Fuck Date

“Are we still on for tonight?”  Her voice on the phone was neutral and matter-of-fact, as though she didn’t care one way or the other.

“As far as I’m concerned, we are,” he replied with equal neutrality.  “Your place, right?”

“Yeah.  I’ve got to get out on a flight in the morning, so I’ll host.”

“Are we gonna get anything to eat before hand?”

“No, I’ve got plenty of stuff.  I’ll feed you.”

“So I don’t need to bring anything?  In that case I’ll come over right after work.”

“Sounds like a plan.  I’ll see you then.”

His cock was stirring in his pants when he sat back from cradling the phone.  He and Madison may have been completely casual about their date, but Mr. Johnson wasn’t fooled.  He knew that a fuck date meant that he would be busy – and he was eager.

Fuck buddies.  Friends with benefits.  Whatever, Kurt was just happy with the arrangement.  He and Madison had met as co-workers and socialized at the after hours waterhole meetings.  Their cooperation on the job was lubricated by the drinks they shared after softball games, the conversation at the occasional group lunches and the Friday night Happy Hours.  They talked easily between themselves, sharing confidences and exchanging office gossip.

Their friendship was nearly a year old when they found themselves sharing a night cap in the bar of a hotel in a distant city during the course of a business trip.  The next day would not be particularly demanding.  They were making a general luncheon presentation to a group of potential clients.  Mid-afternoon would find them on a flight home.

The conversation had gotten unusually intimate.  A general ribald exchange of observations about boys, girls and sex took an unexpected turn when Madison shared a detailed account of an episode that transpired in bed with a casual date.  He felt compelled to reciprocate with his own tale of an experience between the sheets.  Her eyes were glowing with interest as his story concluded.  She was cradling her nearly-empty drink when she leaned forward.

“Do you think we’d be good in bed?”

His drink-fogged senses suddenly cleared.  He was conscious of the increased tempo of his heart as he strove unsuccessfully for a moment to form words.  Then he said the obvious.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

If he’d meant that to be jocular, he failed.  Nevertheless, he was relieved to find his reply came out more matter-of-factly than he expected.  Still, he wasn’t smiling.

“Want to try?  I mean, just a little experiment.  Still just friends.  Okay?”

He essayed a shrug but managed only a toss of his head.

“Sure.  Okay.”

The process of settling the check and making their way her room seemed to proceed in slow motion.  The dilated view of her standing by closet hanging her clothes as she disrobed appeared as through a reversed telescope.  He barely had his shoes and socks off by the time her panties joined her bra on the dresser.  Naked, she cocked her head and smiled amusedly at him.

“Can I help?”

He dragged his gaze from her smoothly shaved pussy and gained his feet.  His fingers got busy with his belt, hoping that he would get his pants off before his growing hard-on tented his fly.

“Uh, technical difficulties with a shoelace.  I’ll be with you momentarily.”

The smile persisted as she slipped onto the bed and arranged herself comfortably on her side with her legs drawn up.  That hid her pussy but let him appreciate how well her tits maintained their attitude, resisting slumping.  The roundness of her hips made a nice profile, too.

Her lips parted through her smile as she regarded his rampant cock.  He had elected to drag down his shorts with his pants, hence the display that claimed her attention as he fumbled with his shirt.

Her gaze followed his naked cock as he crawled up on the bed to join her.  Their eyes flickered over each other and then locked together.

Her voice was quiet and a bit strained.

“Just a friendly fuck, right?  No big deal.”

“Right.”

He reached for her as she stretched out and rolled onto her back.

A short time later he raised himself off her to gaze into her half-open eyes.  The slight sheen of perspiration on her forehead and the gradually slowing of her breathing were the remnants of the congress of their naked bodies.  He felt his cock softening in her cunt, having delivered his seed unabated deep into her. 

“So what do you think?” Her voice was little more than a gasp.  “Are we good in bed?”

He made a conscious effort to control his breathing.

“No,” he replied gravely, paused and then, “I think we’re great.”  He allowed himself a smile before he continued.  “That’s gotta be some of the best fucking I’ve had – ever.”

When he lowered his face to apply his lips to hers, her finger intervened, pressing his lips and arresting his progress.  Her eyes opened wide in reproach.

“Ah, ah.  We said ‘just friends.’  Let’s not take a chance on spoiling it with romantics.  Okay?”

He was surprised but wasn’t about to protest.  If this is the way she thought it should be, he was completely okay with just putting his cock in her.

Eventually he took the hint and repaired to his room for the night.  They met at the prearranged time for breakfast the next morning.  The conversation was a mix of small talk and preparation for the meeting.  He began to surmise that she was going to act like nothing happened.

The presentation over, they drove to the airport with little said between them.  Finally she recognized the elephant in the room.

“I’ve been thinking about what we did last night,” she began without looking at him.  “I liked it and I wouldn’t mind if we did it again sometime.”  She paused but he didn’t trust himself to speak.  “What’s your take?”

She had turned to him.  He could feel her eyes as he watched the road.  He took a breath.

“I’m down with that.  I don’t see why we shouldn’t make each other feel good with a friendly little roll in the hay every once in a while.”

His jaw clamped shut and he drew another breath and held it.  He was relieved when he saw her face light up with a pleased smile.

“My thinking exactly.”

He resumed breathing as he retuned her smile.

His cock had discharged quite a few loads of semen into her cunt over the few months that had elapsed since their first tryst.  Mostly they fucked during the week, reserving weekends for their “normal” dating.  Both had had multiple partners since their friendship had “expanded” as she liked to put it.  It deepened as well as they shared intimate details of those other experiences between themselves.

It occurred to him that they were gradually becoming “tuned” to each other both in and out of bed.  A lot of communication between them was being conveyed in shorthand phrases or sometimes with no more than a knowing glance.  Alone together, they finished each other’s sentences and occasionally one spoke what was on the other’s mind.  And the sex … well, it just seemed better and better. 

“You beat me.”

He turned to see her smile – and the rest of her – coming up the walk behind him.  Her outfit was a rather severe pin-stripped skirt suit accessorized with a large shoulder bag.  The suit’s close fit to her slim shape, however, managed to make it uncompromisingly feminine.  An open-throat white blouse collar provided a fronting to the lapels.  Nevertheless, the features that caused him to return her smile started at the gold chain around her neck and continued up.

Her face was an appealing ensemble of small features dominated by her bright blue eyes.  When she wore her blonde hair the way in was now – up in a French twist – it emphasized her long, slim neck.  Since she was no more than average height, the total effect was to make her appear delightfully small and precious.  The sight of her invariably caused him to vicariously relive enfolding her naked body in his arms.

When she gained his side, she continued the silent smile for a moment before inclining her head toward the key in his hand. 

“Are you going to let us in?”

“Oh, sure.”

He opened the door and stood aside.  They exchanged no kiss or touch.  They were only friends after all.  Fuck buddies, but just friends.

She moved smoothly past him and parked her shoulder bag on a chair.  Then she half turned and looked at him along the line of her shoulder.

“Want to fuck first?”

“Yeah, fine.”

She nodded agreeably as she turned toward the bedroom.

“Come on, then.”

Standing at the foot of the bed she stepped out of her shoes as she watched him enter the room. 

“Did you get settled with Ed?”

As he pulled off his suit jacket, she hiked up her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her pantyhose. 

“Yeah, finally.  He looked for a while like he was going to be an asshole about adding Fiona to the presentation team, but he did give in.”

After slipping her pantyhose down to her knees, she sat on the bed and pulled the legs off one at a time.  In the meantime, he ditched his tie and leaned over to pick at his shoe laces.  He kept his eyes on her.  Knowing her routine, his cock was already stirring in his pants.

“What do you think his problem is with her?”

Still seated with her skirt hiked up to her waist, she checked to see if he was watching before she took hold of the waistband of the thong panties she was wearing.  Raising her ass off the bed momentarily, she pulled the undergarment down her thighs.  Resuming her seat she extended her legs in his direction as she slipped the panty over her ankles and on to the floor.  Her smooth shaved pussy winked in and then out of view.

“I dunno.  It seems to have started almost as soon as she came on board.”

His shirt was out of his pants and half unbuttoned by the time she stood, allowing her skirt to reclaim her modesty.  Thankfully, her pussy was back in view a moment later when she released the waist clasp of her skirt and allowed it to puddle at her feet.  That was her routine of late. She always led with that lovely pussy.  The cock that tented his boxers when he got his pants open was registering its approval of her sequence of undress.

“Frankly,” he continued.  “I think he’s got a thing for her and he’s overcompensating.”

Her steady, promising gaze held him captive as she peeled off her suit jacket and laid it aside.

“I can see where that could happen - especially since she’s obviously ‘way out of his league.  She’s gorgeous, young and he’s so stiff and married.”

Only three buttons later her blouse was open and slipping smoothly off her shoulders with no apparent help from her. He forgot to step out of his underpants as he noted that she was wearing only a frilly white bra and that gold neck chain.

“I think the thing that gets to him is that she knows she’s hot and usually gets special treatment because of it.”

Her hands took their time disappearing behind her to seek her bra clasp.  A moment later that garment went limp indicating that their mission was accomplished.  Her head cocked challengingly as her hands removed and discarded the bra.  Her liberated breasts stood up unassumingly. 

“He shouldn’t make such an issue of it,” she observed.  “She can’t get by on her looks indefinitely.  He should just bide his time and let her show whether she’s got anything going on besides her hot little ass.”

Madison would never be described as buxom or well-endowed.  Each of her tits represented a handful, no more.  But they were a delightful handful – and mouthful.

Naked at last he crossed the space between them.  His hard cock bobbed jauntily as it led the way.  Her eyes flicked briefly to that challenging member before she raised a hand to meet it as it came into reach.

“It looks like you’re ready,” she offered quietly, as her hand appropriated his cock.  “Why don’t you help me?”

“Glad to.” 

His gaze didn’t leave the quizzical expression on her face as one of his hands passed down over her abdomen, her mons and then underneath.  He placed his other hand on her waist to steady them both as his fingers played over her pussy lips.  A few caresses later his middle digit sought entrance.  With her legs cooperatively spread and her moistness developing, his finger was soon fully inside.

Her eyes glazed as he worked her cunt slowly.  She seemed unconscious of the fact that she was tugging his cock in rhythm to his internal ministrations.  Eventually, that exquisite neck drooped and her gaze lowered as her breathing shifted to her mouth and became ragged.  Her free hand sought his shoulder for support while her body swayed in time with his finger thrusts.

Taking the lead, he backed her to the bed.  She took the hint and slowly sat down and lay back, releasing his cock and catching herself with her elbows.  Her heavy lidded eyes sought his face for further instruction as his finger continued to work between her splayed legs.  Her small tits maintained their integrity, offering an appealing display.

Inserting a second finger, he paused in his thrusts and instead exerted upward pressure as though trying to lift her by her cunt.  Again, she responded to his unspoken suggestion.  She began to crawl on her back up the bed.  As she cleared space, he followed her in his own three-point crawl, maintaining the stimulation of her pussy.

When they had both gained enough of the bed, she unpropped herself from her elbows and lay back.  Titling her chin down, her half-closed eyes regarded him expectantly.  He knew what she was anticipating.  Lowering his face to her smooth abdomen, he trailed kisses and lip caresses down over her mons to her pussy lips. 

Time to get to work.  His fingers resumed thrusting slowly in and out of her cunt, seeking her sensitive spot.  When she bucked and her legs started undulating he wasn’t sure whether it was because he had found her internal trigger or because his tongue was now rapidly lapping at her clit.

Her vocalizations accompanied repeated grabs at his hair.  Only vaguely aware of the pain she was inflicting, he kept up his ministrations to her nether regions.  Her climax was marked in part by the squeezing of his head by her writhing thighs.  He hardly noticed because he was challenged by trying to maintain mouth contact with her pussy while she arched her back repeatedly trying to thrust her crotch at him.

He was pretty sure that she had experienced multiple orgasms by the time he discontinued his clit-licking.  His tongue was getting tired.  Feeling the cessation of activity, her head, which had turned aside during her orgasms, swung unsteadily to center to reacquire a view of his face.  Her tits pumped on her heaving chest.

Getting to his knees, he marched his drooling hard-on to the proximity of her cunt as his fingers continued to hold her open.  His free hand took his shaft and guided the head into her.  Once sure of his cock’s purchase, he retrieved his fingers from inside her.  Placing his hands on either side of her, he enjoyed the sensation of feeling and watching his rigid cock disappear into her.  Sufficiently recovered, she drew her knees up to ease his entry.

A few adjustments followed his achieving full penetration.  When she was comfortable, she wrapped her legs around his ass.  He knew the squeeze of her legs meant that she was ready to be fucked.  He obliged with a few experimental short, slow thrusts.  Encouraged that all was working properly, he essayed longer strokes. 

As much as he enjoyed the sensation of plunging deeply into her, he knew what she needed.  He paused with his cock partially withdrawn and performed some short thrusts.  He knew that this caused the rim of his cock to rub against her internal trigger.  His reward was observing the wave that passed through her body as her eyes squeezed shut and her head turned to the side once more.

That activity took its toll, however.  A sense of urgency overtook him, causing him to switch into a pattern of successively shorter, rapid strokes.  Finally, the tingle in his cock head warned him of his impeding climax.  A hitch and a grunt later, he made his final plunge.

Almost at once she went completely limp.  Her arms and legs dropped away and her pussy muscles went slack.  She’d done this before.   When timed right it gave him an amazing rush to be inseminating her inert body.  He’d never told her why this turned him on.  It harked back to the nature films of lions and tigers and other large cats of prey as they ran down the much smaller gazelle and seized it by the throat.  The sight of the sleek, beautiful prey struggling feebly as it was being parted from its life by the much larger, stronger killer always seemed incredible erotic to him.  When Madison had somehow discovered that her limp sexual surrender turned him on, she concentrated on perfecting her performance to maximize his response.   However she had deduced it, he was beyond caring as he thrust into her and came with blinding ferocity.  He was just grateful.

As the waves of his climax subsided, he continued to punish her cunt with repeated pressure.  The only movement of her spread eagled body was in reaction to his violations.  She stirred only after he ceased his striving and collapsed on top of her.

As her arms and legs started to move around him, he took a couple of deep breaths and then raised his head.  Returned to life, her eyes fluttered then opened halfway.  Her hair remained in its tight twist, seemly undisturbed by their activity.

She looked so hot when fresh fucked.  The sight of her made his face just naturally relax into a smile.  He remembered to avoid kissing her, so he contented himself by repeatedly pressing his softening cock into her.  Silently, she returned his smile as her body rocked gently with his strokes.

“Veggie stir fry okay with you?”

“Sure,” he replied as he retrieved the large frying pan from its storage place.

He took a second sip of white wine as he watched her at the refrigerator.  As was her usual habit, she’d remained naked after their fuck.  So had he.  Watching the pageant of her delectable parts come in and pass out of view, he appreciated the smooth curve of her ass surmounted by those cute dimples in her lower back.  As she turned back, those pretty, perky tits claimed his attention before his eyes dropped inevitably to that wonderful smooth pussy, now with such prominent lips, thanks to his cock’s recent visit.  Of course, when his gaze scaled that superb neck the tiny mouth was smiling knowingly, acknowledging his appraisal.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have chicken in it?  I can defrost a breast.”

“No, I’m fine.”  I’ve already had a nice breast, he thought.

He never thought he’d do just veggies and call it a meal, but that was Madison’s influence on him.  Thanks to her subtle suggestions he had acceded to a wider field of experiences and developed more openness to new things.  But even beyond that it had become increasingly important to him that he please her.  On the other hand, he had to admit that she’d been very open to his suggestions, too.  And then there was the synergy that they generated between them.  Like that time several weeks ago …

They were hanging out in an airport cocktail lounge awaiting word on a much-delayed homeward flight.  The light fare that they had consumed had been washed down with what was getting to be too many drinks.  They were situated at a table in the back corner too close to many other tables around them.  Increasingly, they became aware of the attractive, well dressed couple at the adjacent table.  The awareness was obviously mutual, judging from the frequency of the sidelong glances in both directions.

“I wonder what the latest lie about our flight is,” Madison asked uncharacteristically raising her voice.  More surprisingly, she was looking directly at the male half of the couple at the next table.  He was in the midst of a glance in her direction when she locked gazes with him.  Apparently, he concluded that the question was directed at him.

“I just asked our waitress to check,” he replied.  “They’re sticking to their story that it’s going to be another hour.”

He followed up with a smile.  Ball in Madison’s court.

“Oh, you’re going to the same place we are?”

“We are that.  I sneaked a look at your boarding pass.”  He nodded at her pass lying on the table next to her drink.

It started to dawn on Kurt that the stranger had an accent.  A Brit, he guessed.  It turned out he was Australian.  His name was Jay.  His companion was an American named Sheila.  They were a couple returning from visiting friends.

When Shelia asked if Kurt and Madison were a couple, Kurt jumped in quickly, insisting that they were just colleagues.  Madison mildly corrected that they were friends, too.  Jay volunteered that he misread their relationship.  He thought they looked like a couple.  Kurt and Madison involuntarily exchanged glances.  Kurt felt some vague disquiet.  If it were so obvious to this stranger that they were more than friends, who else among their familiar circle might have picked up on it?  The thought slipped away as Jay continued.

“I’m always on the lookout for couples of a special type,” Jay continued.  His nearly oval head was fringed with a shadow beard and close cropped dark hair.  His dark eyes moved back and forth between them in a keen analytical way. 

Madison beat Kurt to the punch asking the follow-up question.

“What special type?”

“The type that is open to The Lifestyle.”  Kurt clearly heard the capital letters in his reply.

“You mean couples who are into swapping partners,” Kurt blurted.  Sheila fixed him with an appraising look.  Well, are you? she seemed to be asking.  Long, lean and sophisticated was Kurt’s evaluation of her appearance.  Her prominent cheek bones and straight nose were the setting for her arresting sloe eyes.  Her tits were prominent, too, he noted approvingly.  What caused him to ponder her look, however, was that the montage of her features was rendered all the more intriguing by her smooth mocha skin tone.  He elevated his evaluation to “exotic.”

Madison’s eyes were on Jay. 

“How does The Lifestyle work?” she asked with engaging innocence.

Jay seemed pleased by the question.

“Committed couples who are secure in their relationships seek new sexual experiences with others but jointly with their partners.  It works for open-minded couples who don’t have many limits on what they’re willing to try.”

Kurt noticed that Madison’s chest was rising and falling with her heavy breathing.  Her glance in his direction invited him to make the next move.  His own level of excitement was such that he wasn’t sure he trusted his voice.

“Well, uh, let’s just say for argument that we were a couple – the right kind of couple – what do you usually do when you meet someone like that?”

Jay had been leaning forward on his elbows watching them closely.  He didn’t bat an eye as he replied.

“We invite them to visit us and give it a try.”

“You mean two on two?”

“Oh, no.  This is a group affair.  Usually we have several couples involved.”  He abandoned his elbows and sat up in his chair as he continued.  “We get together a house party on a mutually agreeable evening, serve refreshments, set a few ground rules and then let things carry on from there.”

Neither Kurt nor Madison attempted an immediate response.  Before the pause became too old, Sheila looked at Madison.

“If you were a liberated couple, you’d be just the sort we’d be looking for – young, attractive professionals.”  Her voice was low and warm with an indescribable lilt to it.  The possibility of fucking this alluring creature was beginning to appeal to Kurt.

“I guess we’d have to think about it,” Kurt said slowly while returning his gaze to Madison.  Her expression was inscrutable, but he sensed that her excitement had not abated.

“Of course,” Jay nodded agreeably.  “Here you are.  Give us a call if you’re interested.  We live in the same area, so it won’t be hard to get together.”

He offered a business card to Kurt.

Jay Anchors, Memorable Affairs it read.  A telephone number, e-mail address and website URL followed.

“Okay, then,” Jay was signing his credit card bill that the waitress had just delivered.  “We’re going to push off and leave you to your deliberations.  We’ll probably see you in the boarding lounge.  Nice meeting you two.”

Shelia repeated his leave taking as they collected their bags to leave the bar.  Her gaze and Kurt’s met and lingered before she turned away.

“What do you think?” Madison asked as soon as they were out of sight.  Kurt rallied.

“I’m very titillated, but these two are total strangers.  This could be a confidence game … or a police sting … or a Satanic cult …” His voice trailed off.  He was not convincing himself.

Madison leaned forward with a slight, knowing smile.

“You’d like to fuck that girl, wouldn’t you?  I could tell the way you looked at her.  I’ll bet she knew it, too.”

“She was kind of attractive,” Kurt allowed with a wan smile.

“If you want to do it, I’m game,” she said.   Her smile was wider and her eyes were sparkling. “It will probably be an interesting experience.”

“Are we a committed couple?”

Madison’s smile dropped but didn’t totally disappear and her chin lifted momentarily before she finally nodded.  “We’re fuck buddies.  That’s close enough.”

When they spotted Jay and Sheila in the boarding area, the two were leaning close, apparently in intense conversation.  It couldn’t have been too serious, however, since they lapsed into smiles frequently.  Sheila spotted their approach and Jay followed her gaze.

“Hello again, Kurt, Madison,” Jay greeted them through a broadening grin.  Since Kurt responded with little more than a shy smile and a nod with Madison hanging just behind his shoulder, Jay continued.  “You look as though you have something to tell us.”  His hand covered Sheila’s as he said “us.”

Kurt finally succeeded in recruiting his tongue.

“We want to play.”  He wanted to add more but he couldn’t think how to embellish that statement.  Jay continued to grin as he nodded.  His reaction suggested that he was being told something that was already well known.

“Good.  Bring your boarding passes and come with me to the podium. We’ll get you seated with us.”

Thanks to Jay’s nimble wielding of his credit card, the four of them flew home in first class.   Sheila sat in the aisle seat next to Kurt in the row across from Jay and Madison. 

Kurt was not aware of what occurred across the aisle.  Sheila managed to occupy his attention very effectively. Her hand was busy with his cock which she had extracted from his fly under the blanket she’d promptly spread on his lap.  She managed to lean casually over the divider between their seats so that her inside hand could go about its business discretely.  Although he was self conscious about the presence of the cabin attendant, she had such a skilful touch that she brought him off without obvious violent pumping under the blanket.  His head lulled back as he recovered from the intense pleasure of being relieved of his load.  Through half open eyes he appreciated the way she made a show of licking his seed from her fingers afterward.

When he’d recovered sufficiently, he glanced across the aisle to see how Madison and her companion were progressing.  He was surprised to note that their seats were unoccupied.  When he turned his head back to Sheila she was smiling knowingly at his puzzlement.

“I believe Jay is inducting your girl into the Mile High Club,” explained.

A short time later, Jay wove down the aisle.  When he caught Kurt’s eye, he grinned.  Before taking his seat, he leaned across to Kurt. 

“Madison’s cunt is very special.  You’re a lucky man.”  Despite a momentary flash of nascent jealousy, Kurt couldn’t help returning the other man’s smile.  Yes, Madison had a very sweet cunt.  Somehow he felt a bonding experience with this stranger who had just had his cock in his woman.

Kurt had no problem smiling at Madison when she made her way back to her seat a few minutes later.  The bright flush on her face was ample confirmation of her recent fucking.  Jay moved to the window seat and Sheila crossed to join him, so that Kurt and Madison could sit together.

“So, what do you think?” Kurt opened in a low tone.

Madison shook her head in admiration.

“He’s amazing.  He played me like he’d been fucking me all his life.  And his cock …” she rolled her eyes for emphasis, “is huge.  I’ve never had one that size before.  It’s the first time I wondered whether I could accommodate a cock.”

Kurt felt another twinge of jealousy, but he was also titillated.

“How naked did you get/”

“Oh, just the bare essentials.  I peeled off my panty hose and panties before he knocked on the door.  When he came in, he dropped his drawers – he wasn’t wearing underwear – and he took it from there.”  She paused to remember.  “I had a lot of trouble being quiet while he did me.  He really got me off.”

“Did he cum inside you?”

“Yeah.  He asked me when he was about to spurt and I told him he could.  Actually, it was the only practical thing to do.  I don’t think he had enough room in there to pull out and find a place to shoot.  It was so tight.”  She paused as one of her hands went to her abdomen.  “I just happened to think: you came in me this morning and now he has.  I’ve never been fucked by two guys in less than twelve hours before.  I’ve got two guys’ spunk in me at the same time.  That’s an amazing thought.”

Her look was dreamy as well as pleased.  He couldn’t help smiling at her beaming face.  He’d liked to have kissed that face at that moment.

As it turned out, Madison’s personal record stood for only about 10 days.  Two guys fucked her at Jay and Sheila’s party.  Kurt witnessed both violations as he successively fucked a pair of partners in the same bed. 

The first of his fucks was the magnificent Sheila.  She did not disappoint.  The excellent BJ she gave as part of foreplay was a milestone event in its own right.  Entering her was another treat.  Her control of her vaginal muscles was awe-inspiring.  Although he was on top of her when he climaxed, he never doubted who was in complete control of the fuck – and it was not him.  As he lay on top of her after his release, her pussy continued to milk his cock.  He fancied that if she had decided to, she could have drawn his body entirely inside hers, pulling him in cock first.

Madison’s body was rocking with the thrusts of the man inside her as she kept glancing up at him with wondering eyes.  His awareness of her attention added to his arousal as he pounded the cunts of his victims (he loved thinking of them that way).  But Madison’s three fuck record breaker occurred after they had left the affair and returned to her place. 

A residual undercurrent of sexual tension lingered all the way home. Once inside, it took only moments for Madison to disrobe and attack Kurt.  When she received her third insemination of the day, she was on top of him riding his cock feverishly.  When they awoke the next morning after an exhausted sleep, it was he who was energized.  She was presenting her cunt rearward from her knees and elbows when he climaxed with surprising force.  As they lay side by side afterward their dazed looks seemed ask each other what had come over them.

“So, how was your date with the Irish lass?”

He refocused on the present.  She was referring to his inaugural date last weekend with a sporting Irish girl he had met in a dart tournament at a sports bar he frequented.  Her lively, saucy observations delivered in a lilting brogue had captured his attention.  By the time the bar closed they had a date planned.

What to say?  More to the point, why was he apprehensive about how much to say?  There shouldn’t be any jealousy issue.  Just friends, right?

“We did some drinking, some dinner, played a few games …”

“Did you fuck her?”  She barely looked up from her work as she threw out the question.  There was nothing more than inquiry in her voice.

“We wound up at her place and I let her thank me for a wonderful evening.”

He hoped circumspect way he put it preserved his adherence to the code:  A gentleman never tells.

“Did she make you wear a rubber?”

“Uh, not at first, but when I got to stoking her pretty good, she pulled me out and dressed me up.  She was cool about it.  I didn’t have to do a thing.” 

So much for the gentlemen’s code.

“Did you stay?”

He took a swig of wine to stall.  She squirted sesame oil in the skillet and added the chopped onion.  Then she looked at him expectantly.  Such large blue eyes.  And her hair was still neat. 

“Did you?”

“Uh, yeah, I did.  And I did her again in the morning … or she did me.  She rode me and when it looked like I was ready, she hopped off and took me in her mouth.  It was pretty good.”  He didn’t mention her aside that she had to suck him off since it was a sin for a Catholic girl to use a condom.  It seemed hilarious at the time.

There.  Was it all out?

The bean spouts and pea pods were ready.  She laid the chives out on the chopping board.

“So, do you think you’ll see her again?”

“I might.  I haven’t called her yet.”

“It’s Wednesday.  She’ll think you’ve dumped her.  Didn’t you have a good time?”

“I had a great time.”  He had some concern that he sounded defensive.  “I just don’t know if I want to keep seeing her.  I don’t think it has long term possibilities.”

“Well, if it doesn’t feel right, I guess you shouldn’t do it.”

She was holding the chopping knife but seemed to be taking a long time organizing her victims on the block.  A subject-changing thought popped into his head.  Gratefully, he shared it.

“I heard from Jay.”

Her head came up from her work immediately.  She was all interest.

“Fuckmaster Jay?”  She was using his preferred title.

He grinned, more relieved than anything.  Making an expansive gesture with his glass he continued.

“The very same.  And Suckmistress Sheila. They wanted to know if we wanted to do another party.”

Her answer was in her face.  There was no mistaking her eyes’ getting large with excitement.

“You told them ‘yes,’ of course.”  It was a statement.

“I told him I’d have to check with you… that you might not be up for it.”

“Liar!  You know I told you any time, anywhere they wanted us for a party I’d be ready.”

She looked at him skeptically.  “What did you really tell him?”

He acquiesced.

“I told him any time, anywhere,” he grinned.

“So?”

“He said weekend after next, most probably.  Can you make it?”  He was teasing her.

“Whatever I’ve got going on then is cancelled,” she replied resolutely.  She was smiling happily.  The knife was laid aside as she reached for her glass.  Her excitement was endearing to see.

Crossing her arms under her breasts she leaned back against the counter and raised her wine to her lips.  She watched him over the rim.

“You were wild about the experience too,” she accused.  “You liked fucking different girls and you liked watching other guys fuck me.”

“It was a good time,” he conceded, “and you did look hot getting reamed by those guys.”

“And that night and the next day we had great sex ourselves.  I thought you were going to wear me out, you pumped so long.”

He inclined his head in agreement.  “Guilty as charged.  I wish I had a buck for every time since then that I’ve gotten hard remembering that weekend.”

“And me, wet,” she agreed.

They were quiet for a moment, smiling contentedly at each other.

“We have a lot in common,” she ventured quietly.  Her demeanor had settled back to serious.

With his glass he made a slight salute of agreement.

“Not the least of which is our unflagging interest in sex.”

“Well, not just sex, but adventurous sex.  We both enjoy it a lot.  And it affects what we do with each other.  And we do love fucking each other.”

Some undefined feelings that he’d been holding at bay seeped out of the woodwork of his mind and surrounded him again.  He confronted them cautiously.

“Yeah … with each other. Really, our best sex is with each other.”  He was surprised that his musing had escaped his lips.  She was silent, watching him.  He took a breath.

“I’ve been thinking that lately I haven’t had much interest in girls other than you.  I mean, I can’t seem to get anything started.  And you … well, you haven’t had a ‘normal’ date in over a month.”  Her head came up sharply as if he’d slapped her.  But as quickly as her lips parted to reply, she closed them again.  The tension was palpable.

“Lately, we get together twice a week to fuck – and mostly spend the night ... which looks an awful lot like a relationship.”  He took another breath and let go.  “And more and more you’re on my mind from one end of the day to the other.  I was thinking about you the whole time I was in that other girl’s bed and all the time my cock was in her.  And I think she knew it.  I know we’re not supposed to get involved and fuck up a beautiful friendship, but this ‘friends’ thing is getting in the way of what I really want.  I like too many things about you besides your clever conversation and your hot cunt.  I like the way you look – in and out of clothes – the way you move … hell, the way you cook … and the way you care about me.”  His view of her was beginning to swim and his throat was unaccountably dry.  “There’s only one way to say this, Madison.  I love you and I want you.”

He noticed that her chest was rising and falling as she stared intently at him during his entire manifesto.  Finally, she blinked.  Then she stood up away from the counter and carefully set her glass down.  He noticed that her nipples were standing out.  Her eyes followed the stemware to its resting place and then rose again to meet his.  Her expression was blank.  At last she spoke.  He was expecting her words to come out slowly and hesitantly.  Instead, they were measured and sure, as though rehearsed.

“I was expecting something like this was going to come out.  And I was thinking about how I was going to deal with it.”  Dismay started to flicker in him as she continued. Was there a way to take it back?  “The only difference between what I expected and what happened here is that I was afraid that I was going to have to make that speech and then be hurt when I found out that you didn’t feel the same.  Thank you for taking me off the hook.”  Then she smiled shyly.  “I love you, too, Kurt ... and I want be more than your friend.  I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

As she took the one step that closed the distance between them, he quickly set his glass aside.  Her arms were around his neck before he completed that move.  His free hand managed to encircle her small, soft body before her mouth reached his.  As they melded together and his cock pressed against her belly and her luscious breasts flattened against his chest, he got his first taste of her.  Her tongue was in his mouth almost before their lips met.  Gratefully, he sucked and massaged it with his own.  Eagerly, he pulled her body closer, trying to get more of her into his mouth.

When their mouths had clashed for a few rounds, she drew back far enough to see his face.  She smiled around her tongue as it flicked over his lips and over the tips of his teeth.  When he deployed his tongue she accepted the challenge and parried and thrust with her own.  He was finding all this very arousing.  Apparently she picked up on that.

Pulling back to half an arm’s length, she fished his growing erection from between them and regarded him coyly.

“Do you mind if we delay dinner while I take you back to bed?”

By way of answer, he leaned over and scooped her slender body off the floor.  She squeaked in surprise as she let go of his cock and grabbed for his neck.

“Okay by me,” he grinned.  “But this will be more than a friendly fuck.”

Her smile settled into a meaningful look.

“I’ve had enough fucking for one night.  I’m ready to make love.”

It took him a while to carry her to the bedroom with their mouths working against each other, but he managed.  Dinner was very late that night.

End