I really thought it was going to be a one time thing. I had no idea, in my wildest dreams, that they were going to make me a steady presence in their bedroom. After our first fling where her boyfriend fucked me until I could barely stand they called me to come over again.

I popped some pain killers and went right over, prepared to get plowed until I screamed.

This time there was no awkwardness or unsureness. I arrived and my best friend was wearing a tiny black slip of lingerie that barely covered her tits and her boyfriend was already in bed stroking his cock.

I dropped my bag and went right in and kneeled on the bed between his thighs and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned as I serviced him, sliding down on his massive shaft. The corners of my mouth strained to take him all and there was no room to breath as his cock filled the back of my throat. I choked on his massive dick and it made his cock pulse on my tongue.

“You look so hot with your cock down her throat,” my best friend said, sitting right beside me and talking to her boyfriend. She turned to me and pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. “And you’re doing such a good job. Better than I ever could.”

“That’s for fucking sure,” her boyfriend said, grabbing my hair and pulling me even further onto his cock. My best friend slipped her hand around my throat, gently pressing as if to clench it tighter around her man’s cock.

Finally, I leaned back, unable to breathe. I sputtered as spit dripped down my chin. I knew I looked like a hot mess but neither of them seemed to care.

My best friend took my hands and pulled me to her, pressing my palms to her tits. I played with them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples and leaned in to kiss her when her boyfriend grabbed me by the hips.

He spun me over and pulled me down the bed so my head was cradled in my friend’s lap and he was kneeling between my legs. His massive cock dripping wet with my spit stood at attention, threatening and delicious.

He pushed into me and I cried out, reaching for something to hold onto. I found his girlfriend’s hands and held on tight to them as he pushed into me over and over.

“Give it to her!” my friend said, egging her man on as he drilled into me. The man didn’t need any more encouragement. He moved like he was intent on breaking me like a twig. I was stuck between them but there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I cried out, moaning and whipping my head around in her lap as pleasure rushed over me in waves.

“Cum on his cock,” my friend moaned. “Please, do it!”

I squeezed my eyes shut and commanded to or not, my orgasm was coming. It hit me hard and I arched off the bed as I drenched his cock in my pussy juices. Tears slid from my eyes as I tried to regain my composure but his dick was too thick to hold myself together.

I immediately fell into another orgasm, screaming his name as my body shook and twitched while impaled on his cock.

He held my hips down and slammed into me, groaning and praising my tight wet hole. Finally, his hips came to a stop and, plunging completely inside of me, came.

I collapsed to the bed as I felt his cock pump into me until he was done. He pulled out and a mess of cum and pussy juice slipped out of me. My friend was quick to wiggle down the bed and sit between my thighs. She lapped at my pussy, drinking her man’s cum and my liquids like a dog licking at a bowl. She kept going until she had her fill and then gave a satisfied sigh.

They certainly were an adventure, those two. I suspected that the next time they called me over it would be just a little different then too.

Sure beats meeting the same kind of guy at the same kind of bar to have the same kind of boring sex.