xxx-It’s Your Best Friend’s Turn, Sweetheart


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By Lauren McAllister

There was just something about Johnny’s beard that made me smile. It wasn’t very kempt, to say the least. I can’t count the times that I would point at my own chin to signal him that foodstuffs had found a home in his tangled mess of face fur. John, the mountain man, was not what you might call a victim of fashion. He was more like a victim of comfort. Old blue jeans and a faded t-shirt were his basic daily uniform. God, how that fool could make me laugh!

Johnny and my husband were practically inseparable. I swear, I thought Danny was going to cry when we waved goodbye to his pal at the reception to go on our honeymoon. Over the next couple of years, Grizzly Adams was a constant fixture in front of our refrigerator or barbecue. Man, how that boy could toss a burger!

Alas, for whatever reason, Johnny never seemed to hang onto a girlfriend for more than a blink of an eye. What was wrong with these women? Yes, he was never going to be able to buy a castle in Tuscany, but we were a great guy. John would be so proud, when he’d show up to a party or dinner with his latest squeeze and then Danny would sit up all night with his broken-hearted bud, drunkenly commiserating, when Miss Wonderful invariably dumped him for a better prospect.
Last August, Johnny landed himself a real looker and a quite a free spirit. One night, she talked the three of us into downing a couple of bottles of champagne in our hot tub…au naturale. Now, I had known John for almost a decade and he had never seen me naked. I so wanted to squirm out of showing off the girls and pudding machine but he was having so much fun and I didn’t want to crush his happy vibe. So, I guzzled a third glass of wine and started to disrobe. When my breasts came popping out of my bra, I thought I was going to launch my chicken fajitas and salsa. Luckily, Johnny only had eyes for the ones hanging off Becky, so their “coming out party” wasn’t too damaging to my psyche. Danny also seemed mildly interesting in that visiting pair of mammaries. I wasn’t jealous. I mean, I’m sure I’ve felt more tits since we’ve been married that he has. There’s this one living doll where I work….but, that’s another story.

By this point, the night air and the booze had whisked common sense and propriety out of my head until the morning light. And yes, I did sneak a peek at Johnny’s Johnston as he doffed his Fruit of the Looms. He had a nice piece of man lumber down there. I didn’t think it was possible, but his nutsack was actually hairier that his face!

The warm water on my pussy, as I submerged my naked goodies into the bubbles, sent a few quite significant pleasure bolts shooting up my torso. I closed my eyes, to allow myself a moment or two of private sensual contemplation.

Hearing, “Oh my God! Johnny’s got a boner,” sprang my peepers back open.

Becky was standing next to her crimson-red boyfriend, with her hand wrapped around his erection. I wanted to turn away, for Johnny’s sake, but I couldn’t.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” she sexily assured him. “Becky is going make this tasty hunk of meat feel like a million bucks.”

With that, she pulled her embarrassed boyfriend over to the side of the tub and sat him down, his stiffy pointing up towards the stars. Into the water she slid. Now, this is not a huge Jacuzzi, so there was a considerable brushing of wet flesh against the same as she got herself into position between his legs. Danny and I just sat there, inebriated and stunned, as she began to lick Johnny’s nards and stroke his shaft like we weren’t even there. Who knows what was going through Johnny’s mind, other than, “Hey, I’m getting a blowjob!” Knowing Johnny?…probably not much.

When I managed to pry my eyes away from the impromptu oral sex show, I noticed that Danny was staring at me with pleading eyes. It wasn’t hard to tell what my horny hubby was thinking. His best pal had a new wild gal pal willing to blow him in public. What kind of a woman was poor Dan saddled with?

I probably should have gone inside and bathed myself in disinfectant, but I felt sorry for the poor schlub. I signaled with my eyes to sit up, out of the water, and prepared myself to play “The Slut” in front of our best friend in the world. Danny was at full attention (and then some) by the time I began to slurp on his wangbone. My very lucky husband was peering down at me but I knew that he was dying to sneak a peek at the noisy cocksucking that was going on right next to him. So, I looked over at Becky’s cacophonous knob-gobbling (sigh, what a good wife I am), giving Danny permission to do the same.

She was polishing his joint to beat the band. Well, I wasn’t going to let some Becky-come-lately show me up. I matched her head-bob for head-bob. When she stuffed her index finger up Johnny’s ass, my ring finger went up Dan’s. I hadn’t given a world-class hummer like this since I flunked my calculus final in high school (Coincidentally, this act of oral kindness – including the cheerful swallowing of his Germanic load – caused Mr. Uhlig to reassess his overly harsh evaluation of my preliminary calculations, thus assuring my graduation.).

The race was on for the “Best Blowjob in a Hot Tub” award. Danny’s wad was as far down my trachea as I could take it without denting my vocal chords. Becky, on the other hand, looked like she could deep throat a garden hose until the nozzle came out of her ass. The Jacuzzi jets spraying warm bubbly water onto my sensitive nipples as I fellated my hubby began to have a serious effect on my naughty parts and judgment. I glanced up at one point and noticed Johnny gazing down at me. He seemed so happy. I smiled up at him as best I could with my husband’s cock in my mouth. This was such a fucked up evening. And that was before I felt a couple of fingers working their way in between my labia! Danny’s hands were both on the back of my head, so I knew they weren’t his. Before I could make a decision on whether I liked it or not, she was inside me. To my undying shame, I raised my butt a skosh to allow her better access to my vaginal canal. What with the water and the cocks and the sucking and the bi-curious exploration of my hoo-haw, the line between right and wrong became as blurry as my vision. I put my left hand on her tit! Like I said, it’s not like I hadn’t ever felt up a girl before (that afternoon in the office snack room, in fact) but never in front of my husband. It was puffy but firm and her nipple looked as inviting as a butter cookie.

“Let’s all get comfortable on your bed,” Becky suggested, before depositing her tongue in my mouth. The boys must have loved us necking our heads off, as we kneaded each other’s funbags.

Becky (and the alcohol) sure worked fast. Before she’d even stopped licking my uvula, the four of us were rolling around on the bed like worms in the bottom of a bait bucket. And it wasn’t just girl on girl with the guys on the sides. The rubbing and sliding and caressing of all that flesh was dizzying (and I was pretty dizzy to begin with!).

I had my hand on Johnny’s cock, while feeling up Becky who was blowing my husband. All sorts of boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-girl-boy combinations were tried. At times, it was hard to tell whose fingers I had up my vagina and whose nuts I was licking. At one point, I was straddling Johnny’s face, with his glorious tongue running up and down my engorged labia, when I saw Becky push my husband’s head down onto the head of John’s penis.

OH, MY GOD! I was stunned and shocked to see my husband sucking cock! Johnny’s cock! Shocked, but in no way horrified. In fact, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. What a fucking turn on. Pre-cum sparks began to shoot up from my clit into my abdomen. I started to grind my pussy into that furry face (sticking his nose up my hoo-haw hole between long licks), as I watch Danny’s head bobbing up and down on the end of Johnny’s schlong. Becky was basting John’s nutsack and stroking my husband’s cock at the same time. And Johnny didn’t know who was doing him!

I heard this “Umph!” sound between my legs and Johnny’s toes curled. I didn’t blink as I witnessed our best friend cumming into my husband’s mouth! Becky was massaging John’s balls, to force every last drop of squiggly ooze out of his knob and onto my baby’s tongue. I was imagining the big spurts of gooey splooge hitting the back of Danny’s throat as this stunning orgasmic wave exploded out of my little clit. I almost crushed poor Johnny’s skull with my tightening thighs as massive spasms of climactic yum carpet-bombed my uterus. The rapid-fire cunt contractions were staggering as I watched Danny swallow his pals salty spunk. I had no idea that I would be so turned on by that kind of homoerotic display (especially when my husband was one of the guys) but it set off major fucking fireworks between my legs. The post-cum shudders seemed to last for minutes. When I’d finally finished humping Johnny’s face, I reached down and tickled his chin to say thank you and then dismounted.

Becky had her tongue stuck down my hubby’s throat, as they gleefully rummaged through each other’s naughty parts. With a little concentrated sucking, I was able to get Johnny back to almost-full mast. From there, Becky and I both flipped onto our backs and invited the fellas to bone us cross-eyed.

Johnny was so sweet. He looked down at me with these apologetic eyes, as he lay on top of me. We’d been such good buddies for so long and now he was about to prong my dessert tray. I grabbed his penis and helpfully guided the large head into my vaginal opening. It felt very nice. “You do a good job in there tonight,” I smile up at him, “and you’ll be invited back any old time you want.”

He seemed to relax and gently pushed himself inside me an inch at a time. I looked over and Danny was pounding away on Becky’s cunt like he was softening up a cheap steak. “Let’s not get left behind,” I suggested, grabbing Johnny’s ass cheeks and ramming him the rest of the way inside. Now, I was pleasantly full.

A few seconds of pumping his wang into me and all of Johnny’s embarrassment had ceased to be. He was huffing and puffing up there like a champ. I could fill my clit start to plump up like an over-fried sausage. And speaking of sausage, I had Johnny’s sizeable link stuffed up into my ovaries. I was being slammed like a WWF wrestler – and not at all in a bad way. He was really fucking tearing into me. I could hear Becky moaning away next door but I was far too wrapped up in my own cunt-wrecking that Danny was more than welcome to anything he was getting from her.

I was in the moment, but not. I mean, Johnny was seriously givin’ me the bone but with every moan he’d make, I’d imagine it was because he was fucking Danny. Jamming it right up his ass! The louder he got, the deeper I’d picture my Johnny’s cock being shoved into my husband’s hairy pucker-hole. Harder. Deeper. Harder. Deeper. HOLY FUCK!!! I swear, the room went dark. It felt like I’d had a cannon fired straight up my twat. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my own clit throbbing in my ears. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. My labia were practically sparking and I started squirting like I had a Water-Pik between my legs. I guess my violently undulating cunt was having an effect on Johnny because he grunted and shot a jar full of semen up into my womb. My God, he’d cum inside both of us! The thought of this sent me an another wild orgasmic ride.

A few seconds later, I heard Danny pop his cork. Becky and I finished off the night by going down on each other but we made the boys whack-off or they weren’t allowed to watch.

Within a month, Becky had wandered off in search of more interesting bed partners but Johnny, Danny and I are still at it like demented bunnies. He comes over, we have a few drinks and then the clothes come off. I’ve been spit-roasted, DP’ed and tag-teamed but my biggest pleasure comes as I lure them ever-closer to “doing it” with each other.

The Evil Plan:
I started out by blowing them both at the same time. Taking turns, orally pleasuring one swollen knob and then the other. Slowly, I bring their cocks closer and closer together as my cock-swallowing intensifies. Suck. Closer. Suck. Closer. Until eventually, they’re sharing the sloppy delights of my warm, wet tongue. Then, I begin maniacally rubbing the engorged heads of their doowangers together. At first, it was just incidental contact but lately, I’ve been having extensive sword fights, in and out of my mouth.

When we do the naked worm dance on the bed, I make sure there’s a lot of contact between my two fellows (no matter how careful they try to be). I also made them shave their pubs so after they eventually go down on each other, they won’t be picking man-hairs out from between their teeth.

Two nights ago, I made a breakthrough. I put Johnny’s hand around Danny’s dick. Then, I put my hand over his and we both jerked my husband off. Neither of the men looked really happy about it, but I got Danny to shoot his mung all over the back of Johnny’s fist. I lasciviously licked the jism of his fingers and knuckles but then I soul kissed him with my mouth full of man-jam.

Begging Danny to tongue my clit while I’m Reverse-Cowgirling Johnny, is another little trick of mine. “Come on sweetie, I’m ready to orgasm. All I need you to do is lick it a little to put me over the top. You want your baby to cum, don’t you?” After about 30 seconds, I buck wildly and pop Johnny’s wad out of my vagina and onto my hubby’s nose and lips. After another could of hip thrusts, to smear Johnny’s dong on his face, I make Danny grab it by the shaft and guide it back into my pussy. After all that homo-erotic stimulation, I came like a tugboat.

My ultimate goal is to be on my back with Johnny on all fours on top of me. I would be wildly sucking his cock, like we just met at a bus station, while Danny majorly butt-fucks him. The thought of looking up, with a schlong in my mouth and seeing those two nutsacks dangling up there and jiggling with each manly thrust up his cake maker, really peels my grape. And having Johnny’s salty spew spurt out onto my tongue as he’s taking my husband’s massive load up the corn-cave…I’m wet, all the way down to my kneecaps right now, just thinking about it.

So, if you’ll excuse me – I have to go and convince my husband to kiss me, while I’m licking his best friend’s nuts. Let the games begin!

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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