Welcome! This is the third story in the second "Freya and Friends" series. I try to write stand-alone stories so this can be enjoyed as-is, but if you'd like to start at the beginning of this series, check out:
I Will Love You Forever
If you'd like to begin with the first series, click here:
The First Blowjob
Enjoy!
Love, Frey
My Stories
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"Good morning," Freya said around a mouthful of dick when she felt her husband stirring.
"Humm..." Alex grunted by way of a reply as Freya refocused her attention on his morning blowjob. Now that she wasn't concerned about waking him, she started bobbing her head faster and running her fingernails across the sensitive skin of his scrotum. In response, he spread his legs a little. Freya was very tempted to let a finger roam a bit more south, but she wasn't sure he would be amenable to that. He certainly had no issues shoving things into her ass, but his own ass? That was something that had never been explored.
Yet, at least.
By the time he was fully awake, he was on the very edge of an orgasm. The position that Freya was in made it pretty much impossible for her to deepthroat him, but that was fine with her. She actually wanted to taste him this time rather than having it all just pour straight into her stomach.
As she felt his body tense up, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed the head of his cock with her lips. He exploded into her and her mouth was filled with morning cum. She rolled her tongue around him while the last few spurts came out, then swallowed. Freya always loved how it felt going down her throat. It was so warm and soothing.
She tucked his dick back into his underwear and slithered up his body to give him a big, sloppy, cum-tinged kiss.
"Mmmm," Alex said after. "You are amazing. I love these morning blows."
"Well, that's just one of the many benefits of being married to me."
"And I count my blessings every single day."
"You better!" Freya started to get out of bed. "I'm going to make you breakfast while you take a shower."
"You're the best!"
"I know," Freya replied as she was leaving the room in just her nightshirt. "Now, hurry up."
After Alex had left, Freya cleaned up the kitchen, then went to the bedroom to get dressed. As she sat on the edge of the bed, she paused for a minute thinking about sucking Alex's cock. As she did, a hand reached up and slowly started to stroke her right nipple through the thin material of her nightshirt. She could feel her pussy tingle, so she reached her other hand into the waistband of her shorts and started to rub her clit.
She fell back onto the bed and started furiously masturbating and pinching her nipples. Within a minute, she was cumming. Even though there was no one home, she clamped a hand over her mouth as she screamed. As if it were her little secret and she didn't want anyone to know. Alex knew she masturbated, so
that
wasn't really a secret.
What came next was, though.
Freya rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball and cried. She sobbed until there were no tears left.
She didn't know why she had started crying after masturbating and that frightened her. It had started about two months before the wedding but she just chalked it up to stress. Then the crying became more frequent. After the wedding, when she should have been at her happiest, the masturbating and crying cycle really took off.
Ever since she had discovered that she could bring herself to orgasm, it had been a wonderful, fulfilling way to satisfy her sexual desires once or twice a week. But in the last few months, she had been doing it daily -- sometimes multiple times in a day -- and rather than being a lovely, personal, sensual experience, it had become mechanical. She masturbated, had an orgasm, then continued with her day until she needed to masturbate again.
Freya and Alex had a great sex life. They were young and newly married. They fucked at least five times a week. And a few blowjobs on top of that. Yet, currently, Freya was bringing herself to orgasm
way
more than she thought necessary, but she couldn't seem to stop. "The Need" just kept washing over her and she didn't know what to do about it or how to stop it from happening.
Sex, with or without her husband, was the only thing that temporarily calmed her down. Unfortunately, sex, with or without her husband, was becoming less and less effective at quelling her insatiable appetite.
Although the need for almost constant sexual activity and then the completely irrational sobbing afterwards scared her, she did what she always did after wiping her tears away. She sat up, finished getting dressed, put on a smile, and continued with her day. And her day, today, consisted of lunch with her mom.
Freya was making a Shrimp Louie Salad when she heard the doorbell ring. "Come in, mom," she said as she opened the door and gave her mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on into the kitchen. Lunch is almost ready."
They enjoyed the salad and chatted about nothing in particular -- just mother-daughter catching-up. Although, at one point, Freya's mom commented that Freya looked tired. Even with the increasingly grave concerns that Freya had, telling your mom that you're worried you play with yourself way too much just wasn't something she was prepared to discuss, so she just brushed it off that she was busy with finals at school.
One thing that they
did
discuss was Auggie. Auggie was Freya's childhood dog. Everyone thought she was named because young Freya couldn't properly pronounce the word "doggy," but she was named after the month that the Gersemis got her -- in August when Freya was three. Incidentally, even as a young child, Freya had no trouble speaking clearly and could easily say "doggy." It was a cute story, nonetheless, even if untrue.
This reminiscing got adult Freya thinking. Maybe a dog around the house would help occupy her mind a little and by the time she was giving her mom a goodbye hug, she had decided that she and Alex needed a dog. But there was one thing that she needed to do first.
After her mom left, Freya went into the bathroom and quickly masturbated, just so she could clear her mind. She washed her hands, checked her hair and makeup, then went upstairs to see if Katie wanted to take a ride to the local animal shelter.
When Katie opened the door, Freya was, once again, struck by her unassuming beauty. Katie was always the "cute one" out of the three girls. Freya was the "hot one" -- and with red hair, almost flawless skin, and curvy but trim figure she easily stood out everywhere she went. Cyn was the "over-the-top girl" who everyone loved. Whether they wanted to or not! Cyn was so overpowering that you just gave in and loved her. And she had an almost oppressive sexual aura about her that more than made up for what some people saw as "fat," but that she viewed as "loveably squishy."
Flanked on either side by Freya and Cyn, Katie practically disappeared. And this was fine with her. She was naturally quiet and could be painfully shy. But looking at her, Freya was captivated by her almost hidden allure. Katie possessed a beauty that one rarely noticed until they did notice. And when they did, most people often wondered how they had missed it in the first place.
"I would never pass up an opportunity to visit the animal shelter," Katie told her, and much to Freya's dismay, added, "Let me just put on a sports bra before we go."
Freya had noticed the outlines of Katie's constantly erect nipples and piercings under her T-shirt and had felt the tingling in her crotch already starting up. Covering her tits up was probably for the best after all, Freya felt. She had some very real concerns about being alone with Katie already. What would happen if she finally lost her struggle to suppress her sexual desires and she wasn't able to control herself?
That was something that Freya did not want to find out. And certainly not with her best friend.
Katie came back two minutes later -- still as pretty as ever -- and, thankfully for Freya's tattered sanity, she had her nipples covered. "Let's go!" Katie said.
At the shelter, the girls were overwhelmed by the amount of dogs and cats waiting to be adopted into a loving home. There were even a few other animals like a large parrot that constantly screeched "what'cha doin'?" at them. Of course, Freya was equally overwhelmed by Katie. Every time she bent over to pat a dog or a cat, Freya's eyes were glued to Katie's ass. It was so small, but perfectly shaped in her cutoff jean shorts. Freya just wished the shorts were cut even shorter -- but that wasn't Katie's style. And to Freya, it actually made Katie seem all the sexier.
The way that Katie's giggles poured out of her when a dog licked her sent shivers of desire up and down Freya's spine. She wished it was her licking her best friend's face. And licking more than just her face. There was a twinkle in Katie's eyes as she played with the various dogs that was simply enchanting. Freya needed immediate relief and frantically looked around for a restroom, but couldn't find one.
"Excuse me," she asked the woman at the front desk, "Is there a restroom I could use?"
"Sure, it's in the back," was the reply and the woman opened the locked gate for Freya. "This way."
She guided Freya to the employee bathroom and Freya rushed inside with images of the woman's swaying hips and long legs in her mind's eye. Thankfully, the restroom was clean -- nothing like a gas station restroom -- but that really wouldn't have mattered to Freya in the state that she was in. She locked the door and immediately shoved a hand down her shorts and started rubbing herself. Thinking about Katie, it was less than two minutes before she brought herself to an explosive orgasm that buckled her legs. She had to grab the handicapped handrail for support or she would have surely dropped to her knees onto the tile floor
Freya quickly washed her hands while working her jaw that was sore from clenching to keep herself quiet. She splashed some water on her face then wiped her hands and face with a paper towel and went back out to the main adoption area.
"This is the one!" Katie squealed, when she saw Freya. She was holding a tiny brown and tan dog in her arms. "It's a Yorkshire Terrier -- hypoallergenic because I know Alex's mom is allergic -- and he's adorable." Katie beamed at Freya while she continued to cuddle the squirming fuzzball against her chest.
Having satiated "The Need" -- for now, at least -- Freya was able to focus on the dog instead of Katie and she agreed that the dog
was
adorable. She spoke with the woman at the front desk, and they were escorted into a private room to get to know the dog a little.
After about fifteen minutes, the woman came back in. "So, how's that little guy?"
"Perfect," the two girls said simultaneously.
"I'd like to adopt him," Freya told her.
