You ever fantasize about your girlfriend’s best friend? I did all the time. I was in love with my girlfriend’s body. Jane had a nice, thick curvy body. Big booty, huge perfect tits. Thick and tall—just my type. But every once in a while I wondered what it’d be like to fuck a skinny girl. It just so happened that her best friend, Tory was a super petit Asian woman. She was maybe 5’2 and couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds. She had the smallest, perkiest little tits and, given her size, an adorable little booty.
Unfortunately, Tory was my girlfriend’s bestie, so she was off limits.
The problem was, every time we got dinner with Tory, all I could think about was bending her over and fucking her brains out. One evening, after a few too many drinks, Tory revealed that she had just gotten waxed and was super smooth down there. My cock throbbed. I pretended not to care. Jane and Tory started talking about their pussies.
My girlfriend said, “James likes bush, so I grew mine out, right babe?”
I nodded.
“Which do you like better?” Tory asked.
She hopped to her feet and yanked her pants down, exposing her pussy to me. Totally bald. Looking tight as hell.
My eyes popped. I looked to Jane, who was equally drunk. Playing along, Jane pulled her skirt up and flashed me her hairy cunt. My cock throbbed. I felt like for the first time in my life, we were dangling dangerously on the cliff of a threesome. My mind raced. Play it cool. Strategize. Come up with a way to get this to happen.
“I like the bush, babe,” I said, pointing to Jane’s pussy. She blushed. “Not to say that you don’t also have a beautiful situation,” I said to Tory.
They both giggled and fell onto the sofa.
“You two should fuck,” Tory said, her eyes growing heavy. This wasn’t good. She was getting sleepy.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm, I’m getting sleepy. But I want company. Don’t leave me.”
I got up from my chair and crawled on top of Jane, kissing her as Tory smiled and rested her head on the pillow.
“Fuck her. I want to watch.”
I hoisted Jane’s skirt up and took my cock from my pants. Within seconds, I was inside of Jane, thrusting, pumping inside of her in the near darkness of our living room. Tory glanced up and smiled and whispered, “That’s hot.”
I blew my load inside of Jane and collapsed on the other side of the sofa. We all fell asleep.
“Beep beep,” I heard a faint voice say.
“Beep beep,” she said again.
“Hmm,” I said as I stirred from sleep and saw Tory standing over me, honking the tip of my cock with her hand.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Nice cock. I’m going home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Uh-huh, okay,” I whispered. “I’ll walk you out.”
I pushed my cock back into my pants, not quite realizing what had just happened. I was still groggy. Still hungover. I stood and stepped into my flip flops and walked Tory downstairs.
“What happened last night?”
“Umm, you flashed me your pussy and then asked if Jane and I could fuck in front of you.”
“Ahh, that explains why your cock was out this morning.”
“I suppose so,” I said.
We got to Tory’s car. I was obviously in love with Tory. She could tell. I felt like I was going mad. I just had to say something. She put her purse on the passenger seat and looked at me and smiled.
“Tory,” I said.
“Shh,” she said. “I know.”
“You do?”
“I only know because … I feel the same way. About you. But … Jane is my best friend. I can’t. And won’t.”
“I know. I wouldn’t either. I just … felt like I had to say it. It was making me crazy.”
“I’m glad you did.”
She stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek. I closed her door behind her and headed back inside. When I got upstairs, Jane was in the kitchen making coffee.
“Hey cowboy. Did … we fuck last night?”
“Yeah.” I said with a smirk.
**ONE YEAR LATER**
As with most good things, my relationship with Jane ended. The break up, as you can imagine, was brutal. Lots of crying. She threatened to kill herself. I had to call her mother. It was nasty. I sat up many nights, crying, wondering if my decision to walk away was slowly killing her.
Tory texted me during the worst of things to tell me that she was mad at me for leaving Jane and couldn’t understand how I could leave her. Tory obviously didn’t know how duplicitous Jane could be. Jane and I had been together forever. She was nice and sweet, but there was an evil darkness to her. A manipulative win at any cost side that frightened me.
I would never tell Tory any of this, so instead, I apologized and said if it meant anything, despite being sure of myself, it was causing me a lot of pain to see Jane in such bad shape.
**SIX MONTHS LATER**
My phone rang. It was Tory. To be honest with you, my stomach went into knots. I was sure she would tell me Jane had killed herself when I answered.
“Heyyy,” she said with her flirty little voice.
“Hey back,” I said.
“So … I need to apologize to you. I yelled at you the last time we talked. But ever since you and Jane broke up, well, she’s sort of replaced you with … me. And now, I can kind of see … I hate to even be calling you. I’m not complaining or trashing her or anything. I just wanted to apologize. I get it. That’s all.”
I thanked her for calling. We made small talk for a few minutes and then, it happened.
“Do you maybe wanna get a drink sometime?” She asked.
“Yes. I would love to.”
After dinner, Tory and I got a drink at a bar near her house. One drink turned into two. Two turned into four and pretty soon, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.
“I’ve wanted you,” I said. “For, like. a LONG fucking time.”
“Fucking. Sounds good to me. Let’s get out. Let’s … let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah,” I said.
We stumbled out of the bar and walked back to her condo.
“Heyyy,” she shouted. “Remember that time when I showed you my pussy?”
“How could I forget?”
“I was hoping you’d show me your cock that night. I wanted to see it so badly. And then, and then like … you fucked Jane.”
“I thought you had been too drunk to remember that.”
“I lied. I wasn’t that drunk. I wanted to see your cock.”
We stopped on the sidewalk.
“Hey, hey,” I said. “Here.”
She looked down and I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.
“Why isn’t it hard?”
“You might have to –”
She pulled her tits out of her top. Her nipples were hard.
We stood there on the sidewalk, my cock out, her tits out, at 3am, for about thirty seconds, giggling.
“Look!” She shouted.
My cock was getting hard.
“Ohhh,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful. Will it fit in my tight little Asian pussy?”
I smiled. We put our stuff away and stumbled into the elevator, making out until the door dinged. We stumbled into her apartment and ripped our clothes off. I picked Tory up and carried her to the sofa. I put her down and she scooted back against the arm of her sofa and opened her mouth.
“Feed me cock!” She screamed.
I crawled over and fucked her face. Hard. Harder than I’ve ever fucked someone’s mouth.Remember, Tory was tiny. 5’2, 90 pounds. I’m 6’2, 230. My cock is eight inches long. And thick. I was jamming my cock down her throat violently. She gagged and squirmed. You could see her throat expanded around my cock as I jammed it deeper and deeper.
Saliva ran out of her mouth, coating her perky little tits.
“So BIG,” she moaned as I rested my cock across her face.
“On your back, mister.”
I got on my back and Tory crawled over me. She sat on my face, her clit, her lips dangling into my mouth. I licked and sucked while she moaned and grinded back and forth on my mouth until she came. She crawled forward and I scooted out from under her. I found her bent over the arm of the sofa, presenting her ass to me.
I pushed my cock into her.
“Christ,” she moaned. “Slowly, JESUS fucking CHRIST your cock is big. Slowly. Fuckkkkk!”
I pushed my cock in, deeper and deeper.
“Mmmmm,” she groaned, wincing.
“You okay?”
“It’s big, okay. Jesus CHRIST.”
After I was almost all the way inside of her, I waited, hanging out in her tight, pink cunt. She was still bald. Waxed clean. I spat on her asshole and pushed a finger inside.
“Ohhh,” she groaned.
I eased my cock and finger in and out of her, slowly until she relaxed and warmed up. She had those lips that gripped, suctioning perfectly, beautifully, around my cock. As I pumped inside of her over and over, she got creamier and creamier until she began dripping uncontrollably all over the sofa.
“So good,” she whispered. “Am I getting creamy, daddy?”
“Mm-hmm,” I said.
“Lemme see!”
She pulled out and spun around and looked at my cock. It was creamy, dripping. Her pussy was soaking wet.
“Fucking hot,” she said as she crawled forward and licked her grool from my cock. She held it on her tongue and looked at me.
“Do it,” I said.
She swallowed.
“C’mere,” I said.
I yanked her lower and jammed my fingers inside of her, fingering her harder and harder, pressing on her pelvis as her cunt got creamier and creamier. She was practically gushing. The sofa was soaked in grool. She howled as she squirted and came over and over. Her pussy was a complete sexy mess.
“Look at you,” I said, my cock throbbing.
“I’m a mess,” she giggled. “Feed it to me. I want to eat it fucking ALL.”
I went into her kitchen.
“Spoons?”
“Left by the sink.”
I opened the drawer and pulled out a spoon and returned. I slipped the spoon in her bald cunt and scooped, pulling out a full tablespoon’s worth of grool and held it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it and gulped it down.
“Mmm,” she whispered as she licked her lips.
I filled up two more spoons worth, which she greedily ate.
I sat on the sofa and she crawled on top of me, riding me, her pussy dripping everywhere. My pelvis and thighs were soaked as she rode me harder and harder, leaning over, kissing me. I stood and held her as she continued to ride me. Her pussy dripped, splattering onto the hardwood floors as I carried her to the chair. I put her down and began to pump as her legs rested over my shoulders.
“I’m gonna cum,” I said as I picked up the pace. The slapping, gushing sound of a soaking wet pussy was irresistible. I couldn’t contain myself. She was gushing. Soaking. Out of control creamy.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed lightly.
She wrapped her hands around my throat and squeezed back.
“Harder,” she whispered.
I squeezed harder and so did she. I squeezed a little harder as I pounded into her sopping wet bald cunt. Her eyes began to roll back into her head as she tried to say, “Cumming.”
She squeezed as hard as she could around my throat. My face was turning red. Her face was turning red.
Suddenly, I exploded, cumming deep inside of her pussy. I dumped my balls into her, draining myself in her stretched out pussy. Sperm gushed out, spraying wildly. I pulled my cock from her grool soaked pussy and continued firing rope after rope across her flat stomach until there was only a dribble left.
“God DAMN,” she grunted as she caught her breath.
I stood and collapsed backwards onto the sofa, watching her. We both huffed and puffed. A mix of grool and sperm ran out of her pussy and splattered heavily onto the floor.
“God,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” I said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a9q3vi/fucking_my_exs_bestie_mf_oral_grool_creampie
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