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Considering how long I had been friends with Brandy and her husband Brian, how many times I'd socialized with them, we'd hung out as couples (with my wife and I), and the fact that our kids had been growing up together, I had never imagined crossing a line with her like we'd just crossed.
Her husband, quite honestly, was an asshole. Overweight, loud, obnoxious, and openly rude towards anyone that he didn't like. He came across as pushy and downright nasty to some people. Yet, he'd go to church, he'd be social, be the good Christian, and then in private, turn into an asshole again. Everyone that knew him understood that. And myself, much like the others, could figure that the only reason Brandy stayed with him was for the kids and because financially it was easy.
I'd never pursued anything, although I'd wanted to fuck her for so long; cute, petite, long black hair, a nice set of small, round lips, an amazing set of boobs, and an ass that I could get a hard dick over just looking at. Then I'd look at her husband. and there was just nothing nice that I could say about the guy. She and I would talk, we'd laugh, joke, and we'd always have a hilarious conversation about her husband and my wife. We'd make comments that maybe we should set them up, knowing both were lame and prudish, but they'd be so paranoid that they'd spend their lives stalking each other, and never do anything else. And all I could think of in the back of my mind, knowing Brandy's perverted mind and her dirty sense of humor, was, "and we could go home every night, and fuck like mad rabbits while those two lame asses never got laid."
I just never said it. I guess I didn't want to risk our friendship, ruin anything good, and most importantly, I didn't know if she felt the same way. So for years, I'd just let it go.
Until one night when I was at her house, things started up and we wound up getting very sexually involved.Which led to a return favor, right in my living room. I could not believe how wet she was, how quickly she got drenched, how hard she came, and how she damn nearly broke my fingers having multiple orgasms squeezing her pussy lips so tight against my hand that I couldn't move. At one point, she'd panted, gasped, spread her legs, and giggled, seeing the look on my face. Christ, I had no idea a chick her age could get off like that.
And all I could think about was how I desperately wanted more.
It took less than fifteen minutes of fingering her and getting her off multiple times before I had her naked, spread out, and my face buried between her legs on the floor. I was eating her pussy, licking her thick, dark pubic hair, and sliding my tongue inside of her pussy until she completely drenched my face. God, I'd wanted to fuck her for so long, but had no idea it would be this intense, this intimate, and this sexual. I don't think my dick had been this hard in such a long time.
My boxers came off and, lying on my back on the floor, I saw Brandy take my dick in her hand, spread her legs, and I watched it enter her pussy. As I slid through her soaking wet pubic hair, she grunted, gasped, and I found myself completely inside her.
The first time we fucked, it was intense, physical, and amazing. We were talking throughout, as long as it lasted and she told me that she had wanted to this for as long as I had. She said she figured I'd never had the interest, so SHE never pursued it. And, midway through our sex, I knew I was going to cum.
Telling me with a smile, "I have three kids", I let loose and completely filled her. I felt my dick squirt time and again until I emptied out inside her. I watched her get up later, clean off, wipe up, get dressed, and when getting a kiss goodnight, she said, "We gotta do this again."
Little did I know that "again" would come sooner than later.
It was just two days later. Brandy called me. We talked a bit. And I told her that I would have the house alone that evening. When I asked what she was doing, she said the kids were with Brian. They had gone out of town to visit family, and she told me that she was just hanging out. Asking where my kids were and my wife was, I told her that they had been busy, made plans, and that they wouldn't be back until late. We talked, hesitated, and I left it alone. I was sitting at home, simply watching a movie, and quite honestly, figuring I'd masturbate to some porn later that evening, when my cell phone ring.
And not more than fifteen minutes later, I found myself in the car, driving the distance across town to her house to hang out with her. In truth, I didn't expect anything more than to probably watch a movie, have something to eat (she was an amazing cook), and hang out. Little did I know, that wasn't the plan that Brandy had in mind.
We were hanging out in the kitchen while she cooked dinner. Talking back and forth, I was pleasantly surprised that, considering how seriously intense and physically intimate it had been just a couple of days ago, a line we crossed in our friendship I never thought we'd cross, it was really easy to just chill with her. We were laughing, giggling about stuff, and cracking jokes about our spouses and how much different each of us were compared to who we were with.
She had the dinner going, and informed me that it would probably be about a half hour. When she asked about my wife, I ensured her there was nothing to worry about. I was honest, and told her I was more concerned with Brian. So she said to me, "let me call him, and confirm that it's still good," and she picked up her cell phone.
Getting off the phone a few minutes later, she smiled and said, "Yep. He picked up at his mom's house. They're almost 3 hours away. So even if he left right now, there's nothing to worry about. Stop being paranoid. I'd never do anything to fuck up our easy lives or make anything stupid. It's too convenient for us to stay together, and too good for our friendship to make shit work like this. He's such a fucking douche that he'd never suspect. He thinks that we're perfectly happy, a great married couple, and all that shit. Kind of like your wife, right?"
We had a good laugh at that.
And, looking at her, I just decided to take the next step.
I walked up to Brandy, pulled her away from the stove, and pushed her against the wall. She looked at me, her dark eyes wide, opened her mouth slowly, and I slid my tongue inside her mouth, my lips up against hers, and started kissing her. It didn't take long. My dick grew hard. And I knew she could feel it.
"Gee, doesn't take you much, does it?" Brandy said, laughing as she pointed down to my bulge in my jeans.
I just smiled and said, "I guess after what happened the other day, I can't get you off my mind. Sorry if that's a bit forward, but seriously, I never thought it would be that good. Not saying I thought it would be bad, but quite honestly, I had no clue."
Brandy answered by stepping back and shocking me. She simply reached down and pulled up her shirt. I stood there, looking at a simple white bra. Cleavage popping out of it, an amazing set of boobs that turned me the fuck on, and, without a word, she unzipped and unbuttoned her pants.
"Holy shit. You don't waste time, do you?" I asked with a laugh.
Brandy looked at me, smiled, and said, "Blunt truth. After we were done the other night, I knew Brian's lame ass would be sleeping and he'd be fat and gross all over the bed. I was so horny that I went into the bathroom and I masturbated. All I could think about was you eating me out. I came at least three more times. I have never had a guy in my life, and I mean never, eat a pussy like you have."
I just stood there, my mouth open, my dick hard in my jeans, and said, "Holy shit. You don't mince words."
She smiled and said, "Nope. I don't. And I want you to do it again. How about it?"
I stood there a second, walked up to her, reached over, and, reaching down, pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and, standing there in a simple pair of white underwear and bra, I could not believe how fucking horny I was, staring at her body.
I could see between her legs, and saw the black patch of pubic hair covering that intensely tight pussy that I'd fingered two days earlier, and I'd eaten out for the longest time, making it cum so hard it drenched my face.
And I reached down without a word, slid her underwear down, grazing her thighs with my fingers, and said, "Step out of them." To which she looked at me, stared into my eyes, and did just that.
She walked up to me, nothing on her lower half, still in her bra, and unbuttoned my jeans. She unzipped them, and, pulling them down, pulled them past my thighs and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and my dick was bulging in my underwear.
Brandy said nothing as she pulled my underwear down. I stood there, my dick jutting straight out, and she dropped to her knees.
Without a word, she took my immensely hard dick in her mouth, and started sucking. I could not believe it. It was fucking amazing.
I gasped. "Jesus Christ. Holy fuck."
To which Brandy pulled her head back, smiled, and said, "Just cum. It's okay. We'll do it again later. I want to make you feel good. I wanna get you off." and she slid her mouth down across the head of my dick again, and damn near deep throating me.
She was looking up at me, moving her head back and forth, and her mouth down my shaft. I gasped, panted, grunted, and I reached down. Putting my fingers in Brandy's hair, running it through the dark black mane that hung down, I watched her bobbing down my dick.
And I fucking came so hard in her mouth it nearly knocked me to my knees.
She held on, I gasped, my knees turning to jelly, and I swear to God, it felt like I came in her fucking mouth for five minutes. She swallowed it all.
And, finishing, me gasping, panting and grunting, she stood up, swallowing the rest of the cum I'd squirted into her mouth, and said, "Be right back." And literally, I shit you not, walked out of the room.
About five minutes later Brandy came back. I was sitting with nothing on my lower half, my limp dick hanging down, in the chair in her kitchen. She smiled at me.
"Do you feel okay now?" Brandy said.
"Holy fucking shit Brandy. Goddamn. I've never had a girl do it like that. I'm not fucking kidding you. I've never cum that hard in my life from a blowjob. And I've only had one girl in my life swallow."
"Your wife?" Brandy said with a laugh.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck no. She wouldn't do that if I paid her. What the fuck. Are you kidding me?" and I looked at her.
She stood up, walked over to me, and unhooked her bra. Leaning lower into me, I took one of her boobs in my mouth. I cupped it, and started sucking on her round puffy nipple. Brandy gasped, I heard her pant, moan, and I pulled back.
"Oh fuck. Please. I didn't mean for you to stop. Goddamn, please don't ever stop touching me. I'm soaking wet. I'm serious. I cannot stop dripping down there."
I said nothing. I stood up. I put my arms around her, kissed her, and gently started pushing her to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Brandy said.
"I wanna go down on you in the worst way. I swear to God, it turned me on so fucking much the other day when I was with you, you tasted so goddamn good, I want you. I really want you," I said.
Brandy looked at me, smiled and said, "God. It's so nice to be wanted." She lowered herself to the floor.
She spread her legs, laid right there on the kitchen floor, and I swear I ate her pussy for nearly fifteen minutes. I think she came at least a half dozen times. I was fingering her, sliding my mouth up against her thick black pubic hair patch, inside her pussy, getting my tongue soaked, and feeling her tighten up against my mouth.
The last time she came, I almost couldn't breathe. She was so tight, so wet, soaking my face, and squeezing her legs together. When she finished, she laid there, and my dick was intensely hard. I knew that, after cumming early, typical of how a thing worked with me, I could fuck her for an hour and not cum.
Except that's not exactly what she had in mind.
As she finished, she sat up and was leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Let's go in the other room?" Brandy said.
I stood up and she gasped.
"What's the matter?" I said.
She looked, her face blushing red from all of what we'd been doing, pointed, and finally said, "Jesus Christ. I don't think I've seen a guy that hard in years. I'm not kidding. You're fucking huge."
I just smiled, shrugged and said, "You do that to me."
She looked at me and, hesitating, finally answered. "Come on. You're just saying that. I mean, not to sound whorish and whatnot, but it's sex. Wouldn't you get that way with someone else?"
I looked at her, walked up to her, and picked her up. I leaned into her, opened my mouth, and started kissing her. My hands wandered, touching her boobs, cupping her nipples, cupping her boobs, sliding down across her stomach, and down to her pubic hair. All the while we kept kissing. I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex.
"No. It's you. I mean, sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while married. I won't lie. I'm not sure if you know that. But seriously, you just do it differently. You get me going in a way I've never gotten worked up before. It's pretty damn amazing." I said.
Brandy looked at me, pulled back, started stroking my massively hard dick, and, smiling, said, "That's good. It's nice to hear. So let's do something different."
I looked at her, smiled and said, "Different? As in how? What kind of different do you want to do?"
She turned around, gently spread her legs, and, smiling, I said, "Ahh. I like doggie style. You've got a fucking beautiful ass. God this is going to be amazing. I swear to Jesus I'm getting harder just thinking about grabbing your hips, pulling you against me, and sliding deep inside your little ass like that."
Brandy turned around, stood up, pushed up against me, and kissed me. Reaching over into the living room drawer, she moved some things aside, pushed some papers around, and came back with a little bottle.
"What's that?" I said, looking at her.
"I wanted to do something different. I bought this, but honestly, I've only used it on myself. Brian won't do anything dirty or sexually perverted. So would you use it on me?" Brandy said.
I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Sure. You want me to use body gel and heating oil on you?" To which she smiled, handed it to me, turned around, and gently bent over. And then I heard the words I'd never heard from anyone. Ever.
"No. I don't want you to do me doggie style. I want you to lube yourself up, use your fingers, lube me up, and I want you to have anal sex with me. And cum inside my ass when you're going to finish fucking me."
To be continued....
Her husband, quite honestly, was an asshole. Overweight, loud, obnoxious, and openly rude towards anyone that he didn't like. He came across as pushy and downright nasty to some people. Yet, he'd go to church, he'd be social, be the good Christian, and then in private, turn into an asshole again. Everyone that knew him understood that. And myself, much like the others, could figure that the only reason Brandy stayed with him was for the kids and because financially it was easy.
I'd never pursued anything, although I'd wanted to fuck her for so long; cute, petite, long black hair, a nice set of small, round lips, an amazing set of boobs, and an ass that I could get a hard dick over just looking at. Then I'd look at her husband. and there was just nothing nice that I could say about the guy. She and I would talk, we'd laugh, joke, and we'd always have a hilarious conversation about her husband and my wife. We'd make comments that maybe we should set them up, knowing both were lame and prudish, but they'd be so paranoid that they'd spend their lives stalking each other, and never do anything else. And all I could think of in the back of my mind, knowing Brandy's perverted mind and her dirty sense of humor, was, "and we could go home every night, and fuck like mad rabbits while those two lame asses never got laid."
I just never said it. I guess I didn't want to risk our friendship, ruin anything good, and most importantly, I didn't know if she felt the same way. So for years, I'd just let it go.
Until one night when I was at her house, things started up and we wound up getting very sexually involved.Which led to a return favor, right in my living room. I could not believe how wet she was, how quickly she got drenched, how hard she came, and how she damn nearly broke my fingers having multiple orgasms squeezing her pussy lips so tight against my hand that I couldn't move. At one point, she'd panted, gasped, spread her legs, and giggled, seeing the look on my face. Christ, I had no idea a chick her age could get off like that.
And all I could think about was how I desperately wanted more.
It took less than fifteen minutes of fingering her and getting her off multiple times before I had her naked, spread out, and my face buried between her legs on the floor. I was eating her pussy, licking her thick, dark pubic hair, and sliding my tongue inside of her pussy until she completely drenched my face. God, I'd wanted to fuck her for so long, but had no idea it would be this intense, this intimate, and this sexual. I don't think my dick had been this hard in such a long time.
My boxers came off and, lying on my back on the floor, I saw Brandy take my dick in her hand, spread her legs, and I watched it enter her pussy. As I slid through her soaking wet pubic hair, she grunted, gasped, and I found myself completely inside her.
The first time we fucked, it was intense, physical, and amazing. We were talking throughout, as long as it lasted and she told me that she had wanted to this for as long as I had. She said she figured I'd never had the interest, so SHE never pursued it. And, midway through our sex, I knew I was going to cum.
Telling me with a smile, "I have three kids", I let loose and completely filled her. I felt my dick squirt time and again until I emptied out inside her. I watched her get up later, clean off, wipe up, get dressed, and when getting a kiss goodnight, she said, "We gotta do this again."
Little did I know that "again" would come sooner than later.
It was just two days later. Brandy called me. We talked a bit. And I told her that I would have the house alone that evening. When I asked what she was doing, she said the kids were with Brian. They had gone out of town to visit family, and she told me that she was just hanging out. Asking where my kids were and my wife was, I told her that they had been busy, made plans, and that they wouldn't be back until late. We talked, hesitated, and I left it alone. I was sitting at home, simply watching a movie, and quite honestly, figuring I'd masturbate to some porn later that evening, when my cell phone ring.
And not more than fifteen minutes later, I found myself in the car, driving the distance across town to her house to hang out with her. In truth, I didn't expect anything more than to probably watch a movie, have something to eat (she was an amazing cook), and hang out. Little did I know, that wasn't the plan that Brandy had in mind.
We were hanging out in the kitchen while she cooked dinner. Talking back and forth, I was pleasantly surprised that, considering how seriously intense and physically intimate it had been just a couple of days ago, a line we crossed in our friendship I never thought we'd cross, it was really easy to just chill with her. We were laughing, giggling about stuff, and cracking jokes about our spouses and how much different each of us were compared to who we were with.
She had the dinner going, and informed me that it would probably be about a half hour. When she asked about my wife, I ensured her there was nothing to worry about. I was honest, and told her I was more concerned with Brian. So she said to me, "let me call him, and confirm that it's still good," and she picked up her cell phone.
Getting off the phone a few minutes later, she smiled and said, "Yep. He picked up at his mom's house. They're almost 3 hours away. So even if he left right now, there's nothing to worry about. Stop being paranoid. I'd never do anything to fuck up our easy lives or make anything stupid. It's too convenient for us to stay together, and too good for our friendship to make shit work like this. He's such a fucking douche that he'd never suspect. He thinks that we're perfectly happy, a great married couple, and all that shit. Kind of like your wife, right?"
We had a good laugh at that.
And, looking at her, I just decided to take the next step.
I walked up to Brandy, pulled her away from the stove, and pushed her against the wall. She looked at me, her dark eyes wide, opened her mouth slowly, and I slid my tongue inside her mouth, my lips up against hers, and started kissing her. It didn't take long. My dick grew hard. And I knew she could feel it.
"Gee, doesn't take you much, does it?" Brandy said, laughing as she pointed down to my bulge in my jeans.
I just smiled and said, "I guess after what happened the other day, I can't get you off my mind. Sorry if that's a bit forward, but seriously, I never thought it would be that good. Not saying I thought it would be bad, but quite honestly, I had no clue."
Brandy answered by stepping back and shocking me. She simply reached down and pulled up her shirt. I stood there, looking at a simple white bra. Cleavage popping out of it, an amazing set of boobs that turned me the fuck on, and, without a word, she unzipped and unbuttoned her pants.
"Holy shit. You don't waste time, do you?" I asked with a laugh.
Brandy looked at me, smiled, and said, "Blunt truth. After we were done the other night, I knew Brian's lame ass would be sleeping and he'd be fat and gross all over the bed. I was so horny that I went into the bathroom and I masturbated. All I could think about was you eating me out. I came at least three more times. I have never had a guy in my life, and I mean never, eat a pussy like you have."
I just stood there, my mouth open, my dick hard in my jeans, and said, "Holy shit. You don't mince words."
She smiled and said, "Nope. I don't. And I want you to do it again. How about it?"
I stood there a second, walked up to her, reached over, and, reaching down, pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, and, standing there in a simple pair of white underwear and bra, I could not believe how fucking horny I was, staring at her body.
I could see between her legs, and saw the black patch of pubic hair covering that intensely tight pussy that I'd fingered two days earlier, and I'd eaten out for the longest time, making it cum so hard it drenched my face.
And I reached down without a word, slid her underwear down, grazing her thighs with my fingers, and said, "Step out of them." To which she looked at me, stared into my eyes, and did just that.
She walked up to me, nothing on her lower half, still in her bra, and unbuttoned my jeans. She unzipped them, and, pulling them down, pulled them past my thighs and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and my dick was bulging in my underwear.
Brandy said nothing as she pulled my underwear down. I stood there, my dick jutting straight out, and she dropped to her knees.
Without a word, she took my immensely hard dick in her mouth, and started sucking. I could not believe it. It was fucking amazing.
I gasped. "Jesus Christ. Holy fuck."
To which Brandy pulled her head back, smiled, and said, "Just cum. It's okay. We'll do it again later. I want to make you feel good. I wanna get you off." and she slid her mouth down across the head of my dick again, and damn near deep throating me.
She was looking up at me, moving her head back and forth, and her mouth down my shaft. I gasped, panted, grunted, and I reached down. Putting my fingers in Brandy's hair, running it through the dark black mane that hung down, I watched her bobbing down my dick.
And I fucking came so hard in her mouth it nearly knocked me to my knees.
She held on, I gasped, my knees turning to jelly, and I swear to God, it felt like I came in her fucking mouth for five minutes. She swallowed it all.
And, finishing, me gasping, panting and grunting, she stood up, swallowing the rest of the cum I'd squirted into her mouth, and said, "Be right back." And literally, I shit you not, walked out of the room.
About five minutes later Brandy came back. I was sitting with nothing on my lower half, my limp dick hanging down, in the chair in her kitchen. She smiled at me.
"Do you feel okay now?" Brandy said.
"Holy fucking shit Brandy. Goddamn. I've never had a girl do it like that. I'm not fucking kidding you. I've never cum that hard in my life from a blowjob. And I've only had one girl in my life swallow."
"Your wife?" Brandy said with a laugh.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Fuck no. She wouldn't do that if I paid her. What the fuck. Are you kidding me?" and I looked at her.
She stood up, walked over to me, and unhooked her bra. Leaning lower into me, I took one of her boobs in my mouth. I cupped it, and started sucking on her round puffy nipple. Brandy gasped, I heard her pant, moan, and I pulled back.
"Oh fuck. Please. I didn't mean for you to stop. Goddamn, please don't ever stop touching me. I'm soaking wet. I'm serious. I cannot stop dripping down there."
I said nothing. I stood up. I put my arms around her, kissed her, and gently started pushing her to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Brandy said.
"I wanna go down on you in the worst way. I swear to God, it turned me on so fucking much the other day when I was with you, you tasted so goddamn good, I want you. I really want you," I said.
Brandy looked at me, smiled and said, "God. It's so nice to be wanted." She lowered herself to the floor.
She spread her legs, laid right there on the kitchen floor, and I swear I ate her pussy for nearly fifteen minutes. I think she came at least a half dozen times. I was fingering her, sliding my mouth up against her thick black pubic hair patch, inside her pussy, getting my tongue soaked, and feeling her tighten up against my mouth.
The last time she came, I almost couldn't breathe. She was so tight, so wet, soaking my face, and squeezing her legs together. When she finished, she laid there, and my dick was intensely hard. I knew that, after cumming early, typical of how a thing worked with me, I could fuck her for an hour and not cum.
Except that's not exactly what she had in mind.
As she finished, she sat up and was leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Let's go in the other room?" Brandy said.
I stood up and she gasped.
"What's the matter?" I said.
She looked, her face blushing red from all of what we'd been doing, pointed, and finally said, "Jesus Christ. I don't think I've seen a guy that hard in years. I'm not kidding. You're fucking huge."
I just smiled, shrugged and said, "You do that to me."
She looked at me and, hesitating, finally answered. "Come on. You're just saying that. I mean, not to sound whorish and whatnot, but it's sex. Wouldn't you get that way with someone else?"
I looked at her, walked up to her, and picked her up. I leaned into her, opened my mouth, and started kissing her. My hands wandered, touching her boobs, cupping her nipples, cupping her boobs, sliding down across her stomach, and down to her pubic hair. All the while we kept kissing. I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex.
"No. It's you. I mean, sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while married. I won't lie. I'm not sure if you know that. But seriously, you just do it differently. You get me going in a way I've never gotten worked up before. It's pretty damn amazing." I said.
Brandy looked at me, pulled back, started stroking my massively hard dick, and, smiling, said, "That's good. It's nice to hear. So let's do something different."
I looked at her, smiled and said, "Different? As in how? What kind of different do you want to do?"
She turned around, gently spread her legs, and, smiling, I said, "Ahh. I like doggie style. You've got a fucking beautiful ass. God this is going to be amazing. I swear to Jesus I'm getting harder just thinking about grabbing your hips, pulling you against me, and sliding deep inside your little ass like that."
Brandy turned around, stood up, pushed up against me, and kissed me. Reaching over into the living room drawer, she moved some things aside, pushed some papers around, and came back with a little bottle.
"What's that?" I said, looking at her.
"I wanted to do something different. I bought this, but honestly, I've only used it on myself. Brian won't do anything dirty or sexually perverted. So would you use it on me?" Brandy said.
I looked at her, smiled, and said, "Sure. You want me to use body gel and heating oil on you?" To which she smiled, handed it to me, turned around, and gently bent over. And then I heard the words I'd never heard from anyone. Ever.
"No. I don't want you to do me doggie style. I want you to lube yourself up, use your fingers, lube me up, and I want you to have anal sex with me. And cum inside my ass when you're going to finish fucking me."
To be continued....
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