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Friends with Benefits
It was one of those awkward moments in life, when deep down in your subconscious you know what you’re about to do is probably a bad idea but your conscious self really doesn’t give a shit. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really. Sarah and Bobbie were two of my best friends and in the reality of it all it wasn’t too far of a stretch of the imagination to imagine us as something more intimate. I just guess that deep down I had never thought of it as an actual possibility.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. One of those awkward moments in life. There I was, dizzy with the lingering haze of alcohol and sex, curled up in the sheets with my two best friends, also drunk, and I started to think back to how this unexpected moment had occurred . . .
It was your average Saturday night, with high ambitions of massive drinking and heavy partying. I pulled up to Bobbie’s apartment around 9 or so and noticed that Sarah’s car was already there as I locked my car door. I checked my breath as I rang the doorbell and heard the stomping of feet running through the apartment. The door suddenly thrust open as a very exhausted Sarah greeted me.
“Oh its you James” she said “I thought maybe Bobbie was back from the store. Anyway come on in and we’ll leave once she gets back.”
We sat there and shot the shit for about 15 minutes when Bobbie finally came walking in with a couple of boxes in her arms. “Oh hi James, could you excuse us for a minute.” And the next thing I know the two of them were scooting off to the bedroom together. I could hear them giggling and laughing as they left me sitting there alone in the living room for a few mintues, pondering over my own suspicions. Little did I know that I was in for the night of my life, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
They both came out of the room, looking their best in a pair of low cut dresses and heels. Giving them an appreciative whistle I escorted them out the door and we all piled into Sarah’s car and headed for a local hotel with a bar in it. We had scoped the place a few other times and really liked the music and atmosphere, so we had catalogued it as our new hangout.
As we entered, the upbeat rhythms of “Rockefeller Skank” pulsed around the room and we wasted no time hitting the dance floor. It had pretty much become standard procedure for the three of us to dance together until we had picked prospective dates up, but tonight seemed a little different. Bobbie molded her hips against my backside as Sarah slid her pelvis up against my groin, wedging me securely between their gyrating hips. I also kept noticing these prolonged glances between the two girls, and my curiosity about the nights events was beginning to pique. But in the middle of this thought the song ended and I found myself being dragged to an empty table and the thought was lost.
Immediately the girls ordered shots of tequila around the table and I found the night starting off on a good foot. It didn’t take long for the rest of the night to blur into an endless view of hard liquor shots, grind dancing, and swirling lights. Altogether a good experience.
Then all of a sudden it was one o'clock in the morning and we were being ushered out of the bar and I found myself being carried along by my two best friends. I think we made it up four flights before I realized they had led me into the elevator and we were heading up to the eighth, according to the highlighted button on the elevator wall. I looked over to both of them and recognized an overbearing look of hunger and lust, a predatorial gleam across their face. And I suddenly knew what a mouse felt like when the cat was on the prowl. At least that was the last thing I remember before collapsing to the floor of the elevator . . .
I’m not sure exactly how long I was out, but from what I’ve been told it was almost 30 minutes. When I did wake however I wasn’t quite sure if I had truly awakened or if I had simply entered a dream. Opening my eyes slowly I found myself staring into darkness. After a few minutes of my ears buzzing and my head spinning I realized that there was something else beyond the buzzing in my ears. Confused and a little bit concerned, I strained to hear the noise and found myself a flood with loud moaning. Girls moaning. I was completely devoid of coherent thought at this point and in no way knew even the slightest of what was going on.
Trying to gain some sense of control of my situation I tried to sit up and felt something cutting into my wrists. Panicking from a mild sensation similar to claustrophobia I began to twist and yank my wrists and a strong burning sensation ripped through them. Then I heard their voices.
“Oh look Sarah, somebody’s finally decided to rejoin the land of the living,” Bobbie’s voice cooed softly.
“Oh goodie” Sarah whispered, “let the games begin.”
It was then that I was assaulted by a frenzy of contact as I found two pairs of hands roaming all over my body. My naked body, I suddenly realized. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but this was definitely a scenario I was most unprepared for. Then one of them grabbed my dick and I almost exploded on the spot. I still couldn’t see anything, because evidently they had blindfolded me, and the unexpected contact was driving me nuts.
Then I heard Sarah’s voice whispering into my ears softly. “Would you like for us to suck it James? Would you like for us to lick it? Hmm? Would you?”
Suddenly Bobbie’s tongue was attacking my entire dick. I was so overwhelmed that I leaned back and began to yell, but I was cut short as Sarah suctioned her lips to mine and proceeded to swallow my tongue. There I was, tied up to some bed, my eyes cut off from the world, and my two best friends were sexually assaulting me. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I loved every single minute of it. My mind and body were overloaded with visions of my two friends working my body over.
Then I felt Sarah’s lips remove from mine and she began sucking on my nipples, tweaking them with her teeth. At the same time Bobbie began to lick my balls, while gently stroking her spit up and down the shaft. Their combined foreplay was driving me fucking wild and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last this delicious torture.
At this point I was at a new pique of sexual arousal and I found myself craving something I hadn’t before. I wanted to taste these girls. I wanted to explore them with my tongue as they were doing to me and I wanted to taste their juices running down my chin. The thought touched certain erotic nerves in my mind, envisioning my head between the legs of two girls whom 6 hours earlier I had seen as sisters.
“Please” I murmured softly.
“What was that . . .” Sarah asked, dislodging her mouth from my chest, “is there something you would like to say James, you Bitch.” This was followed by seductive laughter by both girls and I felt myself swallowing hard to moisten my parched throat.
“Please, I want to taste you” I said again, testing the waters.
“Oh, such a horny little man we have here”, Sarah cooed, “What do you think Bobbie, do you think he’s earned it?”
Bobbie responded by gripping my dick firmly and moaning loudly. “Well he has been rather cooperative. I think he deserves a little reward.”
I then found my face nestled firmly between Sarah’s legs as she lowered herself onto my face. I was like a possessed man, attacking her pussy with my tongue in frantic, chaotic motions. Sarah then took in a deep breath and began to rock her hips forward and backward against my tongue as her partner in crime went back to work on my cock, bobbing her head up and down.
I guess at this point Sarah felt that she wanted a taste too, because the next thing I know she’s kissing Bobbie over the head of my cock and I rammed my tongue inside her. It was more than I could stand and, in a frenzy of screams and clenched muscles, I emptied myself into the two girls’ mouths. I shuddered uncontrollably for minutes as their mouths and tongues darted frantically along my cock, balls and stomach licking up all the cum that they could find. I then noticed the sweet taste of cum as Sarah screamed suddenly and her juices flowed into my mouth. She bucked and thrashed against me for quite some time as I continued to probe her with my tongue and then she collapsed onto my stomach.
I could hear the two girls moaning softly as they kissed loudly, exchanging my cum between them. Then I felt Sarah climb off of me and frantic hands working at my wrists and blindfold. Suddenly I regained movement and vision, as I looked upon a scene too erotic to imagine. Both girls were adorned in matching stockings, garter belts and gloves. Bobbie’s were red, and Sarah’s were white. I had never seen these two girls wear anything but jeans and T-shirts and the sight alone was almost enough to get me fully hard again.
Then Bobbie slowly climbed onto my lap and I heard Sarah say, “Now it’s her turn to cum you little Bitch.” With that statement she reached around and grabbed my dick and guided it into Bobbie’s sopping wet pussy. After that I’m not sure exactly where Sarah went, because Bobbie was taking up my entire field of vision, but from the way Bobbie was laying against my chest and kept looking back I assume she was licking her asshole.
The entire possibility of that thought had me rock hard in seconds and I grabbed on to Bobbie’s hips and began rocking them back and forth against my dick, and from the double stimulation she began to moan loudly in my ear. I guess she was already worked up from the previous activities cause it didn’t take long for her to flood my balls with her juices and clench her pussy onto my shaft like a tight wet fist. This set me off into a second ball-busting gush of my own and we both collapsed on to the bed.
Sarah then crawled over to us, very catlike, and joined the embrace as we all kissed each other and encircled our arms in one giant hug. Then Sarah pulled up the covers and we all fell asleep.
I awoke a few minutes later I think, still drunk, and found myself wondering whether they would both be willing to go out with me. Hell, maybe each other too. Sort of a weird, interlocked love triangle for the New Millennium. And I found myself in one of those awkward moments in life.
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