Even though I’ve been out of high school for a while now, I still hang out with my high school best friend Kristi. Ever since school, she has been very generous in terms of sharing all of the details of her active sex life. I’m a curvy brunette who has always been shy, whereas she’s a blond bombshell who likes to get screwed, and man, guys love to fuck her. I’m sort of jealous of Kristi’s crazy sex life, but at the same time, I appreciate the erotic way she looks into my eyes and tells me all about her current fuck-addictions.

I am pretty much the opposite of Kristi. I’ve only ever fucked one guy—Ethan, my boyfriend since high school. Ethan fucked a few different girls at times when we were fighting and broken up, so I’ve always thought that I’ve deserved some fucking on the side too.
Even though Kristi is married now, she still likes to have fun on the side every once in a while. This past summer, she started banging Damone, a new guy at work. I really don’t like getting involved with lying for my friends, but when Kristi introduced me to Damone one night at the bar, I had to help her fuck him so that I could get to hear all about it. He was that fucking hot—a ripped, fucking black guy, my fucking fantasy since I was fifteen years old.

For a month now, I had been coming up with cover stories and she had been cumming up a storm. One day at work last week, I asked her to hit a happy hour after work and we ended up getting smashed and getting all wet over her Damone stories. She bought me a drink and I flat out told her how I felt.

“You turned me into William fucking Shakespeare with all the stories I have to make up for you.”

“I know, I know,” she said.

“You have to get me back.”

“Anything,” she said.

“Get Damone to fuck me.”

She almost spit out her Long Island tea, but then she said, “I can do that. No problem.” I didn’t think she would give in so easily, but she admitted that Damone had talked about how much he liked my big round butt. Apparently, he liked to talk to Kristi about having a threesome: Kristi, Damone, and me! I was totally flattered and told Kristi that I couldn’t wait to make the threesome happen. That got us talking about old times, when we were just becoming friends back in high school.

One day when we were swimming, she told me that she loved how my nipples got hard and she could see the outline of my breasts so clearly. I was so fucking shocked, but when we got out of the water, we changed right in front of each other and she leaned over and made out with me. She reached out and rubbed my firm damp tits. We had a couple moments like this throughout the years, drunken indiscretions, but we had never really gone all the way with each other. We never had a threesome with another guy.

The next day, Kristi told me she had talked to Damone and he wanted us to get together that night. All day, Kristi kept IMing me that she had thought about our day by the water all the time. It was the memory that she thought about while getting off. She’d daydream about touching my tit, and then she’d stare at me at work with her pussy all wet. She’d go home and fuck her husband, but she’d think about Damone, or me, or one of the many people she had sucked, fucked, and blown over the years. By five o’clock, I was ready to get kinky with the two of them. We all met on time and we all looked equally eager.

Damone looked me right in the eye as he directed me into the motel room we had split the cost of. He directed me down on the bed as Kristi shut the door. She had really slutted herself up with knee-high black leather boots and a short black dress. Her eyes were painted all smoky and dramatic.

Looking at her, I started unbuttoning my blouse, thinking of getting undressed by the water.

“Yeah, show me those big white titties,” Damone said. “Let them out, little girl.”

I instantly got filthy wet at the sound of his deep voice. Behind Damone, Kristi pulled her black dress over her head to reveal that she was wearing no bra, just a black stringy thong stretched over her tiny smooth hips and ass. Damone reached around and unhooked my bra for me. He leaned past my ear and asked quietly, “Can I suck on your titties?”

“Please,” I answered. I could hardly talk I was so nervous. I had never fucked anyone but Ethan, and I could see through Damone’s thin pants that he was much bigger than Ethan. He didn’t seem to be wearing any underwear and his thick dick pushed like a sledgehammer against his loose pants. Kristi crawled onto the bed with me. She was still wearing her knee-high boots. Damone pulled his shirt off and revealed that buff body. He had the rock-hard body of a stripper. He pulled off his loose black pants and revealed his giant cock. I began to throb inside. I wanted that giant dick inside of me.

Kristi had kneeled behind me. She propped me up on her smooth lap and reached around my chest. She rubbed my nipples with her fingertips. Damone knelt down on the floor and licked my pussy a couple of times. He looked at Kristi and me and seemed to think for a moment. “Tastes sweet as any virgin,” Damone said and he nodded to Kristi. “Let me see you bitches lick each other’s cunt.”

Damone sat down in the chair in the corner and Kristi lay back on the bed and showed me her shaved pussy. She smiled and licked her lips. For the first time in my life, I licked a clit. I flicked it with my tongue the way I usually flicked mine with my thumb. I fell into some kind of trance so that I could flick consistently, and Kristi started moaning. As I continued to flick-lick, I looked over at Damone and met his eye. He was jacking off his enormous cock, licking his hands and jacking off.

“Yeah, bitch,” he said. “Now, I want to see you get your pussy licked, little lady. Now I want to see my girl Kristi make love to your big-ass titties.”

“Come on, Kris,” I said as I got up on my knees. She got up on her knees and started Frenching me. I tasted my own cunt juice for the first time in my life and I thought about Damone’s words “sweet as a virgin.” I looked over at Damone again and watched him rub his cock faster as Kristi started licking the skin around my nipples, getting me hotter and hotter.

“Damone, when you gonna fuck me?” I asked.

“Patience, baby, patience.” He rubbed harder.

Kristi pushed me down on the bed and licked right up the length of my slit. She licked circles around my clit and rubbed my tits. I could tell she had done this before. I moaned and called out. I couldn’t take more than a couple of minutes of her tongue fucking before I was screaming out, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

Next thing I knew, Damone was pushing Kristi out of the way.

“Turn over,” he said to me, and I turned onto my stomach, unsure of what he’d do. He pulled my ass up into the air and fucked me doggie style.

“How you like that, bitch?” he kept saying as he rammed his huge cock into my throbbing pussy. “You’re tighter than a fucking virgin.”
I saw that Kristi was behind him. She had told me that Damone liked her to lick his asshole, and I knew she liked to do whatever dirty shit he asked of her. Once I realized I was in the kind of crazy sex romp I’d always dreamed of, I started cumming all over again, and as I did, Damone screamed out. I felt his hot jiz slamming against my pussy walls.

He pulled out of me and told me to suck his cock dry. I did it and stared into his eyes the whole time, something I could never do with Ethan no matter how hard he begged. I was always too embarrassed, but with Damone, it was like I was somebody else, his little slut.

I still talk to Kristi all the time. We’ll always be friends. She says that Damone asks about me all the time too. He wants to know when I’m going to hang out again. I just shrug. Being with Damone helped me see that I like to live out my fantasies, and I’ve lived out a few others. Ethan doesn’t seem to notice. I like to hide it from him. It’s part of my fun.