Suburban Bliss
Chapter -- 3 - Best Friends For Life
I hadn't been scolded since I was fourteen, sneaking out late to hang out with my girlfriends at Meyers Lake. As I sat there at the foot of Monica's bed she kept pacing back and forth in front of me, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head as though I'd just sold state secrets to a foreign power. She hadn't screamed at me yet, but I could tell it was coming. I guess I kind of deserved it, but I couldn't help find the whole thing kind of funny.
We've been friends for as long as I can remember. On my first day of kindergarten when I thought I may do something stupid to make a fool of myself, Monica introduced herself, slipped her hand into mine, and let me know I wasn't alone. From that moment on we were the best of friends, glued together at the hip for life.
She's gorgeous, just an inch or two taller than me with legs that have to be illegal in some states, a set of big bouncy titties that were so firm and perky you could set your drink on them, and a booty like a ripe apple that you just wanna bite into the hang on for the ride. Long raven-black hair, hypnotic green eyes, and her skin is this shade of almond that seems to glow. She got her Momma's Italian attitude as well as her flawless complexion, and the curve of that woman is nothing short of spectacular. She was my first kiss, and I can still fucking taste those lips.
As I left the house hours earlier, for my daily run it turned out I had only just missed a call from my lifelong bestie. Having heard that I was on a run in the park, she decided to show up and surprise me. She knows my favorite spots, as well as pretty much everything else about me, so it was no big chore to track me down. Finding me getting my guts rearranged by a trio of young black fuck-studs in the middle of Wembly Park was not exactly what she'd expected.
Before I could make excuses, Monica had me by my ear and was tugging me off the basketball court as Will, Jay, and Benny chuckled at us. She growled something about me being ashamed of myself and marched me right to her minivan. I couldn't very well drive home myself, since the boys had obliterated my clothes, and I was slathered in the juices of our sex. She took me back to her place to get cleaned up, before she let me have it.
As I emerged from her shower she pointed to the end of her bed and I had a seat, awaiting the tirade that I was sure was about to follow. I was wearing one of her plush terry cloth towels and biting my lip as I rested my hands in my lap and avoided her icy stare, but I kept glancing at her, drinking in her gorgeous hips in those cute little Lycra shorts, her tiny little white tank-top barely containing those colossal titties, and that long beautiful neck. I'm always in awe of her, but since I was still coming down from one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I was on extra red alert status.
She tried to start several times, shaking her head to rethink what she was going to say. She didn't seem mad, so much as confused and upset. I tell her everything and finding me with my butthole double stuffed with 19-year-old black cock was a shock to her system. I liked the way she was biting her nails, digging the tip of her sneaker into the carpet, and looking at me in my little towel, as if trying to understand.
"You're not going to tell on me, are you?" I asked her. The second I said it she looked right at me. She almost seemed hurt.
"I'd help you hide a body, Sam." She told me. "You know that. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, but this... I mean... How could you keep this from me? How long? How does this even happen? I know those boys have a crush on you. How could they not? You're smoking hot. You're married though. You have kids! Sam! Fuck!"
"You think I'm hot?" I asked her, ignoring the rest of it. I honestly don't know what came over me. Maybe my brains were all jumbled from the African wrecking balls that had bashed them in so very recently. "I think you're pretty hot too." I told her, grinning wickedly as I shrugged my shoulders and let my towel fall open, my naked breasts exposed to her. My nipples were rock hard, like little cocks desperate to be sucked.
We'd come close so many times. So many titty smashing hugs and almost kisses. I'd grabbed her butt in kidding more times than I could remember, and nobody had more open access to my titties than my Money. Fuck! I'd rubbed my muffin so many times imagining her hot pussy smashed into my own. I hadn't taken a shower since senior year that my fingers weren't in my pussy and her name wasn't on my lips.
"It only happened a week ago." I told her. I stood as I spoke to her, leaving behind the towel as I stepped up close and gave her a shy smile, sliding my hands around her waist and resting them just over that perfect fucking ass. "The boys kind of surprised me. It's all so weird and out of nowhere."
She nodded, not nearly as confused or angry anymore as I felt her long manicured nails slide over my hips and up along my bare back. She pulled me into her and glanced down as the cotton blend of her top stretched to contain her big, beautiful melons and they pressed tenderly into my own. The material was sheer, and her nipples were at full attention along with my own. We kept bumping and rubbing them together, as if on instinct.
"They fucked me, Money. They fucking used me, and I love it." I told her, pulling her into me, so I could feel her heartbeat against my own, her hands exploring my naked body, sliding down to my juicy bare bottom. "They blacked me." I said, and she groaned. "I knew they wanted me, so I teased them for years, and then they fucking punished me for it."
I went into graphic detail. I could tell she wanted to hear. I told her how they put me on my knees in my living room, shanked my butthole over my dining room table, and how they laughed out loud as they gangbanged me in my son's bed. I told them how they abused my asshole. I told her how they opened my throat. I confessed to her how they gangbanged me in the center of Harold's prized pool table in the basement, loading up my shithole, my belly, and my drooling pussy with pints of cum.
She groaned out loud, but I cut her off as I smashed my mouth onto hers and gave her my tongue. Instantly, years of pent-up frustration melted away between us, so many soft touches and sweet smiles, gentle hip bumps and fleeting kisses that were so innocent and never enough. I was free now, the chains of society broken by the strength of big black dick, and I felt empowered, so I yanked away her chains as well. How could I leave my best friend behind? How could I not fuck my girl?"
"This is so wrong." Monica groaned as I pulled her onto the bed with me and laid her back, pushing her top up over those gorgeous tits and digging my fingers into the soft heat of her as I lowered my mouth to a nipple and trapped it between my teeth. As she spoke, her fingers slid through my wet hair, cupping the back of my head to guide me. "Pete. I can't do this to him." She whined, but I shut her up as I left her titty and gave her my tongue again. She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck.
I reached for her shorts next and pulled them off as she giggled with me and lifted her butt so I could get at her. The cutest little downy tuft of pussy fuzz adorned that gorgeous peach, and I grinned at her as I slid one leg over her and lowered myself so the heat of our twitching cunts could mingle. I pushed down and rolled my hips, bumping muffins with my bestie. Thank goodness we both had such puffy pussies. She took my hands and laced her fingers in mine as we rubbed together, coating each other in pussy-milk; smashing peaches.
