The Break and the Bestfriend, PT 4

The show’s warm water was relaxing and therapeutic. I just stood there and rotated allowing its soothing kisses and carresses explore the curves of my body. My mind traversed my emotions as I recapped the entirety of my time in the apartment. I always loved sex, but I never had done anything like I have in the past few days before. It was like a carnal itch was finally getting scratched. I wanted more.

I thought about Red’s confession, how she wanted to be double fucked by Jake and my boyfriend. Fuck, I wanted to see that. I imagined licking the bases of their dicks while they pumped her senseless. Watch moothem throb and pulse as they dump their loads then eat out their seeds as it oozes out from her holes. Fuck.

I was still so fucking horny. I found myself rubbing my clit. I leaned back so the shower would rain down on my tenderness. My pussy was a little sore from Red’s fisting, but it didn’t matter. The want for more pleasure overwrote any pain.

The Break and the Bestfriend, PT 3 [MFF]

“Yes! Pound my fucking pussy!” Red shouted as Jake was pumping her from behind, his balls slapped against her clit on each vigorous thrust. My heart raced seeing the ripples of her pale ass cheeks from his pelvis’ hard impacts. “Oh, fuck!”

I ran my hand over her shoulders and back while sitting in front of her, legs spread open, with three fingers deep in my own pussy. His thrusts were so violent and animalistic, my pussy was practically gushing. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, but it only made me more wet. I wanted him to pound my pussy to the brink too. 

She looked up and whipped her red hair from her face. Her heavy breath was hot on my crotch. She giggled as she saw me stretching out my hole just inches from her face. While bouncing back and forth from their momentum, I felt her fingers gently clasp around my hand and pull my fingers from my hole. She leaned forward and began to lick my opening.

The Break and the Bestfriend, PT. 2

The warm water rained down on my head as it ran down the arch of my back. His right and rested on the back in my wet hair, holding firmly yet gently on the underside of the back of my head. Only a full 24 hours had passed since me and my boyfriend went on a break, and now I was squared down in front of his best friend, Jake, with my hands on his ass, his cock in my mouth, and what bit of his load, that didn’t spill out on the living room floor, inside me.

I gave out a whimper at the very thought of our situation. The warm water rolled and caressed my tits. Unlike before, on the couch, when he held me down and gave me the fucking I had craved, his guiding hand was gentle. He knew what he was working with. He must have nearly gagged someone to death with his dick in the past. But I needed to make him crazy.

I loosened my jaw, grabbed his cheeks, and pulled him forward. His cock hit deep in my throat and I held him there. 

“Holy fuck,” he said.

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The Break and the Bestfriend, PT. 1

Me and my boyfriend had just moved practically across the country back to his home state. The planning wasn’t great and our apartment wasnt ready for us to move in just yet. Needless to say, it was stressful. We were both in our mid twenties, and thought we knew everything.

His parents were not thrilled to have us staying at their place, for whatever reason, so we crashed at his friend Jake’s apartment. They had known each other for a long time. They were practically brothers. I had met him a few times, and we often shared texts back and forth. Nothing too saucy, there was some playful flirting, and perhaps a suggestive gif here and there, but nothing that raised any alarms with my boyfriend, who was always saying, “flirting is healthy.” I agree.

A week in, the stress of making the move work had worn on us. My boyfriend and I began fighting over stupid shit. After a while it wore us down and I suggested that he go stay with his folks for a few days to cool off. He agreed and we decided to take a break from each other.