[M]y best [f]riend- part 3, Cum check this out. | 2016

I realize as I'm writing that I may be making my best friend out to be nothing but slutty and seductive. Such is not the case. In reality, for every 5 minutes of play time we have, there's probably 5 hours of normal, non sexual life going on between us. Family time is very important to us, and we do get time to do things that best friends do. Those aren't the stories that get you off, (at least I hope not).

But when its play time, well..... ;)

Early Monday morning my phone rings, it's Shell. We talk awhile, then she asks how it went last night with Jamie. I start to tell her about it and she interrupts me, informing me that she's laying on my side of the guest bed snuggled up to my pillow, and wants all the details.

Having spent a large part of my past away from home, I am no stranger to phone sex. It had been years, but I'd played this game. Though never quite like this, and never with my best friend. I was in a position where I could talk easy enough, but just couldn't play along. As excited as I was, I had to make this just for Shell.

It doesn't take long before giggles turn to moans as I recount the previous night for Shell. I always knew her sex life was pathetic, but I never imagined (till now) that she would supplement it by fantasizing herself in mine.

I went helplessly insane as I listened to Shell gasp and moan over and over, pleasing herself to my story. I would have given anything to be there with her making it real, but I knew I couldn't do that.

Shell fingered her amazing pussy through 3 strong orgasms. As she was calming down afterwards, she simply offered "Thank you. You have no idea how badly I needed that." "Oh, I think I do" I replied, thinking only of how badly I desired Shell at that moment. "I know" she giggles.

We went on with our conversation, and inevitability came (for the first time) to the subject of sex with each other. We both agreed that the play time we've had was fun, intense, and dangerous, and we saw no reason to stop. We also agreed to draw the line just short of actually having sex. Not because it is "wrong", but because we have both witnessed sex destroy perfectly good friendships, and neither of us could handle that thought.

Two weeks later, we were back at Shell's for the weekend. There were lots of playful flirts mixed with sneaking in a touch or a kiss when no one was looking, but nothing really took off till Sunday morning.

I was the first to wake up, about 4am, as always and sat down in the computer chair till I was fully awake. Like clockwork, 2 or 3 minutes after I awoke, Shell emerged from her bedroom. She climbs on my lap, melting into me and nuzzling my neck and shoulder. "I dreamed about you all night" she says, as we enjoy the silence and each other for a few minutes.

Soon, she heads to the kitchen, I know its to make us some coffee. I used to start the coffee as soon as I got up, but Shell insisted that I let her make it for me. I can't complain.

She comes out of the kitchen a few minutes later. I turn around expecting my cup of coffee, but her hands are empty. "Come check this out", she motions for me and heads back to the kitchen.

The coffee maker sits in a cubby with a window. I come up behind her, pressing my chest against her back, trying to see what is so interesting out there. "What?" I whisper. "This." she reaches back, grabs my hand and slides it down the front of her pajama pants.

Perfect, is the only thought that came to mind and is the only way I can describe how Shell's pussy feels. My fingers were wet with her dripping honey as soon as I touched her. And god, she was hot. I swear there should have been steam rolling out of her pants. I've never felt a woman quite like this.

Shell leans back in to me as I waste no time spreading her lips and begin stroking her slowly from bottom to top. She jerks and gives a little gasp every time I touch her clit. Her swollen love button is begging for attention, and I gladly give it to her. Her gasps become faster and louder as I vigorously circle her clit. She presses her ass against me and starts humping my erection in motion with my hands. I thought for a moment, but knew I couldn't, I wanted nothing more than to bend Shell over and take her right there in front of the window.

After a few minutes, I slid my finger down to tease her hole. Shell pulls my hand out of her pants and flips around. "That's all you get for now" she says with that evil grin. "You fucking tease!" I say, trying not to get too loud.

Still gripping my hand, Shell pushes my fingers into my mouth. I lick off every drop of her sweet reward as she turns around and pours our coffee. Cups in hand, she stretches up for a slow kiss "mmmmm", she licks my lips, "you make me taste sooo good". She wiggled her nose and kisses me again "Now let's go smoke".

Even the city is quiet at 4:30, and front porch mornings is where Shell and I have enjoyed many deep talks over the years. Without a word, there in the dark, Shell slides her hands down my pajama pants and grabs ahold of my tightly swollen cock. "Holy shit!" her eyes got as big as golf balls "I knew you were big, but damn!"

Now, I know I'm not the biggest cock on the block, but I've spent enough time around naked men to know I'm well above average in length and girth. Before you ask, no I have never measured it. I have no need to. Shell's reaction was nothing new to me, though I still never expected to be in this position with my best friend.

Shell closes her eyes and leans into me as she slowly strokes me from hilt to head. I'm not much for hand jobs (I can do that myself), but her loving carress felt incredible. I couldn't hold myself so I leaned against the wall. Our arousal intensified as we held each other, breathing heavily, both dreaming of making this real.

Shell rubbed me only a few minutes longer then kissed me. "That's all you get for now" she said devilishly as she turned for the door "I have to get ready for work." "Not this time!" I grabbed her, pulling her in to a deep kiss that sent her hands down my pants for a few more strokes. "Seriously, I have to go. I'm sorry." she pulls back and heads inside. I stand there in the silent darkness, sipping my coffee and dwelling on everything that had happened between us so far. Oddly enough, though I wished I could fuck her brains out, I wasn't frustrated about all the teasing, seducing, or abrupt endings we shared.

Back in the house, I waited patiently in the hall as Shell finished getting ready. She really was running late, and good bye would have to be quick. Shell rushes out of the bathroom, "got to hurry, love you." She comes in for a kiss, grabbing my still hard dick through my pants and says "now go take care of this... For me." "I left you a present" she motions toward the bathroom, where I see her pajama pants just how she stepped out of them "something to sniff" she giggles. "Isn't that a little creepy?" I ask. "Yes, but do it anyway." she giggles and heads for the door.

I head into the bathroom, hoping nobody wakes up before I get the chance to "take care of this" as Shell put it. I sit, dick in one hand, Shell's flannel pajamas in the other. These things were soaked like they'd just been out of the washer. Shell has told me before that she has never squirted, she just "gushes" and only by her own hand. No one but her has been able to make her cum since high school.

My arousal increased, and my erection strengthened as I brought her pants close to my face, flooding my senses with Shell's sweet musk. The smell and the thoughts, adding to the events of the morning, drove me wild and sent pre cum dripping from my head.

Immediately, my phone rings. It's Shell.

"Well?"

"Yes?"

"How are they?"

"Intoxicating... I didn't realize just how wet you were earlier."

"I wasn't, till I came 3 times fingering myself for you."

"Damn..."

"Did you finish?"

"Not yet."

"What did you do with them?"

"Put them down so I could answer your call, silly."

"Use them."

"Use them?"

"Wrap them around your dick. I want you covered in me when you cum."

As weird as it sounded, this really turned me on, and I did as I was told. To be honest, her pussy juice was quite cold by then and it set me back a bit, but the heat of the moment warmed the wet flannel quickly and it began feeling great again.

I get lost in Shell's voice as I stroke myself with her honey. She tells me how bad she really wants me, that she can't spend 5 minutes near me without dripping down her legs, and that she knows for sure that I would make her cum. "I don't think I'll be happy until you make me cum, and you cum inside me." she tells me.

Now Shell is really getting to me and she can tell by my grunts and moans that I'm close to orgasm. "Now cum in my pants" she urges "Imagine its my pussy wrapped tight around you. Can you feel it? Fuck me baby! Cum inside me! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fill me up!"

I let out a quivering "Ohhh my god!" as I unleash my own love juice, blending it with Shell's. "Holy shit. That was intense." "You're welcome" she giggles "we're even.... for now. Gotta run. Love ya!"

Later that evening, as we're on the porch winding out the day, Shell turns to me "I've been thinking... a lot. I don't think sex would destroy us at all. I think it would only strengthen our bond." "That's funny" I tell her "I've been thinking the exact same thing."

More to come...