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"Yes--yes--that's it--that's it!"
My cock was like iron--stiff, straining, and desperate for release. Delicious friction sent waves of pleasure through my body as I pistoned myself hard and deep into my friend's girlfriend's wet and willing pussy.
I had not been making the best decisions lately.
After Christine and I ostensibly broke up, I fell into a pretty deep denial spiral. Despite the real feelings I had developed for her, I did my best to convince myself it didn't bother me--that what we had was just sex--so I decided the best way to get over her was to have as much sex with other people as quickly as possible. But with who?
Tara was out, as I knew that sex with her was probably possible, but definitely not the no-strings attached kind I needed.
My stern, dominatrix of a boss, Letty, was an option, but she was in total control of the when, the where, the how, and if I even got to cum at all--control to a degree that definitely would not have satisfied my needs at that moment.
Of the available sure thing women in my life left at that moment, that meant only my friend's girlfriend Kerri remained. We had spent one raucous, adulterous night together, satisfying both our carnal needs, but I had left with some guilt, some trepidation about going behind a friend's back with his girlfriend.
But she had assured me it didn't have to be complicated. She was the closest and best option, and my hormones made sure any consideration of my friend quickly went out the window.
It wasn't an immediate thing, however. After the thirsty photo and request she sent me while I was on the church camping trip, I didn't respond right away. I figured there had to be another solution to my problem than disrespectful subterfuge, but as thoughts of Christine refused to leave my mind, and my balls began to ache with need, I was at a tipping point.
I liked to think I gave resisting a truly valiant effort, but the truth was I desperately wanted to fuck Kerri again, adultery or not, and it only took one more message from her to break my illusion of will.
"I love being naked for you...but don't you think my tits would look better...covered?" The message with the photo read. The photo itself was a sexy glamor shot of Kerri's naked body strewn out on her bed, angled in such a way as to accent her thick, wonderful tits.
The other notable thing about this photo was that once again, there was no sign of her boyfriend Mike. Kerri knew I was as much a voyeur as she was an exhibitionist, and previously the photos she had sent me featured the erotic end climax of a romantic tryst with Mike splattered lewdly across her face or body, or even dripping out of her in an image of freshly-fucked satisfaction.
After our first tryst, it had been me that had tried to initiate a repeat, succumbing to my own lust and frustration, but she had turned me away, alway citing spending the evening with Mike as the reason why, but also always providing me with photographic aftermath to tide me over. But now Kerri was reaching out to me, and her pictures were implying that she was definitely not getting what she needed from Mike. I wasn't sure what that meant for them and their relationship, but at that moment my mind was on the good news this was for my balls, and not the potential bad news it was for them.
"Show me how bad you want it" I wrote back. I needed a quick solution to my problem, and Kerri was offering it, but that didn't mean I couldn't tease her a bit.
What came back shortly after was a second series of photos, a wanton expression of Kerri's arousal.
The first was a high, downward angle shot capturing Kerri, on her knees, tits out, looking up at the lens. The point of view was clearly meant to mimic me looking down at her, and by the way her mouth hung open, it was clear what she wanted. My cock surged as I thought back to our first encounter when she greeted me that exact same way, and I crossed the distance between us to slip my cock between her lips.
The second was a shot of Kerri from behind, up on her bed. She was on her hands and elbows, her back arched in a severe swoop. Her toned, perfect ass was angled toward the camera, her legs spread wide, giving me a full, delicious view of her pussy. A pussy that was already swollen and wide, and already glistening with moisture.
My cock was rock hard now, imagining tasting that wet pussy, of sliding myself into her from behind, but still I wanted to tease more yet.
"You look delicious," I wrote back, "but I want to see more. I want to watch you cum."
I idly pawed at my erection through my pants as I waited for a response. As minutes ticked by, I got momentarily worried that maybe I had asked for too much, but at the same time I recognized that we had gone so far past any lines of decency or respectability at this point that surely I had nothing to worry about.
Kerri very quickly assuaged any concerns with her newest message finally came through attached with a video file.
The video began with Kerri in nothing but a thin, sheer robe adjusting her camera into the perfect position. Stepping back from the camera, she did a quick pose, ruffling her big mane of curly, black hair, then set down in a comfortable-looking lounge chair directly in front of it.
I made a note to myself to fuck her in that chair at some point.
Staring deeply into the lens, Kerri ran her hands over her body seductively, teasing me by gently butterflying her thighs in and out, giving me a peek, but never enough to see everything.
Hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her robe, her hands slowly slid up and opened the folds of the garment, giving me a full view of her thick, olive breasts. She smiled and sighed as she caressed them, squeezed them and kneaded them.
Her hands dripped down the front of her body until they came to rest on the insides of her thighs, still gently butterflying in excitement. Then, like the parting of the Red Sea, she pushed her thighs wide, and finally gave me an unobscured look at her perfect, swollen lips.
One hand jumped back up to her mouth where she took two fingers between her lips, suckling them like they were my cock in order to wet them. Then the two juicy fingers traveled back down between her legs and began exploring her pussy.
Gasps and moans accompanied her swirling fingers as they danced around her clit and dipped deep into her tight canal, and soon I watched her body start to focus on the sensations as she settled into a rhythm. Her brow scrunched up, her eyes closed, her mouth began to hang open, and I watched as the world around her fell away. The only thing that existed for her in that moment was her pleasure.
I squeezed my cock through my pants again. I was as desperate for release as she was, entranced by the only sounds coming through my speakers, the slight, wet sloshing sounds of a pussy being pleasured. The short gasps and squeaks of a girl about to cum.
And cum she did. Kerri's moans ramped up in pace and volume. Her body stiffened, and her thighs clamped shut around her thrusting fingers. She gripped the armrest of the chair as she rode out her pleasure, only loosening their clamp on the fabric when her moans faded and her breath settled
Kerri took a moment to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling to herself, but soon her eyes found the lens of the camera again. Smile melting into lusty desire, she slipped off the chair and crawled towards me until her face was the only thing in frame.
"I need your cock," she said, through still-settling breaths, "so get the fuck over here. Now."
Who was I to refuse?
I made my way to her house in record time, and took the stairs two at a time to get to her room. My hands were already working on my belt as I passed into her room, and upon my arrival she met me halfway, on her knees, adding her hands to the desperate freeing of my cock.
We both gasped as my erection sprang into view, and Kerri wasted no time taking me into her mouth. She gripped my pants tight as she sucked, speeding her lips and tongue up and down my shaft. Pleasure ripped through my body as she devoured my cock, and my hands gripped her hair tight as she enthusiastically fellated me.
My hips began to buck and thrust as I matched her slippery lips, meeting each slide downward with a forward thrust of my own. One of her hands left their grip on my pants and joined her mouth on my cock. The driving of my hips was getting harder, deeper, and the extra distance my cock had to travel through her fingers ensured I wasn't in danger of choking her as she took my thick erection into her warm mouth.
