It's What Mates Do

Norm was upset, and he'd been tying one on all night. He could still walk and talk, but he needed someone to direct his footsteps and an interpreter who could translate maudlin drunk.

Sammy was a lot better off. He might have had a few, but he was still upright, coherent and vaguely capable of thinking. The thought slowly crept into his mind that it was home time, and he'd better steer Norm in that direction.

Knowing that they would have a couple, both of them had walked to the pub. Now all they had to do was walk home. They headed off, with Sammy doing the steering, and actually made it to Norm's house without getting lost. OK, so they made a couple of wrong turns. They did get there, and that was the important thing.

Sammy lent on the bell until Nancy answered the door. She looked at the pair of them and sighed.

"Sammy, did you know that you were supposed to let go of the bell once you've pressed the button? You might like to let go now.

Seeing you're here, you can help me get Norm into bed."

The pair of them coaxed Norm through to the bedroom and encouraged him to lie down. Nancy slipped off his shoes and left him like that.

"I think that before you head home, you'd better have a cup of coffee. It might dilute the beer a little," Nancy told Sammy.

She headed off to the kitchen, with Sammy obediently following. Sitting down and watching Nancy as she bustled around fixing up the coffee, an idea slowly formed in Sammy's mind. Norm had a problem, and as his mate, Sammy had to try to help him work it out. He'd explain it to Nancy and see what she thought.

Nancy gave Sammy his coffee and sat down to drink her own. Sammy seemed to be struggling with the concept of thinking. Unfamiliar territory to him, Nancy thought. Every so often he'd look at her, turn to look towards where Norm lay sleeping in the bedroom, and then back to her, nodding sagely to himself.

Finishing his coffee, Sammy stood up, suddenly looking decisive. He'd apparently made up his mind about something. Finishing her own coffee, Nancy stood, intending to escort him to the door and see him on his way.

To her surprise, Sammy put his hands on her waist, lifted her, and sat her on the table. Then he started undoing his trousers.

"Sammy," Nancy sighed, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Told you," said Sammy. "Going to help Norm."

"No, Sammy," Nancy told him. "You've just been sitting there, slurping your coffee and saying nothing."

"Oh. Norm wants you pregnant, but can't seem to do it. I'm going to help him."

"And what makes you think Norm would want you to help him in this matter?" inquired Nancy in a gentle voice.

"Not going to tell him. Don't need to boast just because you're helping out a friend. It's what mates do."

Sammy stood there, trousers down, looking at his erection. Rather, looking at his total lack of an erection. He frowned.

"That's not right," he muttered. "Should be standing up."

"Sammy, you are too intoxicated right now to even lay a carpet, let alone a woman. Why don't you toddle on home and sleep it off. And pull up your trousers before you leave the house, if you don't mind."

Sammy looked down at himself again and then looked at Nancy, suspicious.

"It's the dressing gown," he announced. "I'd better take it off."

Sighing, Nancy let Sammy undo her dressing gown and push it off her shoulders, revealing her nightie and a very attractive figure pressing against the nightie in all the right places.

Smiling, Sammy looked down at himself again, and the smile changed to a frown.

"That aint right," he muttered. "Gotta be standin'."

"You're drunk, Sammy," came a sweet comment. "Go home now."

"Don't rush me," mutter Sammy. "I'm thinking."

Nancy sat patiently, waiting for Sammy to work it out. He did, but not the way she wanted.

"The nightie," Sammy announced. "It has to come off."

"Are you nuts," snapped Nancy. "I'm naked under this. I'm not taking it off."

"Gotta," said Sammy simply. "Can't get you pregnant while you're wearing it."

"You can't get me pregnant anyway," snapped Nancy. "You're too drunk to even get a stiff."

"Cause I can," said Sammy. "Take off the nightie and you'll see."

Nancy fumed. If that's what it took to get the idiot out of the house, she'd do it. She could dance the dance of the seven veils and it wouldn't help Sammy's lack of ability.

Irritably she grabbed her nightie and pulled it off, leaving her gloriously nude.

"Very nice," said Sammy, appreciative. "That'll do the trick."

If the trick was to get a partial rise out of Sammy's equipment, then it was successful. Looking at Sammy's half erect cock, Nancy thought that it would be very impressive if he ever actually achieved an erection. She couldn't see that happening in his current state, and sober, he wouldn't dream of doing this.

Looking down at himself, Sammy sadly shook his head.

"It's not right," he grumbled, "but it'll have to do."

"Oh my god, Sammy," sighed Nancy. "You don't really think you can persuade that to enter me, do you?"

"It'll be fine, Nan," Sammy assured her. "Just watch and see."

"I don't think you're really ready, Sammy," Nancy told him. "Why not put it off to another time when you're more yourself."

"Gotta give it a try, but maybe you're right. If it don't work, I'll come back tomorrow."

Nancy softly swore to herself. If she didn't at least let him try he might just get physical and insist. Better to let him prove to himself he was currently incapable.

"And if you remember any of this you probably won't come anywhere near me for a year," thought Nancy, waiting patiently for Sammy's fumbling to cease.

Sammy pressed forward, pushing the head of his half erect penis against Nancy's soft feminine flesh, with the result that Nancy had expected. The head pressed firmly enough against her slit, but the shaft immediately buckled under the strain.

Nancy tried valiantly not to giggle, but from the hurt look Sammy gave her it seemed he could sense her mirth. He glanced down at his offending equipment, and there was a touch of anger in his voice when he announced he would try again.

"Last time, Sammy," said Nancy firmly, "and then you go home."

She waited while Sammy commenced fumbling again, felt the head press firmly against her again, and then gave a shocked squeal as Sammy suddenly crashed triumphantly into her. His hurt and anger had proved the catalyst, and his erection had woken up and stood tall.

As Nancy had sensed, once fully erect Sammy's equipment was truly impressive, and now it was driving rapidly into her unprepared pussy. Nancy squealed and wriggled, trying to push Sammy away, but his hands were now clamped onto her bottom, holding her still while he charged ahead.

Wriggling and cursing, Nancy could feel Sammy rapidly filling her, stretching her poor pussy to its limits. She could feel dampness rising within her, easing the passage, but still felt somewhat brutalised as Sammy drove forcefully home.

"Right," said Sammy. "Now we're in action. You just sit there and relax and I'll do the work."

"Sammy, take it out," Nancy hissed. "You can't do this."

"Course I can," said Sammy. "See?" he added, pressing hard against her.

"I mean I don't want you to do it," snapped Nancy, writhing under his firm probing. "Take it out, now!"

"Don't get into such a fuss," soothed Sammy. "I'm doing this for Norm, remember. You just need to sit there and enjoy yourself. I'll get you properly knocked up."

Swearing, hitting and drumming her feet against his back seemed to make no difference to Sammy, Nancy found. If anything, the drumming of her feet on his back seemed to encourage him, thinking she was enjoying what he was doing.

Finally Nancy just sat there, trying to relax while Sammy ploughed her fertile field. Unfortunately, she found that just sitting wasn't possible. With Sammy inside her like that and getting busy, her own body was responding and starting to move with him.

Cursing softly, Nancy found herself helpless to do anything but get thoroughly fucked, while she fucked Sammy in return.

She lost track of how long they were like that, the two of them moving with one accord. Sammy was drunk enough to just take his time, with no sense of driving urgency telling him to hurry. After a while Nancy found herself squirming on his cock, wanting more, wanting to tell him to just hurry up and finish before he drove her mad.

She choked down her wrath, feeling those terrible sensations building, while Sammy took his own sweet fucking time!

She was going to climax and Sammy was going to just keep on going afterwards and she didn't think she could stand it. Nancy decided to force the pace, driving Sammy to the wall. She locked her legs around him and started moving faster, making Sammy accelerate, wanting to or not.

Finally Sammy seemed to catch up to her and, with a loud grunt, he started thrusting hard and fast, letting his own climax come. Nancy gave a shout of relief as she shuddered and came, feeling Sammy splash deep inside her, welcoming the feel of it while cursing the delivery boy.

"No need to tell Norm I helped him out," Sammy advised Nancy, as he tidied up his clothes. "We'll just let it come as a pleasant surprise when he finds you're finally knocked up."

Watching him leave Nancy wondered if he'd even remember what he'd done. The state he was in she doubted it. If he did, she'd just have to kill him.