Sick in the Head

I’m so excited to share a new story with you.

I could have submitted this in 5 chapters, but the single chapters were tricky to make stand alone. It’s about as long as most of my other stories, but I broke this one up within the text so you can read it in smaller doses and come back for more, or just keep rolling along if it captures your imagination.

Special thanks to Maydaypilot for encouraging me to see it through and get it posted.

Enjoy…

Chapter 1

I can barely remember a day I wasn’t utterly aroused. Mornings are the worst, and today is no exception.

Still in bed, my eyes unfocused, I can already feel the hunger building.

Last night was fun. I still remember the story I was reading about the insatiable man. Yes, the forever-ready rabbit making his way through town, pussy by eager pussy.

Mmmm, pussy… she calls to me again.

I feel her whispering breath beneath my sheets, coursing through my bloodstream.

“Becca,” she urges, “Beccaaaaahhh. Psst, down here… Last night was fun, right? Gaahd, we came so hard… how many times? Six? You fucked me sooo good Becca… Do me again, please? Fingerrr me.”

“I have to work today,” I moan in one-part truthful urgency and one-part childlike begrudging.

Softly she whispers, “fuuuck work…”

I know I won’t win. My nipples are already scrunching with excitement from the drama unfolding between my legs. “She’s going to do it,” they cheer in unison, “she’s calling in sick!”

“I am not calling in sick,” I say aloud, reminding my sex organs who’s in charge of the feet around here.

No one cares. My naked hips slither against the satin sheets as my lower lips scream for attention. “Jesus Christ, I think I really am sick… in the head.”

I lift the covers to look… and my pale, nude body stretching out beneath the silky red sheets makes me want to jill myself silly. Barely visible between my breasts, my bare mound sings up to me, tempting my fingers downward.

Maybe a light graze...

No!

I already know where any kind of rubbing leads, and it’s a slippery slope toward getting nothing done and humping everything in my house… the back of the couch, the rim of the tub, that wonderful wooden chair with the rounded knobs that fit so easily in my…

Fuck! How did my hand get down there? I’m god damn soaked! Aren’t libidos supposed to ease up occasionally, maybe let a person have a break every once in a while?

I should see Dr. Gavin. But what would I even say?

Um, so… Doc. I have this, issue, where I can’t… stop… well, masturbating. It’s like I can’t control my urges anymore. Is there even a prescription for that? Like maybe a thick stethoscope you can recommend. Looks like you’ve got what I need right here in your pants, actually. Show it to me doc, come on. Pull it out. No, I’ll do it… that’s it. Oh Doctor, it’s so… firm. What’s got this doc-cock all hard anyway, that extra-thorough inspection of my body perhaps? Good thing you suggested I be nude under this paper gown. Let me bend over this table for you… so you can get a good… ohhhh god, push it in!

Fffffffuuuck! I’m in biggg trouble…

Even as I hear my fingers squelch between my legs, I see the rest of the day play out in advance. Every person I see, hear or come into any contact with will arouse me. I won’t do anything about it as usual, but that won’t stop me from picturing them pressing me up against a wall with their hand in my pants.

Okay, maybe not every person, but everywhere I go it seems there is at least one…

Like yesterday at the market:

I make out the pear shape of her ass through her tight skirt as she lowers a bulging bag of apples into her cart. A single zip of my fingers and her skirt crumples to the floor. She moans like a desperate mother of three as I bend her over the cart and curl my fingers between her legs.

Then again at the bank:

Stanley leads me into his office and closes the door behind us. I’m willing to do anything to get this loan at a decent rate, even drop my panties and take his thick cock from behind.

And especially at the salon:

I’m slunk low in my cape, cautiously touching myself as my hair dries. Okay… lately that part has been true. But then I imagine the classy woman across the way notices my movements. Her hand disappears beneath her own cape as well, traveling like a prairie dog to a den. My eyes imagine her cape removed and her legs spread wide. Oooh yeah, her bare beaver is neat and trim. I lift my own cape, and she sees my fingers going to town… fondling my pussy… twisting my nipples, churning my hips… grinding… pressing… oh my GOD, she’s watching me as I… I… UUUUuuuunnnnhhhhhh FUUUUCKK!!!

Yep. Big trouble…

My flesh quivers as I come down from another glorious O. It’s so easy now. Just diddle, diddle, diddle, and I cum, cum, cum! Why?

It’s not like I did anything to get this way, not on purpose anyway. I was just minding my own business on the train that night when… god, don’t think about it.

They were young and cute, clearly University students or interns or something. She was thin, with straight brown hair, shimmering when she laughed. Her dress was thin, flowery, but short. Too short, I thought, unless you’re him.

His height was his most appealing feature. His hair was basic, his clothes the same. But he was tall, and she came up to his lips. Oh yeah, those too… She looked up as they talked, their bodies swaying with the rhythm of the train. I sensed an unspoken tension.

It was late. They were the only two remaining passengers, standing near the exit on the long journey to the last stop on the Green Line. I was in the back reading a book.

He was trying to keep her attention, but she kept glancing my way. It made me feel like a third wheel, but I was just heading home like they were. I don’t know what came over me, but I caught her looking again… and I winked; why?

At first she was surprised. I could see it in her deep brown eyes, but she didn’t look away. She stared. I smiled in a way I hoped wasn’t creepy, and she smiled back with a twisty grin. She made sure I saw her raise a hand to her companion’s neck and pull his lips down to hers. My eyes dove back into my book as he wasted no time devouring her mouth in front of me.

I glanced again to see their heads fused together, his neck bent low and she on her toes. His hands barely touched her waist, perhaps cautious about being on a public train. His head disappeared as he kissed her neck, her chin lifted as her lips froze in that “oh god” position.

I tried to keep my eyes away, but my book was absurd fiction compared to the gritty reality playing out before me. So I watched them, and right away she looked back at me. Her mischievous smile told me so much. Mostly that I was welcome to watch, maybe she even preferred it. This became especially clear as her hand slipped between their bodies and touched the front of his pants.

Visibly surprised he stopped, but she pressed the flat of her hand fully against him. His eyes rose over the crest of her hair and found mine already trained on them. I wanted to look away, but she had already set the scene and he was quickly catching on. His eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps in thought. Then slowly, like the unfolding of a flower, his hand slid to the top of her butt and down, until it settled onto her thinly covered cheek.

The look of carnality in the girl’s eyes was unmistakable. She pulled his head back to her neck with one hand and tightened her grip on his growing bulge with the other.

My heart took off. The train was loud but silent as I watched their bodies combine. She shifted her butt in his hand, causing more of her leg to show. He held her dress in place as some light-yellow underwear peeked into view. Her ass was on display, and she kept her dark eyes fused to mine, daring me to look away. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

The girl palmed the rising cock in the young man’s pants, and I sensed his urgency mounting. Both hands grabbed hold of her backside and alternated between squeezing and releasing a cheek. He thrust into her hand, and she made sure I was watching as she lowered his fly and reached inside.

Suddenly a long, swollen, bare naked cock sprung out for me to see; thrusting, extending into her grip, needing to fuck. She held his cock upright between them as he jammed it through her fingers right in front of me. God.

I opened my thighs, hopefully unnoticed behind the seatback in front of me. Turned on by these two lustbirds, I pressed my book between my legs to feel it digging in. The look on my face must have given me away as her smile grew wider. She craned her neck as if to wonder what I was up to back there.

I didn’t care if she knew. She had his cock out, and his fingers were peeling her underwear down to reveal the cutest little naked butt I had ever seen. They kissed hard again and raised the temperature a couple more degrees.

Suddenly her panties slid to the dirty floor and she was out; exposed to his roaming fingers and the pressing head of his needy cock. I realized this wasn’t slowing down on any account.

Their lips wrestled, desperate. They sucked each other’s tongues and groped each other’s bodies. They might do it, I thought, right in front of me. Holy shit.

I think they realized how quickly it needed to happen if it was going to, because she spun around and lifted her dress high. Everything from her waist to her shoes was bare skin. He looked her over, and then at me. His cocky smile was my favorite as his pants pooled around his shoes. He wrapped his fingers around his horny cock and stroked it up and down, eyes on mine. I couldn’t look away.

He slapped her bare ass with his stiff cock and smiled at me, rubbing his shaft, basically warning me he was about to fuck her. They both looked at me, daring me to let it happen.

I took that dare.

I dropped my book on the seat and moved quickly into the aisle toward the couple about to fuck each other on the train. Their eyes grew wide as I approached, unsure of my intentions as I took the seat directly next to them. Spreading my legs, I lifted my dress to show off my unflattering undergarments. They didn’t care, they just stared with wild expressions and mouths agape. I was losing myself in the moment.

“Do it,” is all I said and nodded to them to get on with it and quit teasing me.

The girl’s expression transformed from one of stunned amazement to one of oh-my-god-you’re-actually-pushing-into-me-on-a-moving-train-while-someone-watches-us! You know, that look.

As he entered her, she chirped, “OH my god!” and then “ooooo…oooohhhh… oh fuck… OH… PFFFUCK!!”

His muscled thighs flexed and pressed forward until their penetration was complete. Lord Almighty they were fucking!

I jammed my hand inside my underwear and the wet disaster it found confirmed this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I used the copious moisture to make a slip-and-slide out of my crotch and kept my eyes glued to her bare body and the long glistening cock sliding out of it.

He thrust into her again, and she dropped her head to look at the floor and tried to keep steady. I recognized her look. He was big, and she wasn’t used to all of him yet; but he was too excited to take it easy.

She peeked at me, and my eyes must have been wild as she donned a humorous grin. Distracted again by another pull and push, her eyes glazed over. My own clit throbbed with a swollen heartbeat under my frantic touch. Mmmm, fuck her good, I thought.

As if he heard me our eyes locked, and he began showing off. A light smack to her bare ass. A long thrust up her pussy, lifting her to her toes. He grabbed her shoulders and stabbed his cock into her with an urgent baring of his teeth. Two primal beings mated before me, and nothing could stop their passion.

It was too much. His strong thighs and ass were shaking hers with every jab-jab-jab. I yanked my underwear to the side, exposing my dribbling pussy to a couple of strangers. It screamed in approval and spasmed under my desperate touch.

He noticed my exposed sex and moaned, “Oh yeah babe, look at her.”

The girl turned her head, and her eyes on my bare slit was exciting. Some young couple was eyeing my naked puss as they fucked in front of me. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.

She watched me while taking a beating from behind. Then she grunted as a desperate look settled across her face. I knew that look. The same look settled across my own face just from seeing it on hers.

The passion between them grew. He pushed up on her dress until her bra was exposed, firm round breasts snug beneath. His hands peeled the supportive cups away, adding a couple of bare swinging breasts to the scene. They rocked hypnotically in time to his steady beat until he wrapped his hands around them and squeezed.

This one final act of exhibitionism pushed everyone over the edge. “Fuck YES!!” she yelled, hugging the pole for support. He held her by the tits and slapped his thighs against her bare ass. I held myself open with one hand and slid two fingers in my pussy with the other.

“Oh… fuck yeah,” he groaned as part of my hand vanished, “Fuck that pussy.” The girl looked at me with that ‘almost there’ expression, like she was either about to cry or about to cry out in orgasm! Seeing me knuckle deep while they slapped skin was all she needed, and a scream boiled out of her like a pot of tea coming around.

“ooooOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH… OOOOHHHHH… Fucking fffff…” a brief silence, and then, “MMMMAAAHH… AAAAHHH… OOOOOOHHHHHHHFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKING GODDDDD” her hips thrashed and jerked against his cock, and I rolled down that same steep hill closely behind her.

“GGGOD… that’s it… fuck her… yessss, fuck her good… OHH SHIT THIS IS HOT… UH UH UH UH UH UUUUUHHHHH NHHHNNNHHH.” I moaned aloud and slouched on the bench with my hand blurry as I poked my throbbing pussy hard.

“Oh that’s fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, “So hot. Look at that! Oh you feel gooood baby, here it comes. Oh shit… it’s comin’!”

I don’t know what came over me then…

I wasn’t… me.

I wasn’t that lady who works in an accounting office and writes articles on the side.

No, I was a commuter train tramp with my cunt hanging out, cumming in front of strangers.

I saw him about to unload, and for some reason I sank to my knees with my fingers still inside. “Right here,” I urged.

He looked at me with wild darting eyes, then a smile spread on his face. She looked to see me kneeling on the floor, desperate.

“Oh shit,” she said, sliding off his cock as her dress fell back in place, “Do it. Fucking cum on her.”

I looked at his shimmering cock, long and impending as it swung around and aimed at my face. The girl closed her fist around it, pumping him in my direction with a fiery look in her eyes.

I had never done anything close to this wild in my life, but I looked up at him; unsure but wildly aroused.

“Go ahead baby, spray it all over her. She wants it, look at her. Did you like seeing her pussy?”

His eyes were wild and intense as he nodded. She beat his cock, staring me down as his loaded gun prepared to fire. His squinting eyes signaled his impending…

A wad of cum launched out the end of his shaft, squirting me in the face, landing on my sweater and in my hair. This stranger on the train was coming on me… and I loved it.

“Yes,” the girl urged, pumping every last drop at me, “look at that cum-covered bitch.”

I wasn’t even offended.

I was a cum-covered bitch.

It was the wildest thing that ever happened to me, and apparently… I can’t get over it.

As I rub another one out thinking back to that day, I’m convinced its where everything started. And now I half expect everyone I see or meet to start fucking each other and… what? Cum on me? I’m in bad shape.

And now I have to get up and pretend to be normal. Just for a while anyway. I’ll be back girls. Behave today, would you? They won’t.

I finally escape my house, and by the time I get to work I’ve almost forgotten about my urges. It’s easy to pretend you’re a professional adult when everyone around you assumes you are. I mean, they’re right, I am; but I’m not well.

I settle in, meeting with some account managers, a couple of clients and my boss. Only a few of them do I picture naked and inside of me in some way or another.

Later in the day Jason leans into my area, his cologne wafting in behind him. I like Jason. He and I went to school together, as did his wife Kara.

“Hey Beck,” he says in his nonchalant way, “you okay?”

Fuck. He’s on to me! Maybe he’ll get… into me? Shut up. “Oh, hey Jason. What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. You seem a bit distracted lately, off your game perhaps?” He looks at me with prying eyes.

I have to say something… I know damn well it’s obvious how little I’ve been contributing lately. Accounting feels like the most boring thing in the universe since this all began.

“Sorry Jason,” I begin a half-truth, “I just had a personal… incident, happen is all. I’ve been trying to work through it, I guess.” I look down and fidget with my sweater.

“Oh, uh, okay Beck. Sorry to intrude,” he fumbles, slowly inching away. But then he stops in thought. “You know, if you need an ear just call my cell after work, okay?”

I can tell it’s tough for him to make the offer, but he’s a good guy and I know he means it.

“Thanks Jason,” I say, “maybe I’ll take you up on that.”

***

Chapter 2

It’s 8:30 at night and a couple deep glasses of wine convince me to actually call him. I’m not feeling particularly crazy at the moment, so perhaps it’s a good time. I can really use a friendly shoulder to lean on. Jason’s wife is understanding and a good friend as well, so I feel safe with him.

“Hi Jason,” I say into my cell phone from my living room couch.

“Oh, heeey Becca,” he almost sings, “I’m glad you called. Perfect timing, Kara’s getting the kids ready for bed. So, what’s going on with you?”

Nothing like getting straight to the point.

“Oh… well, to be honest, it’s hard for me to talk about; but if you can keep an open mind I’ll try. I’m just having a really hard time with something.”

“I’m as open as you need Becca. We’ve known each other for a long time, right?”

“True. But this might change our friendship.”

Deadpan he asks, “Have you… killed again?”

“So many people Jason… dead. All of them.”

“See, that’s not so bad,” he continues, “now when the police arrive you just go with them, okay?”

“I will not resist,” I say with a knowing smile, before going silent.

“Did something happen to you?” he asks with genuine concern.

I’m not sure where to start, and really want to talk about work for a while instead of getting into it first thing… but I relent.

“More like happened in front of me,” I reveal.

“Really? Was it scary?”

“Kind of, at first.”

“At first?” the surprise in his voice is apparent.

“Well, let’s just say it made me very nervous,” I peel back another layer. There is no way I’m about to go play-by-play on this for someone I work with.

“Where was it?”

“On the train.”

“Oh my god, and you’re okay? I’ve heard a lot of bad things about the Green Line.”

“All exaggerated,” I admit, “I’ve always been fine on the train, and it wasn’t anything like that.”

“Oh, okay… well, good,” he breathes, “so was it something freaky or what? Did you get… flashed?” he ventures, trying to remain appropriate, even though the two of us had cracked so many inappropriate jokes over the years I’m not sure why.

“Ha! I guess you could say that,” I smile wide at the vast difference of images in our heads.

“Gross. What did he look like?” Jason asks, trying not to seem too intrigued.

“How do you know it was a he?” is all I offer, leaving a hint of mystery.

“Ok, you got me there. I guess I just assumed. You don’t hear many female flasher stories. Was it?”

“It was… both,” I say, revealing the essential details sure to change the conversation.

“Oh, b-both,” he repeats off guard.

“Yeah, and they sort of acted like I wasn’t there, and like they were at home… alone… in the bedroom… well, if they had a pole in their bedroom anyway.”

“hoooly shiiit,” he whispers, “What did you do?”

“What could I do? It was awkward, and a little… intriguing, I have to admit,” I lower my voice, “Jason, they wanted me to watch.”

The silence in the air feels exhilarating. His voice is low, as if Kara is right behind him.

“They… they did? How do you know?”

“It was obvious. I was the only other person in the car, and they never stopped looking at me.”

“Ohhh, that’s siiick,” he says, but the way the word leaves his mouth betrays its literal meaning.

“Yeah, ‘sick’. And now I’m feeling ‘sick’ myself from having watched them. All the time actually,” I insinuate.

“Oh,” he says, and then realizes what I mean, “Ooooh! So, that’s why you’ve been calling in… ‘sick’ for work?”

“Pretty much. I can’t stop thinking about it. I may be scarred for life here.”

“Have you thought about getting help?”

“Of course I have, and I will. I think I’m just trying to see if I’m really sick in the head or just horn… um, adversely affected.” My slip is unintentional for sure, but I’m okay if he gets my gist.

“Oh… I see.”

“Do you Jason?” I breathe.

“Are you… feeling ‘sick’ now?”

I lower my voice into a deep husk, “you better fucking believe I am.”

“hoooly shiiit,” he repeats.

“Sorry if it’s weird Jason,” I ease up, “I can’t really control it. It’s like I’m in heat or something and it won’t turn off. It’s not like I have anyone to take this out on either, if you know what I mean.”

“I, I see. I’m not sure how much help I can be in this situation, to be honest Becca.”

“I know that, and I appreciate you putting yourself out there to talk about it,” I continue, “I feel relieved to have finally told someone, but I also feel like having you describe your cock for me.”

“Becca! Geez.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not actually asking. I’m just being honest here. Sorry if it’s too real buddy.” I hear Jason sigh on the other line.

“I honestly don’t think there’s anything you could say to actually offend me, but Kara might have a different opinion about it,” he says honestly. “Maybe you should talk to her about this?”

“Maybe,” I admit, “I know you and I are close friends, but it’s never been like that. Do you think you can talk to her for me, gently open the door? That might be a better solution. You do not want to know what I’m picturing right now.”

“I think you’re right about that Becca,” he exasperates, “I’ll have Kara give you a call soon, okay?”

“Yes, thank you Jason,” I say, “you’re a wonderful friend… with a sexy ass. Damn it.”

“Yeah right, sister.”

***

It’s not long before I’m fully nude in my apartment and climbing the walls, hoping for someone to kick down the door and give me a good, raunchy fuck.

Tingles radiate from every pore and my brain is going bananas. This isn’t me. I wear beige for god’s sake. I’m an actual accountant. I don’t even have enough adventure in me to get a dog, and yet here I am; horny as a goat lying around with my pussy out.

My phone rings and I panic, suddenly realizing I’m on the couch masturbating to nothing. It’s Kara for sure and I want to seem aloof; not ready to entertain a basketball team.

“Hello?” I venture into my phone.

“Hi Becca,” comes Kara’s familiar, but impatient sounding, voice, “what’s up?”

Okay… didn’t he tell her anything?

“Hey Kara, I appreciate the call. I just need someone to talk to, and while I love both of you immensely, I just don’t think Jason is the one I should be confiding in here.”

“O-kay…” from her tone she seems a little put out, and maybe Jason did tell her but she had her own reservations or prejudgments about me. “Why me?” she asks, her icy demeanor frozen solid.

“Um… if you don’t feel like talking Kara, why don’t we just chat some other time. It’s fine.” I decide anyone put off by my personal condition would be ill suited to pass along any sage advice beyond, ‘why don’t you just buy a big pickle and go fuck yourself?’

Silence stretches out, and I hope I haven’t offended her. Then her voice is back in my ear again.

“I’m sorry Becca,” she says, a little more softly, “I think Jason may have given me the wrong impression when he asked me to call. I honestly thought he wanted me to call because you were hitting on him.”

I stifle a laugh, mostly because I know she is being serious. It’s a ridiculous notion.

“You know me better than that Kara, don’t you?”

“Yes. It’s just… ”

“What?”

“Well, sometimes when I see the two of you joking together, I feel a connection and a kind of friendship I wish we had.”

“What? You and me? Or you and Jason?”

“Both actually. I love your jokes and the way you guys get along, and I always thought if I hadn’t come along… the two of you might have ended up together. So, when he told me about your… um, predicament…”

“Valid word choice.”

“Yes, well… I thought it was finally coming to the surface.”

“Kara, you have nothing to worry about. Ever. I was just asking him to describe his cock for me, that’s all.”

“Becca! Geez.”

“Ha! That’s exactly what Jason said. See how perfect you two are for each other? I was mostly kidding, but honestly something’s come over me and I can hardly control it.” I press my swollen clit with a fingertip, sending a wave of desire up my naked body.

“What, like a sexual thing?”

“God… yes! A sexual thing Kara. Even hearing you say the word ‘sexual’ gets me feeling more sexual. Maybe I should ask you to describe your vagina for me.”

This time her silence makes me really nervous. I’m not out to destroy a friendship over this, but if they can’t see through the rough spot I’m in and at least be supportive, then the friendship might be less than I think it is. She puts my mind at ease though with a soft and timid voice.

“It’s pretty average, I guess. I keep it neat… and clean, that’s for sure. I feel like I’m too small down there sometimes, but my clitoris sticks out a lot.”

My eyelids lower as her words float between her lips and my ear. My body tunes in, receiving every breath from her mouth like a radio signal.

“Is that so…” I murmur, trying to keep her talking for the love of god while my hand pinches a bare nipple.

“Yeah, it makes sex with Jason really enjoyable because he bumps it a lot, and I get really turned on. I have an orgasm like every time.”

“No kidding…” My fingers massage my own sensitive switch as I listen intently.

“It even pushes into what I’m wearing when I walk. Sometimes, when it’s really sensitive, I have to sit down and take a breath.”

I’m on cloud nine as I picture that feeling, the same feeling washing over my horny, nude body. I have to keep her going.

“Do you play with it when you’re alone?”

“Becca!! You’re naughty!” she reprimands, adding, “but of course I do. Just like you’re doing right now.”

“I love that you know,” I admit freely.

“You’re really on fire, aren’t you?”

“So much Kara, and now I’m thinking about your pussy and your big, sensitive clit.”

“What are you thinking about it?”

“I’m thinking about how I want you to show it to me, and then show me how you play with it. I wish… ”

“What Becca? What do you wish? Tell me.”

“Oh god Kara. Why is this happening? I can’t control it! It takes over and makes me want to tell my good friend how I want to touch her big clit, rubbing and twisting it until she comes. Fuck. I’m horrible, right?”

Again she lets me simmer in my wretchedness while she drags out the silence.

“On the contrary, Rebecca, I’ve been touching it this whole time. You’re getting me kind of excited.”

“I… I am?”

“Mmmmhmmm,” she moans into the phone, “and after I heard the tone of desperation in your voice, I knew for a fact you started before I called.”

“It was that obvious, huh?”

Another aggravating pause.

“Becca, are you naked?”

“… as a jay bird.”

She breathes a hot, sensual breath into the phone. “I had no idea the conversation would be going this way when I called, but… it’s getting really hot all of the sudden.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

“Touch yourself Rebecca,” she says.

“Waaay ahead of you sister,” I reply with a heated breath.

“Tell me about it,” she suggests, and I know right away she wants to catch up. It’s too bad I’m already miles ahead. I don’t want to offend her, since I can tell she is trying to be a friend and also getting aroused.

“God Kara, I wish I could. I don’t know if I could look you in the eye after something like that,” I admit.

“Okay, how about… I tell you a story instead,” she offers.

“That’s more like it.”

“Okay, here goes. So one day I come home from work, right? It’s a normal evening and I know the kids are at their grandparent’s house for the weekend, so naturally I’m eager to get home.”

“I bet,” I urge her on.

“I see a note on the table that reads, ‘If you’re feeling adventurous, head upstairs.'”

“Oh shit…”

“Now of course I’m excited. I mean really excited because it’s been some time since we’ve had any alone time together. Now I’m only telling you this because you’re one of our closest friends and I trust you, okay?”

“You know me Kara, my lips are sealed. Well, two of them are sealed, the other two are waiting for you to get to the good part.”

“I bet they are. So, I drop my things at the door and wander into the house. I smell a new fragrance in the house, like bath oil, or incense. Anyway, faint music is wafting down the stairs, so I follow it up. It’s dark, with just a faint glow from the dusk outside.

“The music is coming from our bedroom, and the scent is getting stronger. In the room I see the bed has been turned down, but the sheets are neat and clean. Just then I hear a whisper from behind me.”

As Kara tells her story, I let my bare skin experience every word she says as I stretch out across my couch with a hand stuffed between my thighs. The anticipation of each syllable wracks me with pleasure.

“It was Jason, and he orders me to ‘Stop right there.’ I did. He’s behind me, right in my ear. He whispers, ‘Do you trust me?'”

“Oh Kara, that’s hot,” I moan.

“I just nod my head,” she continues, reliving the moment. “The next thing I know my eyes are covered by something soft, and he’s tying it on. I can’t see Becca, not a thing. But I feel him. He rubs my shoulders and moves me into the room. I feel his hands on my neck… down my back… on my hips and up my sides. I’m shivering all over.”

“Me too.”

“I am helping you Becca, or making it worse?”

“My god Kara I’m going crazy, but if you stop now I’ll have to come over there and pull the rest of this story out of you… somehow,” I add with a sly grin and a long finger dragging along my clit.

“Ooh, a threat!” she chuckles and then continues in her original tone. “He strips me, one piece of fabric at a time. My shoulders are out. My thighs are bare. My… breasts… ”

Her pause almost makes me come.

“Oh god Kara, come on.”

“My breasts are free Rebecca. I feel how excited my nipples are, and when he holds them in his hands, so does he. He eases my panties down my legs, and I’m standing there naked. I have nothing on, and no idea what else is going on in that room.

“Then Jason kisses my neck and lightly holds me still while his lips drag along my skin, chasing goosebumps all over me. He lets go and leaves me standing naked and alone. I hear some movement and feel some fur touch my wrist, like a scarf or a fluffy hat, and then it clips shut. My other arm feels the same thing, and before I know what’s going on the fur cuffs on my wrists lift into the air, stretching my arms apart.”

“Oh… god.” I picture myself in her place, arms up, displaying my naked body from head to toe.

“He has me tied Becca, naked and blindfolded, tied to something in our room. He tells me to stay still. I smell the fragrance again, and this time I hear wet sounds. He’s oiling his hands and then touching my shoulders; it’s wet, and warm.

“He oils my body as thoroughly as humanly possible. Every inch of my skin is pleasured as Jason rubs my body until it’s all slick and wet. Then he concentrates on my chest. My nipples roll across his fingertips as he toys with them over and over. I think I might pass out from the extended attention, but I simply move my hips from within my restraints. I want him so much.”

“Mmmm, Kara?”

“Yeah,”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Definitely.”

“I wish I could see that.”

“Just listen,” she takes the conversation back, “By the time his hands work down my belly and between my legs I’m begging for it. He takes his time though, and when he finally runs his thick fingers across my swollen clit, I’m shaking, screaming, instantly cumming and cumming in what was easily the most explosive… ”

“Mmmmuuuuhhhhhh… UUUHHHHH Fu-u-u-u-u-UCKKK!” I groan and then shout into the phone, cutting her off with a splintering cum tearing my psyche in half. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!

…

…

“Um… orgasm I ever… had. Becca, you okay?”

I have to laugh as she doesn’t even make to the sex part of her story and I’m a mess on my couch, panting and shaking and wet.

“Oh god that was good,” I shiver, “keep going. Sorry.”

“Jesus, did you just come? I ha-have to admit… that was pretty hot Beck. I can tell you the rest of the story at another ti…”

“NO! I mean… no, keep going… uh, please?” I know I have more orgasms lined up and ready to launch. I think Kara underestimates my sickness.

“Okay… well, so I come right there, hanging in midair with my legs flailing and my hips twisting. His hands stay against me, and I rub into them as best I can, until I brush against something else…”

“Oh my lord in heaven let it be,” I groan without restraint or better judgement.

“I guess I’ll have to be the one to describe Jason’s cock for you,” she teases, causing me to breathe heavy and hold the phone tightly to my ear. “I felt it brush against my leg and my ass a couple times while he rubbed me down, but when I feel it press my inner thigh with intent; I know how thick and excited he is. His cock is long Becca, too long. Against my leg like that I get a real feel for how turned on he is. He drags it up to my waist.”

I stay silent, picturing my good friend and coworker in the best/worst possible way. It’s thrilling to think of him like this.

“I can only submit, trying to regain my composure from my climax as he presses into me. It’s oily and it drags along my legs, up and down my slippery butt, sliding across the small of my back, and then wedging between my thighs just below where I desperately need him.”

“You must have been going crazy!” I moan, getting a little energy back.

“Definitely, and I thought he would do it right there with me hanging in the air. Instead, he loosens my bonds and guides me to the bed. I lay face down and feel him secure my arms to the corners. When he gets behind me on the bed, his hands pull my hips up and he sets his cock between my cheeks.”

“Oh god… so fucking hot,” I moan, maybe cry.

“So hot. Jason’s a nice guy, right?” she asks.

“Extremely.”

“Which is why it surprises me when he starts talking about how he is in control now, and how he will be using my pussy to get himself off. Becca, he told me I better keep my mouth shut while he fucks me, and to pretend I enjoy it.

“Ooooh fuuuuuuck Kara,” I vocalize my arousal, “He really said that?”

“He did, and when he pressed his weight onto my shoulders and pushed it inside me, I felt completely taken by him.”

“Mmmm, taken,” I groan as my wet fingers find new combinations with which to fuck myself.

“Right? I mean I’m usually in control most of the time, but this time it was like he took all the pressure off. I didn’t have to do anything, say anything, or be a part of it really at all. I just had to lay there and feel his body on mine, giving me one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”

“Oh shit Kara, I want that so bad…” I moan over the line.

“I think he really got off on it, since he started getting carried away. I’ve never had sex that hard in my life, and once he got going, I could only lay there as he pounded that big cock into my pussy with such force, I thought it would break off inside me,” she moans, clearly working herself up on the other end of the line. She pauses and breathes heavily for a moment; it’s beautiful.

I picture her sitting back with her hand stuffed in her pants as she relives a passionate moment from her memories.

“How did it feel Kara, tell me.”

“Like I was finally getting something I’d been missing,” she reveals, “like my sex life had found a new beginning. Like I could just let Jason be the one to take charge so I could just enjoy the experience. We had always had sex before then; but that night, with my face in a pillow… he fucked me.”

“God yes! But how did it feeeeel?” I urge, hoping for more graphics while my hand chops at my cunt like an eager beaver.

“Oh Becca, it was like being impaled by a rocket ship, so big and insistent. He filled me beyond full, and then emptied me completely, over and over. I’m drooling wet as he fucks me Rebecca, hard and fast. My body convulses and I’m ready to cum again. He keeps fucking me like that, laying on top and punching his cock into me. Right when I’m about to cum, he tells me I’m not allowed to cum again, not until he does.”

“Fuck. He didn’t.”

“He did. I want to cum so badly, and his cock feels so amazing sliding in and out of me, it takes all my power to hold off as his urgency piles up,” she practically moans into the phone, “Then he grabs my hair in his fist, and something explodes inside of me.”

“Was it Jason?”

“It’s both of us, actually. We came so hard together we almost broke the bed. He pulled my head back and grunted in my ear as he came and came inside of me. I couldn’t move, but I climaxed so hard Becca. So incredibly hard.”

“Oh shit,” I breathe desperately, silently rubbing myself and trying not to cum in her ear again, but her description is too intense. With a shaky frigging-myself-off voice I manage, “I hope you don’t mind… but I’m ah… ah… picturing myself… mmmm… in your place, Kara.”

“Oh my god, with Jason?” I hear her desperation.

“Maybe.”

“You’d let him fuck you?”

“I don’t know, I definitely… want someone… uh, to fuck me like that,” I plead.

There is a brief silence, if you can call two women huffing sexual exasperation into their phones a silence. Then Kara speaks.

“I want that.”

“Hmmmm?”

“I want that Becca. I really want Jason to give you that, in person.”

“What? You do? Kara, are you serious?” My shock turns to instant sensation as I process her words.

“I’m serious Becca. Would you let him?”

“Right now, in a heartbeat.”

I hear her breath pick up tempo and know she’s getting off on the idea. Reaching another peak myself, her offer has my brain working frantically to envision the scene.

“Mmmm…” she moans, “we’ll have to set it up just right, but I think he’d do it Becca.”

My juices flow as she says it. I can’t help but spur her on.

“Do what?”

“Fuck you Rebecca. My husband Jason would run his big cock up your wet pussy and make you cum like it was your last… oh, oh, OH fuck…” Her moaning and masturbating are reaching a fevered pitch.

“I can feel him Kara. You’d let your faithful husband fuck me? Would you watch? God, please tell me you would watch Jason fuck my pussy.”

“Shit Becca!” she cries, clearly nearing the edge. “I can’t believe this. Oh my fucking god!”

“Oh Kara, you’re beautiful. Tap that pussy, pinch that big ol’ clit for me!”

“Nnnnhhhnnn… SHIT! I’m gonna cum Becca, right… noooowww ooohhhh gooooodddd!!!”

“Oh fuuccckkk you sound… so good Kara. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuucckkk! OOOHHHHhhhhhh FFFFFffffffuuuu!”

We cry in each other’s ear as we come… my fingers frantically mashing my clit… my hips jerking uncontrollably. It’s thrilling and insane at the same time, as Kara and I had never even talked sex with each other, aside from joking around. Pure bliss ripples out of me at the new intimacy we are forging together. It’s exhilarating.

“Oh Kara,” I moan as I settle back, “that felt soooo damn good. Holy fuck.”

“Becca?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never done that with someone before,” she reveals softly.

“Me either,” I say.

There is a long pause and shuffling on the other end, I imagine clothes straightening or the pulling up of some pants. Then she surprises the hell out of me.

“You’re coming over,” she informs me.

“What?”

“Becca, I’m not sure if anything will actually happen, but who else do you have to confide in?”

“No one.”

“Exactly,” Kara replies, “so we’ll have you over for dinner tomorrow night, and the conversation will lean gently toward sex. Jason already knows what you’re dealing with, and I could tell he was concerned for you when he asked me to call. We’ll just see where it goes. Sound good?”

“Sounds… great,” I breathe, naked and sweating on my couch, “one thing. Won’t Jason be a little suspicious about me just coming over the next day after such a strange conversation? I won’t be able to make eye contact.”

“Okay, I can see how that would be weird. I have an idea…”

***

Chapter 3

Oh my god so many thoughts swirl through my head as I beat my swollen clit like a dirty rug.

Jason has a big cock. That thought alone is going to keep me busy for days.

Kara has a big clit. I never knew another woman’s body part could get me excited, but I can’t stop imagining what it might feel like to have a big one, and what it would feel like to touch someone else’s.

Kara wants Jason to have sex with me. To fuck me. To use my body for his own pleasure while I lay there and take it. Every urgent thrust. Every cunt filling stab. His body crushing mine while he fucks the hell out of me in front of his wife. Kara urging him on and rubbing her big clit while she watches him fuck me.

Fuck me.

He’ll fuck me on their bed, and maybe my hands will be tied. Oh god Jason. Fuck me, yeah… that’s it… fuck that naughty pussy. Harder. Harder!!… Oh god I can’t believe it… nhhhh… oh fuck… FFFFFUCK MEEEEE JASON!!

My body explodes from the intense visualization and penetration of three fingers jammed deep in my hungry sex. Wild visions pour across my consciousness as I come, visions of drinking Jason’s cum, eating Kara’s pussy and the three of us fucking every way possible… and I come… and come… and come.

***

I wake in the middle of the night on my couch, a little freaked out where my fantasies take me, and how quickly they push the limits. Kara just asked me over for dinner, and instantly I’m picturing them both having sex with me.

Okay, we did share an unexpected orgasm together on the phone. That isn’t nothing. She also told me she wanted Jason to have sex with me. Fuck. Now that is definitely something, everything really. I guess I’ll have to wait and see and follow her lead.

I trudge off to bed, and for the first time in quite a while I sink into my sheets and fall right to sleep.

That night however, my dreams get the best of me.

***

I’m at my desk at work, and Jason comes in with a file to look over. For some reason he is wearing very tight-fitting pants, and the outline of his cock presses an undeniable shape into them running down the inside of his thigh.

“Becca!” he barks, “eyes up here.”

I am staring at his crotch, and when I look up, he is gripping a rope and pulling down. I feel my arms stretch to either side and I’m being lifted into the air above my desk. I try to scream but no sound comes out.

I look down and can see over the top of everyone’s cubicle as I rise, and all eyes are on me. Jason keeps pulling the rope tighter, and I’m nervous about what everyone thinks of my predicament.

Just then my shirt starts to come loose, and I want to pull it back into place. With my arms bound, I can only watch it sag further and further. My pants slip, and I realize I forgot to wear a belt.

“Jason, stop,” I try to say, “my clothes are falling off,” but the sound is lost, and he doesn’t hear me. Gary, my boss, steps beside him and looks up at me, saying something to Jason I can’t hear.

I feel my blouse pop open and can see people looking at my bra. I feel so embarrassed, and even more so when my slacks sink lower, and then slip to my thighs. I try to move my legs to keep them from falling off, but that causes them to hook my panties.

Before I know it, I’m hanging over my desk half-stripped. My panties are barely holding my pants up, and half an ass cheek is out. I hear Cassie from the next cube complimenting my underwear for god’s sake!

Jason and Gary are talking as if I’m not hanging over them with my clothes peeling off. My blouse slips from my shoulder, even though my arms are out. I try to hold it on with sheer will. Again, it is my bra holding my shirt up, but the heavy fabric tugs one of the cups downward and a bare breast spills free.

No one seems to notice, even as my panties let go of my other ass cheek and slip down my legs. My bra stretches and hangs by a single strap, the last vestige of my dignity. Then of course it snaps and tumbles down, leaving me hanging over my desk naked and petrified.

Everyone goes about their day, occasionally glancing up to me with mild interest and then moving along. I feel my body reacting to being naked, a drop of moisture descending the inside of my thigh.

Just then someone is behind me, even though I’m hanging in the air. I sense breath in my ear and a pair of hands reach around and clutch my breasts, tugging my nipples in front of everyone.

“Are you ready Becca,” says a woman’s voice, “for my Jason to fuck the shit out of you?”

“Kara,” I moan as one of her hands pushes down my stomach and cups my bare pussy, “what’s going on?”

She doesn’t acknowledge me but keeps talking.

“You’re fucking wet already, you slut,” she hisses in my ear. “It won’t be enough, you know. He’s going to rip this pussy apart with his monster cock.”

She pushes a finger into me and my walls tighten around it. Her moans in my ear heat me even more.

“Mmm Becca, your pussy is really tight,” she moans, “That’s good. My husband demands tight pussies to feed his thick cock into. I told you how he takes what he wants, didn’t I? How he fucks a bare cunt until he fills it with cum?”

My head spins as more fingers slip into me, and Jason turns to look at us.

“Show her the goods babe,” Kara says down to him, rhythmically plunging her long fingers into me.

Then we are no longer in the office, but on a large bed in a dark room. Kara is next to me, fully clothed with her hand between my spread legs, her fingers dipping into me. I try to move, but my arms are still tied. Jason is in his work clothes, but he unbuckles his belt.

The look in Jason’s eyes is strange, hungry. He lowers his pants so his boxers remain, tenting outwards and barely shrouding the erect focus in the room. His clothes vanish and just his tented shorts stick out before us. He pulls down on them, and I can’t be any more desperate to see his hard cock.

“First the blindfold,” comes Kara’s voice, just as the rock-hard flesh is about to spring out. My sight vanishes and I can see nothing.

“Nooo,” I wail as Kara cuts off my sight, “let me see it, please!”

“Sorry Becca, that’s my husband,” she whispers, “only I get to see the cock. I’ll let you feel it though, right up your juicy cunt you horny slut.”

She keeps fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit with her other hand.

“Here comes the cock Becca,” she groans in my ear, “Jason’s thick, throbbing cock. Oh my god he’s so fucking hard for you. He loves seeing you like this Becca, bare, helpless, needy, ready to fuck; or should I say, get… fucked!”

“FUCK,” I cry out as an explosion of energy wracks my body and spasms my pussy around her wiggling fingers. She continues rubbing me and coaxing every cum-droplet out of me until my eyes snap open.

“Shit,” I murmur, waking up with my hands stuffed between my legs and my body shaking like a leaf, “that was intense!”

I roll onto my side and look at the dim outline of my lamp against the pale glowing backdrop of my bedroom curtain. I wish so bad for that tall, handsome lamp to be someone standing in my room come to secretly give it to me. What is my problem?

Nature is certainly playing games with my hormones or something. I must be ripe and ready to reproduce on a biological level. Any cock could soothe the burn. Any cock. It doesn’t need to be big. It doesn’t need to be young or old. It only needs to be hard, and insistent.

Only through a concerted effort of clearing my mind of images, thoughts or impulses am I able to actually get some rest. When I wake in the morning, my eyes are bloodshot and my stomach muscles are sore. Apparently constant orgasms are a solid core workout.

For once though, my libido is sated.

I rise to prepare for a long Saturday of staring at the clock until it becomes Saturday night. My showerhead leaves me alone, and my mirror doesn’t even taunt me with visions of my wet nudity desperate for a tongue to lick droplets from my breasts.

It’s a normal day. I make a bagel and some coffee, organize some mail and pay a couple bills. I even fold my clean clothes from the dryer instead of just fishing out the next day’s underwear as needed. It’s like the impending promise of something provocative is calming my nerves, allowing my patience to settle in.

As the afternoon wears on, my phone rings and it’s Kara.

“Hi Rebecca,” she says, almost in a hush, “what are you wearing?”

“Um, hey Kara. That’s quite the opener,” I say, “you caught me off guard.”

She pauses for a moment, “Oh my god Becca, I didn’t mean it like that. God I’m freaking out here.”

“Listen, let’s hold off on this for a while, okay?” I suggest. “We were both in a moment, and things were said. Heavy things.”

“No no, you’re coming over,” she persists, “I’m just nervous and excited I guess.”

“You are? What about me?” I ask, finding a seat on my couch. “I’m the odd man out here. Let’s just do what we planned and make no promises about anything, okay?”

“Okay, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll come by and pick you up in an hour?” She sounds a little better now that we agree on the plan.

“Kara?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t wear any panties tonight,” I joke, trying to ease the tension a bit.

“I’m way ahead of you.”

***

When the doorbell rings, my legs spring into action, compensating for my ill-prepared brain. The open door reveals my friend Kara in a long thin skirt with a light sweater accentuating her breasts in a compelling way.

“Hi, Kara,” I mumble, trying not to check her out. The way she stands however tells me she put herself in a very breast-forward stance before knocking. “You look great.”

“Thanks hon,” she beams, sticking her chest out a bit farther, “and you look good enough to… well, go shopping with.” She smiles very wide. “You ready?”

I look at my basically matching outfit to Kara’s and say, “In more ways than one.”

***

Once we get to Barnabe’s, the craziest, most expensive store in the area, we gravitate to the nightwear section and start browsing racks.

“What do you think of this?” Kara asks, holding up a skimpy string teddy with feathers across the chest. I want nothing more than to see her in that and then immediately help her out of it.

“It’s hot Kara,” I say, “uh, maybe we should go look at suitcases or something though. This is a little like bringing the alcoholic to the liquor store.”

She only smiles and hangs the top back on the display. She pulls up another one-piece and walks over to me.

“Let’s see, you’re like a what, size 4?” She holds it up against me and eyes my body, “Hold this up for me.”

I grab the hanger from her hand and Kara smooths the negligee over my front, spending a copious amount of time rounding it to the curves of my breasts.

“Kara,” I whisper, “what are you doing?”

She takes her time touching my body and looking at the clothing against me. She doesn’t meet my intense gaze.

“I’m just… getting comfortable with you,” she admits, which makes a lot of sense. We had gotten close last night, but not really. Person to person is a lot more intimate than phone sex. I decide to help her out.

“Maybe… I should try this on,” I suggest, looking down at it and pushing the lace crotch between my legs. It looks funny, but Kara doesn’t smile.

“Ok,” she says, keeping her eyes from my devouring stare.

I lead us to the fitting room with the tantalizing outfit in hand. Once we arrive, she opens the door for the largest room at the end of the hall. It’s empty.

“Perfect,” I say, pushing her inside and closing the door, “hold this.” I hand her the hanger, and pull up on my sweater, lifting it over my head and off. I unbutton the blouse underneath and let it slip down my arms.

Now she looks me in the eye, seeing my bra is exposed. I’m liking this situation more and more. I unzip my skirt and let it fall.

The stunned and speechless Kara snaps out of her head and removes the hanger, handing me the skimpy nightwear as I stand before her in my underthings. I step in, pulling it up and over my shoulders and look at myself in the mirror.

“I hope this wasn’t for you,” I chuckle at my brazen actions and cock a hip to the mirror, “because I really like it.”

“Wow. It looks amazing on you Becca,” Kara says, meeting my eyes in the reflection.

“Hold on,” I say, unclasping my bra and slipping it out from under the nightwear. My smooth breasts beneath the skintight cups allow a whole new level of allure to pop from the design.

“Holy…”

“Shit,” Kara finishes.

The black lace hugs tightly to my girls, pressing them into a heavy cleavage situation. My nipples poke the satin cups, looking much larger than I know them to be.

I run my hands down my sides and watch the sexy reflection in the mirror move in unison.

“Do you like me in this?” I ask, turning to face Kara. She looks me in the eye and smiles.

“Very much.”

I look at how close we are standing, and realize the room is much bigger than it needs to be. In a small space we could have made an excuse for standing so close, but in the large empty area, it’s obvious we’re standing together on purpose.

Looking into her eyes I bring my hands to her waist. “Should I take my panties off?”

Kara swallows hard in the intensity of the moment, “yes…”

The outfit has a snap crotch, so I pop it free to slip my underwear down.

“Wait,” Kara stops me, “do it in the mirror.”

I smile at her suggestion. She’ll be able to watch me from the front and the back. I oblige and shimmy them down my thighs, bending over gradually as I push down.

“Oh my god,” Kara breathes, watching me strip.

I straighten up and button the bottom of the lingerie. Once again, I am no longer Becca in accounting. I am Rebecca… all woman and ready for the night.

“Wow,” says Kara from behind, “that is straight up sexy as hell.”

I turn to her and stand close again. I feel the nervous tension and decide to go for it.

“Touch me Kara,” I breathe, grabbing her wrist. She doesn’t move right away so I lift her hand to my swollen breast. She doesn’t resist but needs me to take the lead.

Her fingers close around my tender mound and I feel her hold it, lift it, push into it. Kara looks at her hand on me and then squeezes hard.

This is insane. My good friend is holding my chest and her eyes are full of fear and apprehension. My own eyes must be full of something; naughty, frantic lust most likely.

“How’s your clit Kara,” I jump the moment ahead a few steps, “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She watches her fingers collapse into my flesh beneath the thin, black cups. Each squeeze is like an air pump pressing more and more libido into my body. It isn’t going to take long before…

“But Jason,” she whispers, “he doesn’t know.”

“What’s to tell?” I breathe, “we’re trying on clothes. Women get… intimate in dressing rooms, right? How do these cups fit Kara? Are my breasts filling them out okay? Is it too tight on me?”

“Mmmm, it fits you well,” she catches on, “we may want to try a few more sizes,” she huffs as her hand clutches me one last time.

“Good idea,” I say, and quickly slip an arm out of a thin strap. Her eyes grow wide as I work the fabric down between her hand and my bare chest. My breast settles neatly into her fingers, and suddenly my friend is holding me bare. “So, what cup size do you think I need?” I say, as if we aren’t getting aroused by the situation.

“Oh, I’d say you’re a B, maybe C,” and her naked tit-squeezes flood my pussy with juice and buckle my knees. The heat is rising.

“Are you sure about that?” I lowly groan as I work the other strap free. Wasting no time Kara holds the other breast and weighs them both in her hands, testing their mass and bounce. Then her gorgeous eyes look up at me with a wild gleam.

“I’m sure Becca,” she says with an obvious double meaning. Our eyes stay locked together as her hands caress me in the dressing room. She gently pinches my nipples, causing a wave of desire to burn through me.

“Kara,” I whisper into her searing gaze, trying to keep my cool, “m-maybe this would look better on you.”

She looks down at her small hands groping me and smiles. I know this is pushing it, but I’m being pulled from the inside.

“You want me,” she says, lowering a hand to the garment around my waist, “to try this on?”

“Yes,” I say, placing my hand over hers atop my breast, “and I… want to try this.” I give her fingers a squeeze and lower my hands to my waist. Not waiting for an official reply, I push the lingerie down my thighs and off, now naked in front of her.

“Oh… god Becca,” she says, releasing my breast and eyeing my entire body.

This is bad, I mean… nope, that’s right. Very bad. Fantasies which have been raging in my mind are unfurling in the ladies dressing room at Barnabe’s.

“How does this look on me?” I ask with my hands on my bare hips.

Speech seems to escape her as she stares. Her eyes burn my flesh as the contrast between her fully clothed form and my butt-nakedness sweep over me. I turn to show Kara my backside and bend over to pick up the garment from around my ankles.

“Jesus Becca,” she moans, responding just as I hope. Slowly I stand with my back to her and wait. Sure enough I sense her step behind me and wrap her arms around my waist, her fingers clutching my breasts.

“Oh, that’s good Kara,” I moan, “you’re making me so… wet,” I whisper, keeping ourselves discreet. Kara gropes my bare tits and presses her lips to my shoulder. “Touch me, Kara.”

The hesitation is palpable as my desperate direction catches her off guard. I reach up with my free hand and grab one of hers, guiding it down my naked skin and pressing her slender fingers between my legs.

A heavy breath appears in my ear, and a soft whisper asks, “Are you sure?”

“Touch my damn pussy,” I grit through clenched teeth. “before I attack you right here.”

Her fingers slip between my thighs and find my hidden garden… and I groan.

“You really are wet,” she says, sliding through my lips with ease.

“That’s partially your fault,” I reply, “and now I want to feel yours.”

I spin around, dislodging Kara’s fingers. They find my breast again.

“Show me,” is all I say, staring into her darting eyes.

She hesitates, then wordlessly pulls her skirt up with one hand. The skirt is long, and I help her raise it up.

No panties.

“Kara!” I exclaim, seeing her exposed fur, “you didn’t wear any.”

“I told you I was way ahead of you,” she says nervously, fingers still exploring my breast. I hold her skirt with one hand and slip the other between her trembling thighs, feeling for that legendary clit.

God, I almost trip over it.

It’s large beyond my perception. Her knees shudder as I clumsily bump it hard. A whimper escapes her parted lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry Kara,” I try to apologize but my hand remains fused to the extended bit between her legs, “I didn’t realize it was so… ”

“Out there?” she finishes.

“Yeah,” I breathe, sliding the tips of my fingers along her thick nub. It’s dry, but hard as a nail. “How does it feel?” I ask, enthralled with her engorged clitoris.

“Sensitive Becca,” she moans, gripping my tit a little tighter, “very sensitive. Flick it.”

“What?”

“Flick your fingers on it,” she elaborates, reaching her hand down to show me. She presses it to one side and lets it spring back into place, huffing a soft breath. “Like that…”

Seeing her standing there with my hand up her skirt makes me want her like nothing else in the world. I flick her massive clit, and each spring causes an obvious reaction in her body. Her knees weaken, and she holds my shoulder for support.

“That’s so good Becca,” she moans, “I’m getting wet.”

I slide my fingers down and her tender lips part for me. The meat of her body oozes desire, and my slender digits dip inside for a taste.

“Oh god,” she moans and leans against me, “what are you doing?”

I don’t answer, but bring a fingerful of lubricity back to her erect clit and start slicking it up. Kara’s breath catches in her throat as I draw circles around the circumference of her trigger and flick it back and forth.

“I love your juicy clit,” I breathe into her mouth. We are close and getting closer. “I never knew something could be so… addictive.”

“Tell me about it,” Kara shudders as I take her between my thumb and finger, pumping her clit like a little cock. “I have to sit,” she moans shakily and pulls away, backing into a corner with a flat bench bolted to the wall. I follow and drop to my knees, pushing her legs apart.

“Let me see it,” I say softly, pressing steadily outward. Kara leans reluctantly back and spreads her legs for me. I bunch her skirt up, and am immediately treated to the horniest looking sex organ I have ever seen on a woman in my life. It springs from between her lips like a stiff little tongue, clearly excited about something.

“It’s beautiful Kara,” I admire, reaching out… touching it.

“Be careful Becca,” she moans, but opens her thighs completely, “It’s soooo sensitive.”

“Touch it for me,” I say, pulling back a little, “touch your clit, Kara.”

Our soft words are barely noticeable in the changing room, but at that moment another person finds a door and closes it behind them. We both smile at how carried away we’re getting.

Kara leaves her legs wide, and seeing her bare thighs meeting together in a curly bush tangled around her fingers makes me sit on my heels. She starts toying with her clit in ways I’ve never even thought of as her eyes glaze over. A flick, a gentle rub, and then some kind of twisty move that floors me. She expertly shows off her technique as I watch.

Without thinking my hand is between my legs, caressing my drooling patch.

Kara watches. “Is that what you were doing last night,” she asks under her breath, her eyes stroking my exposed flesh.

“No,” I whisper, “but this is.” I push my back against the wall across from her and open my bent knees wide. I reach down and pull my lips open with both hands and work two long fingers up into myself as she watches. Her eyes burst into erotic flame before me.

“Oh Becca,” she mouths inaudibly, “that’s so good.”

Quietly we rub our pussies. Her swollen nub wiggles beneath her touch, and our breathing increases. A moan escapes me, and I cough to cover it up. Kara’s eyebrows lift as her mouth forms a surprised “O”.

Leaving my flame to smolder, I crawl between Kara’s legs to get a better look. I watch intently as she stirs her rubbery clit. I want to touch it again, tweak it, bite it, suck it into my mouth and blow her fucking mind. I don’t.

The other door to the dressing room opens and closes outside our space, and once the footsteps vanish I press my face between Kara’s legs.

“Ooohhh, Beccaaaaah,” she wails, unable to control her heat any longer, “god DAMN that’s it, right there, oh right there Becca, yes… oh god… stop… STOP, you have to stop or I’m gonna… oooohhHHHHH LEE FUCKKKK. GET OFF!”

She shoves me away and crawls to the corner of the fitting room, clutching her hands between her legs. Suddenly I feel horrified at what I’ve done.

“Oh Kara, I’m so sorry,” I plead, “don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it. I’m so, so sorry.” My heart sinks and I feel ridiculous naked on the floor with Kara’s juice on my face.

Then she laughs.

“Oh my god Becca,” she says, turning to face me, “if you would have kept going I would have gotten us arrested.”

“What?”

“Seriously,” she says, “I’m that loud.” She gets to her knees and crawls back to me. “I’m going to make you finish this later though… if you’re still interested, that is.”

Our lips meet, and I realize immediately it’s my first real girl-girl kiss, well, besides me kissing her pussy, GOD… Who does that?

We straighten ourselves and dress. The teddy stays behind as we leave to find some lunch. As we eat, I notice a new spark in Kara I’ve never seen. She laughs more, smiles a lot and is sort of flirty with me. I feel like we’re on a first date, and it’s going well.

***

Chapter 4

Jason is waiting for us at home, having already dropped the kids off at Grandma’s house. When we arrive, I’m surprised at how nervous I am; it feels a lot like that night on the train.

“Hey ladies,” Jason calls from the kitchen, “can I get you two something to drink?”

It’s an innocent question, but I really don’t want alcohol lubricating the already slippery situation I’m sliding into.

“Hey Jason,” I say, entering the kitchen and seeing my innocent friend in a whole new way. “I’ll have an iced tea if you have one.”

“Me too babe,” Kara says, nodding us toward their back patio lounge, “we’ll be out on the deck.”

The space is comfortable with indoor/outdoor furniture in an enclosed three-season porch. We sit in adjacent wicker chairs with squishy covers and continue our conversation from the car ride over.

“So, you were saying… he just stared at your pussy?” I continue, hoping to pick up where the doctor had left off in her story.

She smiles, tucking a foot under her leg. “Yes, and it was clear he’d never seen anything like it. He asks me, ‘is it always like this?’ Deadpan I say, ‘only when I’m really excited.'”

“You didn’t,” I gasp, a hand covering my mouth.

“Didn’t what?” Jason asks, stepping through the French doors.

“Oh, just some girl-talk hon,” Kara says, taking a glass of iced tea from her husband, “it’s about the gynecologist, if you want me to fill you in on the…”

“Aaaa-I think I’ll pass on that one,” he says, sitting next to Kara opposite me, “change of subject maybe?”

“What do you have in mind, oh gracious host,” I ask, winking at him, “something a little more, exciting?” I uncross and recross my legs.

“What, no, I mean… no.” It’s fun watching him squirm.

“Okay Becca, you know how easy it would be to torture Jason,” Kara says, swatting my arm, “especially since you already spilled the beans to him. The elephant in the room is that you’ve been overly aroused lately, and I think our little discussions have been helping. Haven’t they?”

“Immensely,” I state, looking Jason right in the eye.

“Yes, well the reason Jason and I decided to invite you over is to be here for you as friends, and to see if we can help um, distract you from your issues,” Kara continues the charade.

“Okay. Well, talking about it definitely isn’t helping, so let’s… talk about you guys,” I offer as a way to start the night, “how often do you two fuck?”

“Becca!!” they say in unison, and I break down in hysterics over the looks on their faces. A glance and smile between them later and we’re all laughing together.

“I mean really, you invited me over because I’m having a horny problem. Either I have to poke some fun at it and keep it out there, or it builds inside me until I explode. We don’t want that tonight, believe me,” I attempt to be honest.

Jason looks to Kara, who gives him a nod. “Becca, look. We love you and have known you for most of our lives. It’s hard seeing someone go through something alone, so we want to be here for you,” he looks at his wife again, “whatever that means.”

I look back and forth between them. There’s something there. They talked about it already and are ready to get down and fu…

“That doesn’t mean,” Kara jumps in, “that we are going to jeopardize our friendship by bringing something very personal and very private into our relationship to run wild. We want to hear about your situation, and come up with some solutions that might help. Does that sound fair?”

I little wind leaves my sails, but I take a long sip of tea and say, “Fair. Believe me, I never thought I would reach out to anyone about something like this. You two call the shots. I want to have some good food and drink with my dear friends, and I honestly appreciate your support.

“Great,” Kara says, “let’s eat and see where some delightful conversation leads us.”

While the dinner cooks, we talk about more mundane, brain-poking topics; while behind the scenes my mind pushes everything into sensual, pussy-poking topics. I picture Kara face down, Jason ramming his thick meat up her tight cunt again and again. Her ass cheeks shudder with every plunging thrust as his fat cock screws the living…

“Becca?” Jason asks, snapping me out of my head. I look his way and he’s standing to walk inside. “I asked if you were ready to eat. Sure you’re okay?”

“Oh yeah, yeah,” I cover, shaking my head, “imagination getting the better of me, I guess. I’m ready if you guys are.”

Kara watches Jason step inside and leans my way. “What were you thinking about?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Thought so. Listen, I know what I said, but this just needs to play out. I laid some groundwork here, but mostly in terms of us getting together and not being afraid to come right out and talk about it. Jason is really uncomfortable. Just follow my lead.”

Jason serves a nice dinner and sets out some white wine if anyone chooses to have some. I have a single glass with both of them, who have two more besides. Just what I like to see…

After dinner we take our drinks downstairs. The finished basement is a mix of man-cave and playroom. Most of the kid-toys are organized and stowed, but it is clearly a multi-purpose room. Luxurious leather seating stretches across the back wall. Kara suggests Jason run back up to open another bottle of wine and bring it down.

Once he’s gone Kara tugs her sweater over her head and says, “Follow my lead. Blouse and panties only, quickly.”

My heart races as the night shifts into a higher gear. My sweater peels off with Kara’s, and our skirts fall to the floor. We are both wearing button-down tops and underwear, something she must have put on since we returned from Barnabe’s.

“You sit on the couch; I’ll sit here,” she says, pulling over a nice recliner.

We both sit with crossed legs as Jason descends the stairs. He stops at the bottom and looks between us, his eyes growing wide.

“What’s… going on…” he manages as we smirk and shrug.

“Just getting comfy hon, come on in. Sit next to Becca there, I’ll refill us,” she says, sitting forward and grabbing my empty glass. “So Becca, let’s talk…”

Jason sits next beside me, and I shift… uncomfortably, but not really. More like, trying-not-to-fuck-Jason-right-away-ably. Kara continues.

“I know this is strange, but we love you and care for you Becca. Why else would we bring you here tonight, right?” She fills the other two glasses, taking one of them and sitting back.

“Um, sure Kara,” I manage, looking to Jason who sits like a statue avoiding eye contact.

“So let me start by saying… Jason and I have agreed that anything we talk about or that happens tonight is fair game unless one of us objects, you included. Okay?”

I nod slowly, as if my head might tumble to my lap if it moves too fast.

“So, Becca… do you think Jason is good looking?” she asks, seemingly serious. I only shrug. “It’s okay, whatever your answer. Do you?”

“He’s alright,” I joke, jabbing him in the side. He smiles, but it’s awkward.

“Jason, what do you think of Rebecca?” she asks her husband. I’m ready to scream out loud to break the fucking tension.

“She’s… wonderful,” he dodges the question, “and a great friend.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yes,” is all he can manage, like we’re in the principal’s office getting the third degree or something.

“Okay, it’s a nice start,” Kara continues, and takes a long drink of wine. “I’m going to pick up the pace by telling my husband something he doesn’t know.” She leans back, revealing the center of her bra in the plunging unbuttoned front of her blouse.

“Jason,” she continues, “as you know, Becca and I had lunch today. What you don’t know is that she had her mouth on my… pussy, in the dressing room at Barnabe’s.”

Good thing my mouth’s not full of wine, or I’d be spitting it all over myself; but Jason stares hard at her.

“Wh-what? Really?”

“Really hon, and I’m sorry but I didn’t invite her to do that. Okay, that’s not exactly true. I could have stopped her from trying on the negligee, or from encouraging me to touch her breasts, or from showing them… and then her whole body to me. I let it all happen, and it was exciting.”

She lets us sit there in it while looking back and forth between us, smiling like an imp.

“I’ve seen Rebecca naked, Jason. She couldn’t help it, and I guess neither could I. Are you mad?”

Jason looks at me finally, looks down at my tits through my blouse, and back up to my eyes.

“How can I be mad?” he says, “Is that all?”

“Yes,” Kara states, unbuttoning her blouse further, “oh, and we kissed. With tongues.”

“I’m sorry Jason,” I say, feeling both betrayed and a betrayer, “I couldn’t help it. She’s amazing, and I’m… crazy horny, all the time.”

“Well, I have to admit,” Jason says, “it’s kind of hot to think about.”

“Would you like to see it?” Kara offers with a teasing grin.

“Really?”

“Why not? We’re all adults, and I would feel better knowing you’re a part of it.” Kara stands and steps in front of her husband. She holds a hand out to me and I stand as well. We come together right in front of Jason looking up at us.

My pulse skyrockets through the thick, syrupy tension in the air as I stare at Kara’s gorgeous lips. They close the distance, and our hands find each other’s waists. We hover like that for a beat, and I feel Jason’s eyes drinking in the moment.

“Do you want to kiss again?” Kara asks, her breath hot on my lips.

“And more,” I say.

“Good.”

Her face meets mine and our lips connect, softly this time. Open. Her sensual mouth joins mine as the first wisp of tense expectation leaves the room. We’re doing it. I’m kissing Jason’s wife in front of him. Kara’s husband is watching her kiss another woman. I wonder if his cock is hard.

Kara moans into my mouth and her hands drop to squeeze my panty-covered ass cheeks under my shirt. My pussy groans between my legs at the blatant feel. I pull her tighter to me and kiss harder.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this,” Jason says, leaning forward to really check it out.

Kara breaks the kiss just enough to say, “Touch her,” and then locks back onto my mouth. Jason reaches out and his fingers graze my bare leg. His touch sends ripples of sensation across my flesh and up between my legs. I moan into Kara’s wet mouth.

She turns us so my ass is right in Jason’s face. His other hand joins the party, smoothing up and down my bare legs, feeling me for the first time. Kara stops us again.

“How are you doing?” she asks with a smile; a devilish smile.

“My god both of you, your hands feel delicious!” I moan, feeling Jason slide toward my panties. “Don’t be shy back there, mister,” I say over my shoulder. He doesn’t respond, but his hands do. He runs them up under his wife’s hands on my butt. “That’s the stuff,” I groan, leaning back into Kara and jamming my tongue in her mouth while savoring a fresh set of fingers on my ass.

“You really are beautiful, Beck,” my old pal says, groping my panties. I try not to think about who is actually back there, and instead continue making out with his wife.

We stop kissing for a breath and gaze into each other’s eyes. She wants this as badly as I do.

“Go ahead and peek, Jason,” I say into Kara’s eyes. She smiles, setting her forehead against mine. The band of my underwear pulls out and drags down, slowly. I feel my ass reveal in Jason’s face as he tugs my panties below my bare cheeks.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he repeats.

“Believe it!” Kara and I say in unison. I look down between us and want to climb into Kara’s open shirt. I grab for some buttons and fumble them open. She does the same to me until our tops come loose and our bras show.

“My turn,” I whisper, taking her breasts gently in my hands.

“Becca,” she says, “I’m…”

Ignoring her thought, I lean in to kiss her exposed neck. Her breasts are larger than mine, and as firm and plump as ripened grapefruit. Her nipples nudge my palm, begging for attention. Who was I to deny? I grip an excited button and pinch.

“Hhhhhhh,” she exhales hard, “that’s… don’t pinch, ohhhhh, wait… ohhhh god… stop…”

“If you’re at her nipples,” I hear Jason from behind, “be careful. You might not be able to turn her off.”

“Sounds yummy,” I press on, “Take ’em off, Jason.”

Only a moment exists before my panties exit stage-down. My pussy throbs from the brush of nothing but air, and my moan echoes in the room.

“Jason honey,” Kara says, watching my knickers drop, “are you… peeking?”

“I’m outright looking,” he says, causing my body to jerk in arousal. “Are you sure you want this?”

“YES,” we say together again.

I feel something touch my bared ass, and its Jason’s lips. Soft, firm, kissing my skin and poking my uncontrollable passion-beast. I look back to see his face pressed against me, and feel his hands running up the inside of my thigh.

“Oh god Jason, this is crazy!” I say, and before I can stop myself my hand dives for Kara’s panties. I don’t mess around outside; I tuck right in and dive for pussy. Her monumental clit is raging hard and soaked. “Oh fuck, Kara. Your clit! Ohhh, it’s sooo nice!”

I rub her little implement with an aggressive vigor, remembering to flick it like she told me. Her knees cave immediately and she grabs my waist.

“Oh god Becca, don’t,” she wails, “not yet. Just… stop… please stop, now. Everyone STOP!” She pries my fingers from her soaking flower and steps back, panting. “I’m sorry. This is too fast for me.” She sits back on the table behind her as Jason leans back into the couch.

I’m left standing bare-assed and ready to jump them both. I have to shake my mind back to reality like a goddamn dog.

“I’m sorry, Rebecca. Please sit. Please.”

I do, and my bare ass on their leather sofa has me thinking they might need a mop later.

“Sorry guys,” I say, sheepish and embarrassed, “I’m really not like this.”

“No, no. It’s not you Becca. It’s just, I don’t know.” She puts her face in her hands. “Maybe I didn’t think this through. I saw my Jason with his face on your ass, and my jealous feelings came rushing back.”

“Jealous feelings?” Jason asks, “and what do you mean ‘came rushing back’?”

“I know, it’s dumb. When you first asked me to call Becca, I thought she was hitting on you. I was ready to lay into her, and instead we ended up talking sex and probably having way more fun than we should have.” She looks at her husband. “I told her about That Tuesday.”

“You… you did?” Jason asks, looking at me for the first time since I set my leaking pussy directly on their couch.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I should have told you, but we had a moment. It was innocent, and then… it wasn’t.”

“Don’t worry Jason,” I say, turning to face him directly, “your secret is safe. Your wife just helped me let off some steam, and we got carried away. The plus side is that I know all about that big cock of yours.”

I tried to lighten the mood, but Kara just groaned into her hands again.

“Come on you guys,” I try for some damage control, “I really don’t need anything like this from you. How about this, I pull my panties back on and we sit around and swap sex stories. Isn’t that a more productive use of this night?”

Kara looks up at me with a curious expression and I continue.

“Seriously. No sex. No kissing or fondling or anything other than maybe our own natural physical expression.” I look to Jason again, “that’s hard cocks, in case you’re wondering.”

“Kara,” Jason says, leaning forward to place a hand on her knee. “It’s no big deal. You get these romantic ideas in your head, but honestly I don’t feel comfortable with anything that you don’t.”

I stand up and tell Kara to switch places with me. “Sit next to Jason and help him out of those pants.” I grab my undies off the floor and pull them on. They’re sickeningly wet, and cold. The clammy crotch douses my smoldering heat immediately.

“Now, no apologies. None of us are experts here, and we all have each other’s best interests in mind,” I offer, pulling my mental head from between my legs. “Now sit back with each other while I tell you both what actually happened that night on the train.”

I relay the story to them, step by tantalizing step. Jason is out of his pants, and his briefs are pushing for the sky about halfway in. When the young couple on the train start actually fucking in front of me, my descriptions naturally become more lustful and graphic. Let’s call it… porno-graphic.

Even Kara forgets her inhibitions as her legs open. Without thinking, my mind is on the train again. My pussy throbs for attention. I set my hand across my crotch and try to press my way to relief. I know better than to think it will work, but I have to do something.

When I get to the part where I spread my legs and lift my dress, I do the same with my shirt. I watch my friend’s eyes focus on my panties. I push my hand inside and caress my pussy in front of them. The exposed feeling is the same as it was on the train…

I knew it would be…

I am sick after all…

I keep talking and rubbing, wiggling against my fingers and tilting my hips. Neither member of my audience can stop looking. I’m so ready for this.

When I get to the part where I showed them my pussy… I show them my pussy… Mmmmmm fuuuuck that’s nice… take a good long look, friends.

Kara’s eyes glaze over as she stares, and Jason’s eyebrows lift but his eyes seem to lick my slit. I decide to keep going. Without a sex act performing in front of me, it doesn’t feel right to start fucking myself like I did that night. I play with myself though, drawing large circles between my lips and watching their eyes follow my fingers up to my mouth and back.

That’s it, watch me play… this is exhilarating.

I get to the end and can’t help but tell the truth. The strange young man blows his cock all over me, and leaves me sitting there covered in cum while they disembark.

The silence is deafening as we sit there, looking at each other.

“Hoooly shiiiit,” Jason finally says, as Kara’s mouth hangs open. “I don’t know what to say Becca. I’m… sorry?”

“Don’t be. I loved it. Never knew I had it in me. I also never knew you had that in you either,” I say, gesturing to his towering man-tent.

Kara finally looks over, and laughs out loud at how pronounced it is.

“Jason! Is that from Becca’s story, or from Becca’s… storytelling?”

“Hell, I don’t know. A little of both?”

“A lot of both,” Kara says, “and I’m not one to talk. That was so hot Becca, I can’t believe it really happened.”

“I can’t believe your Tuesday really happened,” I admit, tucking my pussy away behind a thin layer of wet panty crotch. “Did you really tie her arms in the air?”

Having divulged so much of my own private story, I felt entitled to hear more of theirs.

Jason shakes his head but smiles. “She was barely attached, if I’m being honest. I just wanted her to feel controlled.”

“I definitely did,” Kara says, “that was some night.”

“Do you still let him take control?” I ask, knowing I’m getting right to the crucial point.

Blushing, Kara looks down. Jason replies for her.

“She does.”

Those two simple words let me know it was all true, and makes me want to bend over my chair and offer my body to him.

“That’s so hot Kara,” I say, trying to keep it in my pants, “It must be nice giving up control like that.”

Instinctively I play in the fire, keeping my attention on Kara while Jason tries to pull it from her. Kara is silent.

“Does Jason get to tell you where and when?”

“I do, actually,” he replies, but my eyes stay on Kara.

“Wow. Does he tell you what to wear,” I ask, poking the dominant bear, “or what… not to wear? Kara? You okay?”

“She’s fine Becca,” Jason says, a building thunder in his tone, “Kara, why don’t you show our dear friend how well you can listen when you’re told?”

My heartbeat punches my chest as the surface of their façade breaks in two.

“Kara, listen to me. It’s the least you can do for being so unfaithful to me last night and today. Did you really let her go down on you?”

“Yes,” she says, timid and compliant. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jason soothes, his eyes trained on me over the monster hard-on roaring in his lap. “You’ll make it up to me, right? You both will.”

Ohhh fuck, there it is. Yes. Fuck my slippery tight cunt you masterful stud.

“What do you mean, Jason?” I ask carefully.

“I mean,” he says, peeling the fabric away from the horniest, hardest, most mouth-wateringest naked cock my eyes ever wanted to fuck, “I want you to show me again what you were doing on that train while you were all worked up. Kara here is going to help me watch.”

Without a word and keeping her eyes low, Kara reaches for Jason’s erect cock and wraps a hand around it. I swallow hard with frantic longing as her mind-bending grip holds him tight.

“That’s good baby,” Jason says, his eyes locked with mine, “just like that.”

Kara’s thin fingers pull his taut skin up and down the throbbing meat, a purple head shining with intense pressure. My jaw hangs.

Jason lifts his chin, urging me to get busy between my legs. I watch them together, like that commuter train tramp, and mindlessly slide my panties off and down to the floor of their rec room. I peel my thighs apart and give my good friends an intimate view. My pussy is over-ripe, dripping with lust, primed for a night of whatever Jason planned on doing with that gorgeous length of sausage in his wife’s tantalizing grip.

“Take it slow, Beck,” he says, “I want this to last.”

Fuck. My fingers pinch my clit as my hips tilt my pussy closer. I’m dying for something inside me, but I follow his lead.

Without prompting, Kara leans over her husband and lowers her mouth down around the head of his cock. It’s the first time I’ve seen dick-sucking from a third-person view, and I moan out loud with wide eyes.

“Kara gives great head,” Jason says, his eyes monitoring mine, “do you ever do that kind of thing Becca?”

I couldn’t speak, lest I give away my overwhelming urge to push Kara’s face aside and replace it with my own. I shake my head. It’s true, my experience with cocks is mostly that of fumbling around in the dark. Foreplay is usually overlooked. My mouth dries, thirsting for his throbbing tool.

“I’m surprised,” he continues as Kara’s head descends, “oooh, fuck that’s a sweet mouth. It seems like someone so eager for a face full of cum would have more experience in this area. Maybe Kara here can give you some pointers. Suck it good for her, honey.”

Kara eases her head up and down Jason’s long cock. The shine of her saliva as his meat reappears from between her lips makes it look delicious, and I slip two fingers up my pussy with a moan. “Oh god… I would… appreciate that, Kara.” In the heat of the moment, I decide to keep pushing Jason by speaking to Kara. “Would you show me?”

Kara pulls her face from Jason’s erection long enough to nod without looking directly at me.

“Becca. Sit on your hands,” Jason commands, staring at my plunging fingers, “I said to take this slow, and you’re already fingering yourself. Sit on them.”

I do as I’m told, withdrawing my slick fingers and holding my hands up in mock-surrender. I tuck them under my bare ass and watch Jason stare between my spread legs as Kara gently nurses his cock.

“Take your shirt off,” he says, placing his hand on the back of Kara’s sucking head, “show me what my wife has already seen Beck. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Gary you had your pussy out at my house this weekend.”

He’s good, I think as I slip my unbuttoned blouse off my shoulders. Now I’m wearing just a bra in their house, and it feels like a snowsuit. It’s got to go. But first…

“Kara,” I start, “is it okay that I get naked in your house? I’m your guest after all. It feels wrong.”

“It’s fine Beck,” Jason says, looking like a master being pleasured by a servant. His tone is getting aggressive. “Take it off and let me in on your little secret.”

Blushing with lust, I reach behind and pop my bra. It tumbles away and Jason’s pupils grow dark as he takes in the fresh new breasts bared before him. Fire burns between my legs as I sit back on my hands as instructed.

“Good,” Jason approves, “is this how she looked today Kara? Go ahead and look at her.”

Kara pops her lips off Jason’s intense cock and her eyes finally find mine. Her look makes my pussy drip a fresh trail of desire onto their chair. She only nods, but her eyes run up and down my bare body, making me tremble.

“You touched my breasts, Kara,” I say, “remember? Do you want Jason to touch them too?”

She tightens her lips. The silence hangs stale in the air as Jason waits a few beats for the implication to become obvious. He would make that choice.

“Come over here, Beck,” he says, curling a finger. “Stand right here.”

I rise as if under control, and step naked before them. My nipples scream and scrunch as my good friends watch them approach with wide, staring eyes.

“You have beautiful breasts Rebecca,” Jason says. “Kara, show me how you touched them. Stand up.”

Kara leans forward and then stands, looking me in the chest. It excites my pussy to have her close again, and I start to tremble. She reaches out a hand and takes my breast in her thin fingers like she did that morning.

“Kara,” I say, “that feels nice.”

“Stop talking,” Jason commands. “Strip off honey, show Becca how nice your body is too. Slowly please.”

Kara releases my breast and lets her open blouse slide down her arms to the floor. Her green bra shimmers with silky curves. Reaching back, she unhooks her covering and it falls away like a used candy wrapper.

My eyes bulge at the tantalizing view before me. Kara’s breasts are even larger than her bra reveals, and her nipples are beige and prominent. Her chest sways hypnotically, teasing me with their fleshy motion. I don’t even see her panties go, and only realize a moment later we’re both naked.

My mind reels, experiencing my friend Kara raw like this. She steps close and holds my breasts again as her own satin cushions press against me.

“Go ahead Beck, I see you ogling my wife. Touch them, they’re wonderful.”

I don’t wait, my hands hoist one malleable breast, and it collapses under my needy grip. So much skin. So feminine and plump. I want to fuck her myself, right here in front of her husband. Come on Jason, tell me to fuck her.

He doesn’t, but what he says sends a shiver through my body.

“Kiss her, Kara. Let’s see how that goes now that you’re both on even ground.”

I look to Jason, and his hand is running up and down his slick cock. I groan aloud but Kara’s fingers turn my chin her way. Her soft mouth forms to mine, and I’m kissing my friend again… and she’s nude this time. We hold breasts and make out, our knees bending in urgent lust. The heat between us builds and a line of juice drips down my inner thigh and onto the floor.

“Okay, enough. You are supposed to be making this up to me,” Jason says, standing and pulling us apart. “Kara, you sit on the chair and show us that amazing clit of yours. Go on.”

Kara wordlessly steps to the chair and sits back, her eyes close but her legs open wide.

“Look at her,” Jason says in my ear, holding my shoulders and turning me Kara’s way. “Is that where you put your naughty mouth?”

I don’t respond, but flinch as his hands wrap around my breasts from behind, his mouth near my ear.

“She has a pretty big clit, huh?” he whispers, his breath sending tingles along my neck and down my back. He plays with my bare buttons as we admire Kara’s body spread wide before us. “It’s like someone made a woman just for me. I always loved the female form, but to find someone as special as Kara, well it shoots me over the moon every time I even think about it. Look at that…

“She loves to play with it too; can’t get enough,” he breathes in my ear. “Kara, show us how you do it, hon. Play with it. Pinch yourself and watch me get to know our friend Becca a little better while you do.”

Kara, almost touching it already, swirls her finger around the glistening pink appendage jutting from her body. Naked and masturbating, Kara looks like a sexy adult star more than my friend from childhood.

“That’s it,” Jason says, “Don’t forget… eyes up here. Becca’s watching you this time. Her body feels nice, I see why you couldn’t resist.

“She’s always been jealous of you, Beck,” he whispers so Kara can hear, pinching my nipple hard, “as if we’d actually do anything together. It’s preposterous, right?” I feel the meaty head of his cock touch the crack of my ass. “We’re just not like that.”

Without a thought I reach back and wrap my hand around his swollen cock, groaning at the intense feel of him. This is what I need, right now, I think aloud. He breathes approval in my ear.

“That’s it Becca, you wanted to know all about it right? Why describe something when you can get a good feel for it yourself? Why don’t you get on your knees and take a good long look.”

His hands tug my breasts downward, and I drop like a trailer park tramp. I’m naked, on my knees and turning to face the most intense sexual form of masculinity I’ve ever seen, read about or even dreamed of. His magnificent, leaking cock head is designed specifically for prying open tight lips and driving deep into dark, wet holes.

“Holy… crap,” I manage, my hands magnetically rising to attach themselves to his engorged flesh. My fingers relish in the smooth steel rod jutting towards the ceiling. Without thinking I stretch my mouth open wide and lead forward, but I’m stopped by Jason’s hands.

“I never said you could suck it, Becca. Slow down.” He keeps a hand on my head, adding, “get to know it first. This isn’t a quick train ride you know. This could take all night.”

If any words can make me cream myself all over their floor in an instant, those are it. I allow the tension to build in my body while Jason draws it out. Looking up, my close friend and workmate is gone, and a new man towers over me. I submit to him and stroke his long naked cock on my knees.

Kara moans behind me, clearly toying with herself and watching her husband get his cock fondled. Only Jason still wears any clothes, and I decide to help him out of the underwear still bunched around his thighs.

“Good girl,” Jason approves, patting my head. The simple gesture instills more subservience into me. “Time to teach our friend how to suck my cock, hon. Come down here.”

Kara slides off the chair and I feel her nakedness slip beside me. She still doesn’t look at me, only up at Jason as if waiting for further instruction. How far has their little game come from that first Tuesday?

“This is perfect,” Jason approves, looking into our eyes on either side of his erection, “two beautiful women… on their knees for cock. Isn’t that right girls?”

Kara nods, and I mirror her.

“Kara honey, you talk to Becca now. Tell her how I like it. Show her. Let’s see how good she is at following instructions.”

Kara looks at me and smiles, a silent smirk telling me this is going exactly as she’d hoped.

“It’s not easy pleasuring Jason’s cock, Becca,” she says, holding his shaft and pressing it against his belly. “It doesn’t fit in a mouth, at least not without a lot of practice. You need to start on the underside, like this.”

Kara runs her palm from his smooth balls up to the thick head and back. She grabs the shaft tight and masturbates the bulging cock in front of us.

“Usually I start down here,” she says, indicating his dangling sack of balls, “but I’m going to let you start there while I please him further up.”

She grabs my arm and places my hand on his large scrotum, and the skin barely conceals the pair of jewels within. As I feel my way around the fleshy pouch, Kara puts a hand on my shoulder and rises to her knees. I watch as Kara opens her mouth and sinks her lips down her husband’s pulsing hard cock.

“Oh my god,” I let out as her lips devour him, while fondling his bare ornaments below. I saw her blowing him on the couch, but being this close is too real and too raw to resist. I press my face forward and open my mouth to tongue his balls.

I lick the loose skin and push it around with my tongue as Kara’s wet sucking mouth slurps in my ear. She moans and gulps around him, picking up speed as I pull one of Jason’s balls in my mouth.

“Hooooly shiiiit,” Jason moans as we double-team his throbbing cock. “Great job girls,” he praises, placing a hand on the back of each of our heads as we slather him with oral appreciation. “Hold it right there,” he adds.

We both sit back and wait for more.

“Great start, but now I want you to kiss again. Get close and really make out. Let’s see it.”

We look at each other, and Kara’s lusty expression is intense. I dive for her face to unload some of my pent-up fury into her mouth. Our lips lock and our tongues swim circles around each other. I am lost in her mouth, and my hands come up to cradle her face.