I always figured my gay best friend Jake was off-limits, but that changed the night we got wasted on cheap whiskey and he admitted he’d been curious about pussy for years. We were on my couch, legs tangled like always, when he looked at me and said, “I want to know what it feels like to fuck a girl. You.” My heart hammered, but my cunt got wet instantly. I told him to prove it.
Jake kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep like he was already claiming my mouth. His hands ripped my tank top down and squeezed my tits rough, thumbs flicking my nipples until I moaned. “You’re so fucking soft,” he growled, yanking my shorts off. He spread my legs and stared at my shaved pussy like it was the first time he’d seen one. Then he dove in, licking my clit in sloppy, eager circles while two fingers shoved inside me. I grabbed his hair and rode his face, grinding until I came hard, soaking his chin.
He stood up, cock already rock hard and leaking. It was thicker than I expected. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked him sloppy, spit dripping down his balls while he fucked my throat. “Jesus, your mouth feels good,” he grunted.
But he wanted more. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and slammed into my wet hole in one thrust. I screamed into the cushion as he pounded me, balls slapping my clit with every stroke. He was relentless, gripping my ass and spreading me wider so he could watch his dick disappear inside me.
We switched positions fast. I climbed on top and sank down on his cock, riding him reverse so he could slap my ass and watch it jiggle. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, reaching around to rub my clit. I came again, clenching around him, but he didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me deep and mean, the headboard slamming the wall. Sweat slicked our skin. He leaned down and sucked my nipples while he drilled me, then pulled out and flipped me again, taking me from behind with my face mashed into the mattress.
Jake lasted forever, switching holes only when I begged him to finger my ass. When he finally came, he buried himself to the hilt and filled my pussy with thick ropes of cum, groaning like he’d never felt anything better. We collapsed, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me. Later we showered together and he fucked me against the tiles again, slower this time but just as dirty, cum and water running down my thighs.
By morning we were sore and grinning. We stayed best friends, but now we fuck whenever we want.
