This happened after I told my
best female friend that I had met
some other girl and fallen in love
with her.
I came downstairs that night to
find her on the couch crying. My
heart melted with tenderness
and I sat down beside her,
hugging her and stroking her
hair, telling her everything would
be alright.
She eventually quietened down
and lay on the couch with her
head in my lap. We talked quietly
about what could have been
while I stroked her hair gently. I
moved down to her shoulders
and then her back. All this time
we were still talking, trying to
pretend that everything was still
normal. I decided to make a
move for it and then pulled her
semi upright and then kissed
her. The way she kissed me back,
it was obvious that this was
what she wanted.
I knew this was just because of
her emotional state, so I really
didn’t want to take advantage of
her. I disengaged my lips from
hers and laid her head back in
my lap, and we resumed talking,
but now my hands, not under my
control anymore, wandered
down to her full, ripe hips. She
whimpered in that way women
do when they want to get fucked
really bad and buried her head in
my lap.
Of course, by this time I was rock
hard and she could feel it. She
unzipped my jeans, brought my
cock out and began to lick and
suck it. I couldn’t believe she was
doing this because she’d told me
she hated blow jobs. But soon I
couldn’t think about that
anymore because she was licking
and sucking it like her life
depended on it. By this time, my
hands were under her dress,
caressing her lovely thighs and
also her round ass.
I couldn’t take it anymore and
after a while and pulled her
upright. We exchanged deep
passionate kisses, with me
exploring her mouth with my
tongue and sucking on her
delicious lips. I got off the couch,
kneeling on the ground, and
pulled her dress off in one
motion over her head. She was
beautiful, those full breasts of
hers spilling out of her bra. I
unsnapped the bra and went to
lunch on her hard nipples. She
was letting out this deep moans
with every new thing I did.
In the back of my head I was
worried someone in the house
would hear, but I didn’t care. I
moved lower, kissing her
stomach and then lower to her
secret place. I pulled the panties
to one side and kissed her gently,
tentatively on her pussy. The way
she gasped and arched her back,
I knew that she wanted this,
even more than me (if that was
possible). I pulled her panties off
and buried my head in her hot
wet pussy, licking and sucking
every inch of her. Her legs started
shaking and she started crying
my name. I unsnapped my belt,
pulled down my pants and
boxers and slid deep into her.
She was ready for me, dripping
wet, grabbing my ass, pulling me
deeper into her. I began to fuck
her, bending down to kiss her
mouth, moving down to her
breasts. She was gasping and
grunting with every thrust. In a
few minutes, she began to shake
again.
“I’m coming, I’m coming”, she
cried.
I couldn’t believe she was
cumming so fast.
“I’m not done yet, I’m going to
fuck you all night. ” I responded
(Yeah right!)
This seemed to turn her on even
more and she let out this tiny
scream and I could feel her pussy
squeezing my cock as she came. I
fucked her right through her
orgasm, caressing her breasts
and stomach as I continued to
fuck her. I felt myself getting
close, so I warned her, “I think
I’m going to come”,wanting to
pull out just before I came, not
wanting to come in her. She
grabbed my ass.
“Don’t stop!”. she moaned.
I kept fucking her, warning her
as I got closer to the edge..
“I’m going to come deep inside
you. I’m going to come deep
inside your pussy. ”
Just hearing that made her
scream, and grab my ass even
harder.
“Give it to me, cum deep inside
me. Give it to me! Make me
pregnant!” she desperately
screamed.
This drove me over the edge and
I came deep inside her, and with
every spurt she squealed,
shuddering against me. I buried
my head in her breasts when it
was over, raising my head to kiss
her gently.
“I love you”, she said. I kissed her
quiet and took her to the room.
We talked quietly until she fell
asleep.
I left the room and went to bed,
the unbearable heaviness of guilt
crushing me until sleep brought
sweet relief. In the morning,
though, the heaviness was back.
