex comes into the conversation. By this point, we’re well passed the tipsy stage and bordering on drunk. She begins to tell me about a guy in a class of hers who flirts with her constantly and that she’d been flirting back more and more as the weeks go by. Erika and Paul are not in an open relationship (not on paper at least), but it’s something she’s obviously interested in. My memory is very spotty with this conversation, but this is the basic gist of how it went. I ask her,

“Do you want to sleep with this guy?

To which she responds,

“Yeah, I talked with Paul about it and he seem pretty on board with the idea of an open relationship.”

The conversation continues about this guy she wants to fuck, how hot he is, blah blah blah for a little while. Typical Erika bragging; though I don’t help by enabling her by keeping the conversation going, or so I thought. She says to me,

“Paul said that he’d be ok with her fucking this guy and anyone else in in future as long as he could do sleep with other people too.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach.

“Does he have someone in mind?”

I asked casually.

She laughed awkwardly and replied,

“Yeah, he asked if he could fool around with you.” She took a sip of her drink.

“He’s dreamt about you before and I finished him off, remember?”

My face dropped and I felt tingles running down my arms.

“Yeah, I remember.” I replied, smiling like a nervous idiot.

“First he’s dreaming about you, then he’s saying how great your tits looked in that black dress you wore the night we went out partying.”

I laughed nervously.

“You’ve gone all red!” Erika teased.

I shifted awkwardly, still laughing nervously. There was a moment of awkward silence. Erika says,

“I’m ok with him fucking other girls by himself, but I’m not willing for him to fool around with you.”

“It will be too weird for me because we’re so close.” I responded. “Though Paul is hot and I definitely would if you weren’t dating.”

“Maybe I’d consider it if I got something out of the situation. I’d want to know what happened for sure, you know?” Erika replied.

“What, like if we filmed it or something?” I said.

“Or if I watched. I don’t know I’m so fucking drunk right now I’d agree to god knows what!” Erika laughed. “Maybe I’d let you see him naked.”

By this point I felt confident enough to just let loose. We were both extremely drunk and all my inhibitions had gone.

“Would you let me fool around with him if you were in the room? Could I make out with him?” I asked confidently.

Erika squinted and smirked at me,

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?”

I smiled and shrugged innocently,

“Maybe. I wouldn’t say no if the offer was on the table.”

Erika shut down the conversation as she started to become less enthusiastic about the topic. I didn’t want to try and enable things any further because I didn’t want to burn the idea down.

The next morning we talked about the discussion the night before and apologized for making things uncomfortable. Erika was forgiving as we were both very drunk.

A couple of days pass by and I’m in the kitchen making some coffee. I get a text from Erika:

“Are you awake?” It read. I responded.

She came downstairs and approached me.

She hesitated and bit her lip. He finger traced her bottom lip lightly, then she looked at me.

“Want to see Paul cum?” She whispered softly.

I froze for a brief moment.

“Yeah, I would.” I responded with a little nervous smile. “On like, a video or something?”

“No, right now in my room.” She whispered. “Give me 10 minutes. I’ll text you.”

I go straight upstairs and freshen myself up as best as I can. I change into my low cut pajama top and shorts and wait. It was the longest wait in my life. Erika texts me to come into her room. I walk into their room and they’re both sitting back on the bed.

The three of us were visibly nervous. Erika began running her hands over Paul’s chest and stomach, tracing around his semi erect cock. I sat on my knees at the end of the bed, my hands resting on my legs.

Erika kept looking at me and then back to Paul to see what I was observing. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, her eyes still flicking to me. Paul looked so nervous; his eyes closing shut tightly every few seconds, trying his hardest to focus. He would look to both of us, but our awkwardness was obviously taking a toll on his performance.

I began tracing my legs and stomach, which caught his eye, and Erika’s. I worked my way down to my pussy, running a finger either side. My eyes darted back and forth to both of them.

Erika’s eyes flickered when she noticed my hand gently rubbing my crotch, then she averted her gaze to Paul’s cock which was now growing. What began as a light teasing with one finger became a full grip, her thumb teasing the tip of the head.

Erika slowly pulls the foreskin down; it slid effortlessly over the hardened ridge of his bulbous head which throbbed and swelled every second or so. The head popped out as the skin receded, a drop of precum leaking out. Erika takes two fingers and collects a heavy dollop of the mixture, placing it on her tongue. She lowers her head down and plants her lips on the tip of his cock and begins gently sucking.

My legs closed tight with my hand between them, fingers pressing firmly on my clit. My PJ shorts were soaking wet.

Erika’s lips confidently massages the head of Paul’s penis, her tongue peeking out after every suck. Her breaths getting heavier as she got more excited; the squelching of her wet lips enveloping his throbbing helmet.

I begin rubbing my clit in soft circles in motion with her sucking. Paul began panting heavily. Erika releases his cock and slowly works the shaft, which was already going soft. She motions for me to come closer. I shimmy over and sit on the opposite side of Paul. Erika releases her grip on him and offers him to me. My fingers slide around Paul’s shaft and I begin to slowly work him. He begins to gradually harden as I slowly pull the foreskin down over the head which is now glazed with a thick layer of precum and saliva. I loosely pursed my lips and placed them on the tip of Paul’s penis. It was silky and hot and twitched incessantly. My lips widened and traveled down the throbbing shaft; feeling the ridge of the head, the thick vein pulsing against my tongue. I took him to the base and held his penis firmly with my tongue and began sucking slowly; my tongue hypnotically rolling waves against his rock hard baton, saliva gently seeping out with each suck. I quickly slide back up and take a breath.

His hand finds it’s way to the back of my head, gently gripping it and moving in sync with my bobbing. Erika moves in and I release him, a string of saliva and precum bridging between my lower lip and the head which snaps, sticking to the underside of his shaft. I wipe my lip and swallow hard, breathing heavily, my heart still pounding with nerves.

Erika slides her pajama bottoms off, her ass cheeks rolling as her pajama’s fell to the floor. I could see her vagina peeking out slightly from her thong between her legs as she bent over; the lips swollen and soaking wet. Her fingers hooked under her tank top and revealed her ample breasts; the nipples stood to attention. Her back arched as she lifted her top off and threw it aside, her breasts bouncing as she did so. She looked amazing naked and I felt a rush of envy. She lifts a leg over and straddles Paul. Erika slides her thong to one side, revealing her pussy, which she places on Paul’s shaft and grinds slowly a few times, lifts herself up to let him inside her. I watch as my whole body quivered with jealousy, envy and lust. She sinks down slowly, arching her back, her head and lets out a slow moan. Her hands planted firmly on his chest, she begins grinding him hard and fast. Her breasts jiggled harder the faster she grinded, her breaths were short and rapid.

My hand was pressed firmly into my vagina; my middle finger wedged between my labia, pressing on my clit which I rubbed furiously.

She slows down and lifts herself off. She turns over, crawls and places her hands on the headboard. Her legs spread and pushes her ass in the air, presenting herself to Paul and welcoming him inside. Paul knelt behind her and gripped her; his fingers pressing into the soft pillow of her hips. Erika’s smile stayed as she bit her lip which abruptly changed as her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened and pupils dilated as a weak gasp escaped her lungs; her eyelids fluttering as her eyes rolled back.

“Ooooooooohhh fuuuuuuuucccck…” She whimpered softly.

I felt the headboard shift as her grip tightened, her arms shuddering as Paul slid inside her.

He began hammering into her. His forearms tensed, gripping the soft pillow of her hips. Beads of sweat ran down his chest trickling along the bulging veins that decorated his torso and arms. As his loins impacted Erika, it sent shockwaves that travelled through her entire body; her ass rippled in large waves down her legs and torso, the sound of steady squelching as his shaft glided in and out of her wetness. Small beads of sweat splashed out from each impact making her round cheeks look silky sleek. Her tits swung wildly and slightly out of sync as she struggled to keep her grip on the headboard. Curls of dark read hair hung lazily in her face which was flushed and her breathing heavy. She finally gave in and collapses into the sheets, gripping them and managed to lift herself enough to catch her breath. Her moaning was desperate. His grip tightened on her hips and he begins pulling her into his trusts, then Erika blew. She screamed with pleasure, her cheek resting on the sheets. Paul continued to pull her in with force; loud slapping and squelching with each trust. Erika gripped the duvet and screamed into it as she came. Her body bucked and squirmed before completely collapsing. She panted weakly, still orgasming and vibrating. Paul pulled out and sat back, her eyes closed from exhaustion.

He starts going soft again. There was a moment of awkwardness. Erika sits up, collecting herself.

“Are you ok?” She panted softly.

I nod and smile.

She shifts over towards the both of us and begins gently rubbing our legs. Paul sat there, eyes closed and panting softly. Erika’s hand works its way up my leg. Slowly, gently, she moved in and up towards the swollen silk of my lace panties. A gasp pours out from me and I slink backwards onto the bed. Her finger teased the lining of my underwear before moving towards my groin. She explored the terrain of my vagina, searching for my clit. She finds it and starts rubbing up and down. It throbbed and burned hot as her finger ran over the tip, sending waves of heat on each pass. Her finger finds it’s way under the lining and begins working it’s way to my hole. A second finger joins the search, parting my lips which are sleek with my wetness.

She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back, afraid to make the first tongue move. Her tongue broke the seal of my lips and before I had a chance to react, she teased at my entrance with one, then two fingers. The tips of her fingers massaged at my opening while I pushed my clit to the brink. Erika knelt on all fours looming over me, one leg between mine, tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Her breasts hung loosely from her chest. I reach for her groin and plant my fingers on her pussy, one finger gently circling her clit.

Paul is sitting there, working his dick steadily and panting heavily. I fall back slowly onto the bed, my hips rising in anticipation. She lowers herself with me, her fingers sliding deeper and deeper until she was as far as she could reach with every thrust, curling her fingers up to my belly button every time she slid out. That distinctive slopping accompanied with each thrust and the warm wetness escaping me, trickling between my cheeks. She ran her tongue around my neck as she dragged the orgasm right out of me. I grasped the back of her neck and pulled into me as I buried my head into her neck and heaved every ounce of air from my lungs into her skin. She pressed her lips to mine to distract me from the loss of her fingers; saliva escaping our mouths as we gasped heavily between each contact.

She hung over me; hair ruffled, thong wrinkled and hanging untidily. Her breasts jiggled as a result of her uncoordinated breaths. I peered at her reflection from the mirror hung on the opposite wall; her vagina half hidden by the lace of twisted underwear, the lace tightly tugging at her labia. Her rounded cheeks shivering, red finger marks stamped across them. She sits back against the headboard with her legs spread lazily and readjusts her twisted underwear.

Paul moves towards me and pulls my shorts off completely. I close my legs and look to Erika for approval. Barely able to keep her eyes open, she nods weakly.

I waste no time straddling Paul and begin to grind his shaft the same way Erika did. Sitting up, he lifts my top off revealing my tits, the nipples so erect they ache. He grabs my hips and lifts me slightly so I he can enter me. Erika stops him.

She rustles around in her bedside table and pulls out a condom, handing it to Paul. I take it from him, biting the corner and tearing the packaging open. Erika supports his cock at the very base, standing to attention. I gently pull the foreskin as far as it will stretch and place the condom on his swollen head and roll down gently to the base. Readjusting myself for entry, I feel his head working it’s way past my pussy lips. I sink down achingly slow, letting out a moan that turned into a shocked squeak. My heart is pounding, my eyes and mouth wide open, short whimpered gasps escaping my lungs. Paul sits up and starts sucking my tits while moving in rhythm with my grinds. I loosely hang my arms around his shoulders, tracing his back with my fingers.

He lifts me up, spins around, throws me onto my back and starts sliding into furiously me. I’m whimpering with pleasure, my tits bouncing with each trust. His shaft slides out, right to the tip of the head before entering again, the ridge of the helmet popping over the ridge of my entrance hole. After about 20 seconds of firm strokes, Paul begins to swell. He wants to cum. He looks to Erika for approval.

She has one finger hooked into the crotch of her thong, holding it aside whilst she rubs her clit in a circular motion. We share a look. She bites her lip and nods. She leans back and begins to rapidly speed up her circular motion. She’s focused on Paul, her bottom lip being held firmly in place by her teeth; her finger rapidly working her clit. I feel her fingers run in-between mine and grips me tightly. A deep gasp escapes my lungs and out of nowhere a wave of ecstasy rushes through my entire body. I feel Paul thrusting long, hard strokes as he cums inside me. His dick pulsed as with each hard thrust, one hand gripping Erika’s hand, the other desperately grasping for the headboard.

We lay there for a few minutes, exhausted. Paul lifts himself off me, his cock slipping out of me. The condom hanging half off, cum gathered in the end. I collected myself and sat up on the bed, confused by the strangeness of the situation. I slid my pajamas on and left without saying a word.

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