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Dana lay back and slid the toy between her breasts and along
her torso until it reached her pubis. She was transfixed by Christi’s
expression while she painfully pushed the large tip between the lips of her
pussy. Her eyes fluttered and closed, as the length of it filled her. Her hands
shook, so Christi took hold of the other end and moved it slowly in and out of
Dana’s pussy. She leaned down and kissed Dana’s belly, then moved lower and
tasted the juices seeping from within her. Christi slid the toy deeper into
her, causing her to sob. Scared she had hurt her friend, Christi tried to
withdraw the monstrous shaft but Dana grabbed her hand and forced it deeper as
if daring to take all of it.

Christi’s own needs took over and she moved herself around
and positioned herself between Dana’s legs. She pressed the other end of the
rubber cock against her own wet opening. Gasping, she watched as the tip stretched
her labia apart. It seemed to slide in easier than with Dana but the feeling of
the fullness made her shudder and almost cum.

Dana cried blissfully with pleasure. Their bodies seemed
drawn together and in a smooth motion they ground against each other as if
making love. Christi tightened her inner muscles to grip the toy and fucked
Dana with it. They rhythmically thrust apart then together, feeling their
bodies come alive and flush with passion. As the toy probed each of them
simultaneously they felt their heated passions growing. Wanting Dana as much as
the toy, Christi reached out and grabbed Dana’s ass and pulled her closer.
Their tangled legs became handles to draw them even closer still. As Dana shook
and jerked violently in another orgasmic rush, her legs tightened and their
pussies met with the toy buried to the hilt in each of them.

Her head spinning, Dana pulled the toy out of herself.
Moving down on the bed she took the toy in her hand and slowly slid it deep
into Christi. Dana’s mouth was hungry for Christi’s taste, so she kissed her
breasts, then licked her nipples. Never having been with any other woman she
wasn’t sure what she did was pleasurable, but knew that this is what she liked
having done to her.

As Christi tried to sit up Dana pushed her back down and
licked her protruding clit, grasping the end of the toy and twisting it back
and forth inside of Christi which made her grab the blankets and pull them
loose from the bed. Her back arched and her legs pushed her ass up off the bed
against Dana’s hot mouth. Her breasts reached up, pleading for someone to touch
them and suck the aching, taut nipples as Dana unmercifully twisted the half of
the dildo buried in Christi.

The inner walls of Christi’s pussy stretched and expanded,
making her entire body more responsive. The heightened sensitivity made her
feel like she was being ripped apart. In desperation, Christi grabbed her
breasts, pulling the nipples hard. She felt Dana sucking at her clit again and
felt her body lift off the bed and crash back down as she climaxed violently.
She couldn’t open her eyes because the tensions made every muscle clench tight.
She shook uncontrollably and when Dana pulled the toy out she came again.

When she had relaxed enough to focus on what happened,
Christi felt content and fully spent. With Dana lying against her side a warmth
and comfort filled her heart. The experience made her know that a true
lovemaking session could fulfill even the deepest needs.

They spent the night lying wrapped in each other’s arms and
sleeping in an altered state. The warmth of their bodies, the steady rise and
fall of their breath made the bed seemed like an island oasis. It all seemed so
right.

The morning sun shone in the room and Christi awoke to see
Dana gone and a single flower on her pillow. The smell of bacon filled the
apartment as Christi got up. She streaked across the room to take a pee then
searched for a robe to put on. In the kitchen Dana was cooking away wearing a
long T-shirt. As she bent over, Christi saw she had nothing on under it as her
ass peeked out. They both smiled and started giggling as they chatted. A
relaxed feel filled the room. They both knew their incredible experience didn’t
hurt the friendship that was so precious. They loved each other, like best friends
do, and this new path only intensified their feelings.

Knowing she would soon be married, Dana felt she should talk
to Christi about the previous night. In an awkward voice Dana stuttered through
saying, “Uh, Christi, last night, uhhh, wonderful, ummmmmm, orgasmic, uhhh, I’m
getting married and shouldn’t have, uhhh…”

Christi took Dana’s hand and kissed it, “Relax, we just
experimented in something we’ve both been thinking about since college. I love
you, Dana, and I always will. You know that. We always were open and tried
things, now we’re past it and we won’t let it happen again.”

* * * * *

They spent the next four days in a deepening sexual state.
They took each other to heights and experienced things no man (except maybe
Antonio Banderas) could show them. They explored each other and found new ways
to use the vacuum cleaner and kitchen whisk. The rolling pin could be used for
a completely different kind of kneading and who would have known that a
corkscrew was shaped like that for a reason? They had a wonderful time but it
was pervaded by a wistful “never again”. Within a few days Dana would be
marrying Jacob and would revert back to being just friends.

Christi helped Dana get ready for the big day. She did
everything bridesmaids were supposed to do. They went to the spa and had their
make-up and hair done. Then had an expensive, extremely rich lunch all the
while trying to hold back their feelings. They drank champagne and had their
pre-nuptial pictures taken. Christi smiled and pretended to be overjoyed for
her friend but the whole time she was crying inside, knowing that this was the
end of a part of their friendship she had just discovered.

* * * * *

As they stood at the altar listening to the priest reading
the sermon, Dana felt Christi’s raw and weeping presence behind her. Her heart
ached in sympathy with her friend. Thinking about Christi, her heart grew heavy
with doubt. Questions filled her head. Was she gay? Was she unsure about Jacob?
Why were wedding dresses so tight across the bust?

Before the priest started the vows, he called out, “If
anyone here knows why these two people should not be married let them speak now
or forever hold their peace.”

A silence filled the room. Dana looked over her shoulder to
see Christi’s watery eyes and couldn’t speak.

Suddenly a quiet voice said, “I do.” Pete, the best man,
looked at Jacob and said, “I can’t let you marry her, Jacob. I love you. We’ve
been lovers for two years and I can’t hide my feelings anymore.” Pete stepped
up and kissed Jacob passionately. The saliva from their tongues slimed across
the front of Jacob’s white tuxedo.

Shocked, Dana slapped Jacob and jumped into Christi’s arms.
They laughed and ran from the church. Christi smiled and Dana cast off her veil
and grabbed a candlestick someone was holding outside the church. The two women
giggled and got into the limousine and sped off.

Those eyes…those deep blue eyes.

Clyde sat there gawking uncontrollably, drooling at the
vision before him. He didn’t even know her except from seeing her from afar.
Never in his wildest fantasies would he believe a woman this fine could want
him.

They had nothing in common except they were both 5’4” tall.
She was 110 pounds and he weighed 175. Her measurements were 38-25-36; his were
more like 37-40-38. She liked rock music and he loved the blues. He was a John
Wayne movie buff but she liked Julia Roberts’ comedies. He graduated from high
school and married and went to work while raising a family. She was a
22-year-old junior at Yale studying psychology and drama.

But he did know what turned her on: she loved leather. She
was an exhibitionist and he loved to watch!

He sat there patiently watching her, as she stood bent over
a chair wearing black stiletto heels and a leather peek-a-boo bra. She stared
back at him with that nasty little smile on her face and those piercing blue
eyes. Moving over to the bed with its satin red sheets, she lay down on her
stomach with her left leg pulled up ever so slightly, accentuating her ass. She
lifted her chest to reveal her perfect breasts and her red curly hair flowed
across her neck and shoulders. Then she rolled over to her back and dripped
yogurt onto her nipples and smiled devilishly as she smeared it around her
areolas.

God how he wanted to help her! He even stuck his tongue out
but she wouldn’t let him…yet. She moved over to the doorway and grabbed onto
the top of the frame, revealing her entire body from her flaming red hair to
her painted fire red toenails and all her other absolutely perfect attributes
in between.

He longed to touch her, but he couldn’t. He was slowly being
tortured by the longing in his heart and the yearning in his body.

She moved back onto the bed wearing a sapphire blue robe.
She closed her eyes and opened herself for only his eyes to see. She had an
incredible looking pubis with the red pubic hair trimmed back revealing
everything a man could want.

Clyde wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his lips.
He hungered   to taste this Venus before his eyes.

She pulled back the outer labia beckoning him to delve
deeper into her velvety vice.

Clyde couldn’t take it anymore. This was too much for him,
too much for any man. He unzipped his fly and tugged feverishly at his
manliness trying to free it. Suddenly:

Knock, Knock, Knock!

“Did you fall in?!? Dammit, Clyde. Every first Monday of the
month you get that Playboy magazine in the mail there’s no getting you out of
the frickin’ bathroom! You’re gonna go blind doing that!”

The candles burned hot and the flickering lights cast the
silhouettes of two lovers against the wall. A trail of clothes were thrown
randomly across the floor and the smooth sounds of jazz played quietly in the
background, interrupted only by the harsh breaths from the lovers as the
intensity of their passions reached a crescendo.

She was beautiful, riding him and throwing her head back as
she felt her orgasm approach. Her full breasts rose as she gasped and her
muffled cries of passion only made him drive harder and she rocked back and
forth on his cock. She traced his lips with her fingers and he nibbled on them.
Trying desperately to keep upright, she felt weak and almost ready to collapse
against him. She knew she couldn’t stop she was too close.

He caressed her tummy gently then grasped her hips. Tilting
her forward, he drove deeper inside. She felt like a balloon about to explode.
She pulled her long hair back with one hand and held herself up with the other
hand, digging her nails into his chest. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes
tight and jerked hard like an earthquake as she came. Over and over the ripples
of the orgasm rolled through her body making her muscles flex around his
swollen hardness.

“Oh my God!” he moaned, as she quickly pulled him out and
slid down to wrap her mouth around his engorged manhood. She could taste her
own juices as she sucked down the length of his penis. He shook and then froze,
tightening his muscles and stretching out so hard that his toes curled. He then
erupted like a volcano and his lava ran down the sides of her mouth. She
continued milking the fluids built-up deep inside of him until there were no
more.

“Damn. It’s been so long, babe,” he said quietly.

She stood up and smiled back at him, wiping the stream of
cum from her chin as she walked to the sink to spit it out. After she brushed
her teeth, the gargling of Listerine warbled through the bedroom. “Well, you’re
the one that got me pregnant. I didn’t want you poking the kid in the eye.”

“Well thanks for giving in. I appreciate it.”

“SHIT!” she said desperately. “I go to all the bother of
having sex even though I don’t feel like it because they say it makes you go
into labor and
nothing
. SHIT!”

“Well I hope you enjoyed it a little?”

“Ya right that’s how I got into this mess.”
BUUUURRRRRPPPP!
Pftttttttttt.
“Damn, I got gas now. Move over, my back hurts and my
hemorrhoids are screaming. And don’t snore so loud tonight, it’s pissing me
off.”

Lying in bed together, they looked at each other smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” she whispered.

Then they both farted and rolled over.

As guys will do at work, the topic of discussion was sex.
Vince’s sex life or lack thereof to be exact.

“Man, I tell ya, all she wants to do is shop or watch the
television. It’s enough to drive ya crazy!” Vince said.

With a semi-sarcastic smirk on his face Lee replied, “You
have to add a little spark in your sex life or the woman will get bored. You
do, you know, satisfy her, right?”

“Hey man, when we do have sex I give it to her good! None of
that three strokes and a squirt shit, I give her the big ‘O’ and then it’s my
turn!”

“Of course you do. Why else would she rather watch Home
Shopping and Jay Leno every night when she could be having sex with you?”

“Ya!!!… Hey wait, what the hell are you saying?”

“Let me tell you something and don’t ever say anything to my
old lady or I’ll nail your balls to my boat. Last night my wife and I had the
most incredible sex. I mean, like this is the shit you see in the pornos.” Lee
sat down and began describing the previous evening. His eyes were big and he
was very animated.

“After work I gave my wife a box with a note attached to it
that read, ‘You’re the boss tonight.’ Inside I put four red lace ties, a
blindfold, a small bottle of scented oil and a feather. Damn! Just thinking
about this is giving me a hard-on!” Vince moved his chair over a little as he
listened intently. “Anyway she tied me to the bed, blindfolded me then rubbed
that oil all over my body and on my jimmy. And I’ll tell you, man, she was like
possessed or something because she screwed me like a hooker would screw her
best client. I probably only had three hours sleep and had to drink two liters
of water to replenish the fluids in my body. It was by far the best sex we’d
had in years… No, I take that back, the time in the elevator was better…but
that’s a different story.” Lee wiped the sweat from his brow and told Vince,
“You should try something like that with your wife, dude. She’ll love it, trust
me!”

Vince rushed home and bolted into the house. He tripped and
fell over the stupid poodle his wife bought last month because she found it
cute and (she knew it would piss him off if he knew how expensive it was).
Since he had never wanted a dog, he truly detested it.

“I hate you, you damn mutt and you hate me too. Get the fuck
outside you dumb bitch!” he yelled as he kicked the yelping dog out into the
backyard.

When his wife Louise finally came home, she found a small
box with a note from Vince on the kitchen table. She read the note. ‘You’re the
boss, you can do anything you want tonight!’ She opened the box and found four
leather straps, a scarf, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a rubber glove. She
giggled and walked into the bedroom to find candles burning and Vince stepping
out of the bathroom with his robe on.

“Did you feed the dog? She hasn’t eaten all day?”

“Hey, this is the only
dong
I’m worried about
feeding!” Vince said grabbing his crotch.

“You think you can handle anything I want?” Louise slyly
whispered, looking at him with a fire in her eyes he hadn’t seen since she saw
a 50% off sale at Nordstrom’s. “Take off that silly robe and get into bed,
NOW
!
Take off those stupid silk red bikini underwear too.”

Louise walked over and grabbed onto his
dong
and
smiled devilishly, and said, “Don’t move.” Then, she unbuttoned her blouse and
unsnapped the clasp holding her expensive, implanted, 44D breasts inside of her
bra, and they burst free from their confinement. As she reached to tie his
wrist to the brass bed, she pressed her swelling breasts against his face,
causing his cock to stiffen with anticipation. The sweet scent of the $100 an
ounce perfume she ordered from France made him dizzy with need. While she tied
his ankles to the end of the bed, she dragged her flaming, red acrylic
fingernails along the inseam of his legs. His shaft throbbed from the almost
erotic images flashing through his mind.

Now Louise had total control and she
enjoyed
control.

“Come on baby, anything you want. But make it quick, I’m
going insane here.” Vince silently begged her to continue with this domination
and submission game.

“Shut-up asshole, I’m in charge now,” Louise barked.

More aggressively still, she wrapped the scarf around his
face making him blind to what she was doing. Now he could only hear and smell
what was happening. He heard her slipping out of her clothes and giggling.

“Wait here. I’ve got to go into the kitchen,” she said
nastily. “Oh that’s right you can’t move.”

He felt her run her finger along his body and flinched as
her nails dug into his legs. She placed her lips over the top of his cock and
slowly lowered her mouth around it letting her tongue slide along the vein down
the side to the base. Then she wrapped her tongue around his swelling cock
completely like a snake around its prey.

“I’ll be right back. I need the chocolate syrup…” Louise kissed
his mouth deeply then walked away.

This was the most incredible thing Vince had done in a long
time. Because Louise was always working or shopping, they never got time like
this to explore. Giving her control had positive advantages. She could let her
passions take over. She could do anything she wanted and Vince knew she liked
the taste and feel of semen. She thought it was a natural way to get protein.

Being tied up had its disadvantages also. He couldn’t see
anything. He couldn’t touch his throbbing cock and the sound of her footsteps
on the kitchen floor were really driving him crazy. All he could hear was her
footsteps across the floor. The back door opened. “What the hell is she doing?
Probably feeding that fuckin’ dog,” he thought aloud.

“Did you miss me?”

“Hell yes!” Vince blurted out.

The sensation of the cold syrup against his flesh was an
indescribable pleasure, surpassed only by the feeling of Louise flickering her
tongue to lick it up. Next to the joy of her mouth against his big dong was her
naturally wet, perfume-enhanced pussy against his mouth as she slipped into a
69 position. He couldn’t bury his face or tongue deep enough. His pleasure was
heightened as she sucked on his cock and he flicked his tongue into her sex.

Vince nuzzled deeper and rested his chin against her clit.
The vibrations of his humming the Alphabet Song sent chills up her back. She
almost jerked his penis loose as her mouth sucked hard and she sat upright
gasping for air. Vince lapped up the juices coming from within her. Louise’s
hand furiously stroked his cock and fondled his balls as she sucked the tip.
She then sat upright forcing her pussy to press against his mouth as he
relentlessly ate her out. She tugged and stroked the length of his cock with
her hand. His penis was red from the friction.

Louise sat up and threw her head back lost in pleasure. Her
pussy seemed to gel against his face. She rotated her hips, grinding her cunt
on his eager tongue. Vince mumbled and made yummy sounds, tasting her dripping
juices in his mouth. Louise squeezed Vince’s cock as she felt herself peaking.
All her muscles tightened as the tension built within her. She was so far gone
that she forgot she was holding him.

Vince felt like a stress toy and the head of his penis
bulged as she squeezed relentlessly.

She came with such a force that it took his breath away…
Though that could also have been from her pushing on his stomach to keep
herself from collapsing from weakness or the fact she almost ripped his penis
off. He was so into her that he didn’t hear the phone ring. She sat on his face
and pulled on his hair to continue his journey and oral exploration of every
crease and crevice of her womanly cavern.

“Damn Vince, it’s been a while, babe. Lee’s wife Denise just
called and told me there’s a sale at Macys and they close in an hour, so I’ll
hurry back to finish. You told me I could do anything I wanted. Thanks, you are
the best. You just wait right there!” she said gleefully not waiting for his
reply.

Louise hurriedly dressed and took all the money from Vince’s
wallet with her as she scurried out the door. She was so happy.

“But, but, what about, you know, SHIT, what next?”

All Vince could do was lay there with a hard-on. His cock
was covered with chocolate syrup and Louise’s spit.

The hungry, mean dog jumped onto the bed and growled at
Vince. The dog sniffed the air smelling the syrup and growled ferociously at
her tormentor. Vince struggled to get away. He yelled at the dog and it leapt
at his groin with teeth bared.

The screams of unearthly pain could be heard for miles.