Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Cheating, Group Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - They were friends. He was male; she was female. They both needed help. Who helped whom is the qestion.

"He can't get his puck out of the net," someone yelled from the back, causing uproar in the packed room. Benny turned to see a man with wind-burned cheeks, the sure sign of an outdoor worker. He was about 5'6" and built like someone who makes his living in construction, lifting steel beams for his coworkers to put chains under them. But it was not him; the remark had come from farther back.

Benny tried again but couldn't find his thing. The guy at the next urinal peeked at his dilemma, drip-shook his dick before zipping up. He wore a three piece suit and a sympathetic smile.

"Get out the tweezers," came from the back. This was followed by another clamor throughout the crowd. The tweezers comment sounded like the same voice. Embarrassed, Benny zipped up and stepped aside to make room for the beam lifter.

Hockey fans are a mixed crowd, some coming from work in their three piece suits and others in casual dress, sneakers and sweatshirts. 'Sneakers and a sweatshirt, ' that's what Holly had suggested when she invited him to go with her. "Go home and change, wear something casual, we'll meet in front of the stadium at seven-thirty, gate twelve, okay?"

And that's what he had done, stopping by his place to covert his appearance from junior office worker to designer casual. He had even showered and changed his underwear. As Holly had said, "We have plenty of time; I need to eat with Terry so he knows he still has a Mommy, Tom's out of town."

She was curious when he got back to his seat. "What took so long?" she wanted to know, leaning near him to whisper as if their seat mates would be even remotely interested in the conversation. The crowd had its eyes on the ice below, and the face off.

"You know how those lines are?" he whispered back. She was still leaning close, soft, looking at him, as if riveted by the news that lines at the men's room were long between periods. Her hand swished a strand of strawberry blond hair back in place. She was always doing that.

Benny and Holly had two things in common; they worked at the same company and they had gotten their jobs through nepotism. Her husband was also in the insurance business at a competitor a few blocks away. Through his contacts, he had made it possible for her to be selected for a job in claims. Ben's uncle, hearing that he was having no luck with his job search, arranged for him to be hired in the legal department.

"You're just what they need down there," referring to the legal department being on the fifth floor while his own office was 'upstairs.' Ben's father winced at the idea, "I kept telling him a liberal arts degree would make him the last to find work. What can he possibly offer legal?"

"Nonsense, he'll do fine. They need a smart young person to maintain the case files pending litigation, he'll be a perfect fit." countered his uncle. Then to Ben, "don't give them your mother's maiden name and if we meet in the hall, you don't know me, okay?

They had worked in the same company for three months before they met face to face although they had spoken on the phone from the beginning.

"Can we meet for coffee or something? I'll bring the file." Ben had asked.

"Don't you dare bring the file," she had warned him.

He rose when she came in the door, recognizing her by the pink sweater she had said she would be wearing. The sweater accented her rosy cheeks and the unruly hair that always seemed to flop down, covering one of her eyes. She came his way; seeming to know it was him by the way he was watching her move through the crowded coffee shop.

"Let me see the file, no coffee for me, I can't be gone long" she said as soon as they were seated, not saying why she didn't want to be seen with him. Her boss had forbid her from it, saying, 'don't hold their hands, once we send a claims file to legal it's all theirs, we're finished with it.' Besides, her husband worked just down the street, he could come in and see her with this young man.

She spent the next 10 minutes giving Ben the background on the case, relating conversations she had with the woman who was filing the claim and supplying background on why the claim was being rejected. She advised that he should send form letter 343, and then she was gone.

Ben was mystified. She seemed nervous, distant, not what he had expected from the friendly telephone voice he had become accustomed to. 'Perhaps she had been turned off by his youth? Or worse, his appearance?'

The next time they spoke on the 'phone it was her usual casual tone that greeted him as if they were the best of friends. "What are you doing for lunch?" she wanted to know.

They met for lunch at a diner seven blocks from the office and it became their favorite spot. Meetings were always at her suggestion; she never accepted his offers to take her to lunch. "Tom's out of town," she commented on one occasion. Another time she mentioned that her boss was out sick that day. Ben put it together; she didn't want to be seen with him. Their luncheons were always arranged by her, at the out of the way location.

"What did you do last night? Do you have a girlfriend? You never said," she asked one morning. He also noticed that it was she who initiated the telephone calls. As a rule, she did not take his calls, letting them go to voicemail.

Happy to be in her company, Benny let her call the shots. He liked being with her, watching her eyes when she said something funny or when she became serious. He loved the way they twinkled when she laughed and how they misted when she revealed something personal. "Did you get lucky last night? I did," she would say, her green eyes twinkling, and then glistening. She even told him why she insisted that they meet at the diner instead of one of the more fashionable places near the office. "My boss has something against legal. I don't know what it is but he doesn't want me to help you."

Benny had not taken the job seriously, viewing it as a temporary source of income until something more permanent came along. When he complained to Holly about the monotony of keeping the files up to date she sympathized with him. "Hang in there, something will come your way," she smiled.

"I'm an old lady, way too old for you," she would say kidding, pushing half of her cheesecake his way. "I'm so old I have to watch what I eat."

"You're perfect and not too old at all," he would say, wanting to add, 'for me, ' but not, taking the cheesecake. She would smile, watching him scoop up the last crumbs.

"Don't call me anymore," she said one day at lunch.

"Why?" he asked incredulously. They had been friends for about two years and had shared their deepest secrets. He thought he knew her well.

"They've got a new system that tracks your calls," she whispered, looking around the diner for any sign of co-workers. "I'm not supposed to talk to you, remember?"

It was her idea to meet once a week. "Never on the same day of the week and not at the same time, I'll work out a schedule," she said as she left that day. He was to wait five minutes before going back to work. The calendar arrived in an inter-office envelope the next day. He folded the paper and placed it in his wallet.

"Tom's lost interest in me," she confided. They had just taken their seats but the diner was nearly empty, she had insisted on a mid-afternoon lunch.

"What make's you think that?" Benny asked, trying to hide his bewilderment. 'Why was she telling him this, as if he was one of her girlfriends with whom she shared such secrets?'

"He doesn't pester me for sex any more," she said, holding a slim hand up to her mouth to shield it from a waiter who was clearing the next table. "I have to nag him for it," she grinned, displaying the dimple that Benny had grown fond of seeing.

"Maybe he likes that, you nagging him for sex," he speculated, 'I know I would like it, ' he thought. Wanting to change the subject, he told her that he had a date to see a play. A barrage of questions followed this news. How did you meet her? Is she pretty? What are her measurements?

"How was the date? How did you make out?" she wanted to know at their next meeting, her exuberance overshadowed only by her curiosity. He reddened, reluctant to talk about the date.

"What happened? You didn't fuck it up, did you?" Her eyes glistened, showing concern in her voice and in her eyes.

He nodded. She waited for him to speak and was able to suppress a snicker when he told her what had taken place. His date, a perfect ten in his eyes, had critiqued the play before the curtain fell on the first act, deciding that it was poorly written, the director had misinterpreted the nuances of the plot and the actors were unbefitting for their parts. They had left halfway through the second act.

To his astonishment, the date had agreed to go back to his place for a drink, after which they had another. This was followed by heavy petting, getting naked and...

When he wouldn't say more, Holly had to guess, "Premature ejaculation?"

He nodded, not wanting to talk about it. She pitied him. "It happens, next time will be different, you'll be the stud, I may have to show you a thing or two," she laughed. When he didn't smile she changed the subject.

"Do you think this dress shows how big my hips have gotten?" she asked, looking up to him. Her eyes were moist and her lips were slightly open, awaiting his answer. It was the Friday before Christmas, many of the employees had left early, others were in party-mode. She had made a rare appearance in legal because she knew her boss would never venture there.

"Not at all," he scoffed. It was a knitted dress and he liked the way the yarn clung to her ass. They were in a lawyer's office with the door closed. Benny knew the guy had taken off early and wouldn't be back.

"Is that mistletoe? I believe it is," she said, motioning to the bare ceiling as she stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. Benny watched her step away to appraise his look of surprise at the kiss. She wore a silk scarf around her shoulders. The multi colored fabric made her eyes sparkle. He playfully dislodged the two ends of the scarf from the ring that held them in place. He lowered the scarf to her ass and moved it from side to side, the silk sliding smoothly over the yarn. She giggled, moving her ass, enjoying the friction. He used the scarf to pull her to him. This kiss was long and real. When it broke neither moved.

Laughing, she whispered, "There's more mistletoe over here, pulling him along as she backed up to the front of the lawyer's desk. Her arms were around his neck. He dropped the scarf and placed hands between the desk and her ass as they kissed, entwining their tongues and pressing their bodies together.

They matched one another's movements and sounds. She moaned when his lips pulled away to make sucking sounds along her jaw line and down her neck. She opened her legs, stretching the yarn, permitting his thigh to stretch it further. The moans changed to humming approval as his mouth returned to hers.

It was their difference in height that brought her to her senses. His member was pulsating against her stomach, making her aware of their circumstance. She was seven years older and it would be up to her to be the adult. She broke away and buried her face in his chest, trembling, trying to regain her composure. This confounded Benny. He relaxed his hold on her butt and pulled away to look at her.

"Too bad I'm wearing these damn pantyhose," she laughed, green eyes glistening as she looked up at him. She wanted to apologize for being the old fuddy-duddy, knowing how insecure he was around women. She hoped he would understand. That was their last meeting until the invitation to the hockey match.

She had taken a chance and dialed his extension. "I have hockey tickets, can you go with me? Tom was going to use them but he's been called to the home office."

Excited to hear her voice, Benny accepted. He hurried to his apartment, showed, shaved, put on cologne and dressed as she had instructed, casually.

"I have to go back to the men's room," he said to Holly. By the expression on her face he knew an explanation was required. "My shorts are on backwards, I couldn't go before," he shouted over the crowd noise which was expressing discontent over a penalty leveled against a member of the home team.

This sent Holly into gut-reaching laughter just as a hush came over the crowd. A player from the opposing team, flat on his back on the ice, was being administered to by the medical staff. The entire section focused on Holly who, oblivious to the injured player, continued to howl. Even the iron worker, who had been behind Benny in the men's room, looked up from three rows down. He waved to Benny and said something to his partner. Soon everyone in the section, except Holly, knew about the incident in the men's room.

He told her about the voice from the back of the room, "He can't get his puck out of the net," Benny said, explaining why everyone was looking their way. This sent Holly into another fit of laughter and everyone around them laughed with her as the player was being placed on a stretcher and carried off the ice.

When he came back from the restroom Holly suggested that they leave. There were five minutes left in the second period but the visiting team was ahead by three goals. Benny agreed to leave.

"I seem to recall that my husband's company has four seats. Those people next to us may work with him. They may even know who I am and tell him how crazy I was acting. I thought it was better that we leave. You don't mind do you?" she asked, taking his arm, playfully.

In the cab she said to Benny, "Give him your address, Honey."

Then to the driver, "my boyfriend has his shorts on backwards, we've got to get them turned around." This was followed by tumultuous laughter. The cabby looked amused but did not comment. Holly lunged at Benny, snuggling against him.

"Do you think my boyfriend is too young for me?" she asked the driver while holding Benny's face up for display. The cabby looked in the rear view mirror at the youthful Benny, then to Holly, refraining from saying what he was thinking.

"I think my boyfriend is just the right age," she said, pulling Benny down for a long kiss. "But my husband wouldn't agree, would he?"

"He thought I was drunk or crazy," she laughed, clinging to Benny as they climbed the stairs to his apartment. Still giddy, "do you think I'm crazy?"

Benny didn't know how to respond. He had never seen her act this way. She had always been cautious when they were together before, a little nervous, always checking to see who was coming in the door at the diner, never letting him walk back to the office with her. "I like you this way," he answered.

"You do what you need to do," she said to him, inspecting his apartment. He disappeared into the bedroom and made short work of turning his shorts around.

When he came out of the bedroom she was talking on the telephone. He waited at the front door, jacket in hand, ready to take her home.

"Do you have wine?" she asked as she hung up the phone. Her mood had changed from capricious to somber. He noticed that she had removed her jacket and sweat shirt and was in the process of pulling the bottom of her T-shirt out of her jeans when she looked at him, catching him watching her, knowing that he had realized that she was braless. "Wine? Do you have any?"

They sat on the sofa and drank merlot from water glasses. She looked around, appraising the clutter that surrounded them. "You don't bring girls here often, do you?" she charged. "When did you change the sheets on your bed?"

Ben took a long swig of wine and blushed. 'She's so perceptive; she must know how uncomfortable she's making me.

"Hey, kiddo, let's go make your bed," she said, moving in the direction his bedroom. He followed, admiring how the loose T-shirt covered her waistband where the butt-line curve began.

Holly stripped the bed and made short work of replacing the sheets. When the bed was made to her satisfaction she jumped into the center of the bed and asked, "Which side is yours?" Ben was taken back. When he didn't answer she laughed and led him back to the sofa for another glass of wine.

"You didn't answer my question, do you bring girls here?" she teased, enjoying watching him squirm. She had removed her shoes and sat cross legged at one end of the sofa, glass in hand.

Benny sat at the other end of the sofa, watching her drain the second glass of wine, not answering.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Holly asked, leaning forward to place the empty glass on the coffee table. Her breasts swayed under the tight shirt. She smiled, showing dimples as she lifted the errant strand of hair from her face.

Benny, thinking she wanted a refill, moved to the center-cushion and picked up her glass.

Holly leaned over to restrain his hand, causing him to release his grip on the glass. Their bodies were touching, faces inches apart. Her lips were parted and her eyes searched his.

"You still didn't answer," she said, playfully pushing him back on the couch. Her hand, fingers spread, was pressing his chest, commanding him to lay still.

Benny was in an uncomfortable position. His back was flat against the couch but his feet were flat on the floor. Holly was on her knees behind his bottom, creating the miss-alignment from his hips downward. He didn't attempt to move for fear that it would alter the mood. Holly seemed to be unaware of his predicament. Her fingers moved over his chest, lightly clutching his shirt, smiling wickedly.

"Tell me," she commanded, tickling his ribs, "how can I help? Aunt Holly is here to give you some pointers."

With that, she climbed up to straddle his waist. She bent down and whispered, "Auntie Holly is here to council, use me."

Benny was able to bring his legs from the floor and would have felt comfortable had it not been for his stiff cock which was pressing against Holly's ass. He was certain she would notice. Her breasts, swinging just above his face made his cock grow. He groaned, no longer trying to hide the affect she was having upon him.

"Here's the situation, you've brought a gorgeous women home and plied her with two glasses of wine. You changed the sheets on your bed before you went out and... let's say the place is clean and free of clutter. Got it so far? Now your date is on top of you, begging to be fucked. What do you do?"

Benny was dumbfounded. All he could think of was his strained cock and the set of tits swaying just inches from his lips.

"What's wrong, am I not gorgeous enough?" Holly sounded hurt.

"No, no, it's not that, you're almost too gorgeous," Benny stammered.

"Pretend I'm gorgeous, what do you do?"

Tentatively, Benny put one arm around her to bring their lips together. Holly moved her ass down his body, bending his cock, making him groan. With his free hand he cupped her breasts and relished the weight of her body on his as they kissed.

Holly moaned her approval when he brought his other hand to her free tit. She ground her pelvis into his cock, making his moan back.

Holly didn't resist when he lifted her shirt to explore her bare skin, first her back and then her breasts. In fact, she lifted herself to make room for his hands to cup her tits and gently roll the nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

She broke the kiss. "You're getting the hang of it, what do you do now?"

Benny didn't know how to answer. He was content to feel her soft breasts roll gently in his hands. The nipples had hardened and were erect. He tried to raise his head to her lips but she kept him at bay.

"Remember, you have clean sheets on your bed, isn't it time to suggest we go there?" Holly's face was now out of reach but he was still enjoying the feel of her breasts.

"Yes, I guess," he stammered, not wanting to release the soft flesh that was responding to his touch.

"Well? Say it," her voice was demanding.

"Would you like to go to the bedroom?" Benny managed to say.

"That's just pitiful," she said, almost laughing at his ineptitude. "You're the man, be more forceful, don't ask, tell her."

"Let's go to the bedroom," he whispered, having mustered a commanding, yet urgent tone.

"Better," she said. To Benny's surprise she jumped from his clutches and dash off in the direction of the bedroom, her bare feet making the most pleasant sound he had ever heard. He followed.

Together, they helped one another disrobe. She made a clucking sound when, in his haste, Benny had to pull his pants back up to kick off his shoes. "Think ahead," she reprimanded, "be prepared for the unexpected." But her voice softened when they stood face to face, touching. "Nice," she cooed as she took his cock in her hand and felt the ridged softness. She giggled as they toppled onto the bed.

"Not so fast," she growled as he climbed between her legs. "Have you ever heard of foreplay?"

"I thought that was what we were doing on the couch," Benny answered defensively.

"Just as I suspected, that's why you can't last," Holly advised, pushing him off to the side. "Let this old lady show you a thing or two."

It was like being shoved into a cold shower. If it hadn't been for his pulsating cock, Benny would have lost interest and given up. Holly sensed his injured ego and tried to explain. "Honey, I'm here as your friend, just follow my instructions and maybe you'll learn something." She snuggled up to him and whispered into his ear, "maybe this Old lady will get something out of it too." As her tits grazed his bare chest he thought sure he would cum.

She kissed him and drew him back down; careful to keep his body to her side.

"Suck my tits, get the nipples hard again," she whispered. He was happy to follow her instructions. He nibbled on her nipples, causing her to moan in pleasure. "Don't bite, Tom might notice," she cautioned, moaning again, not caring if he left telltale signs.

She moved his head. "Kiss me there," she whispered, pointing his lips toward her mid section. When he tongued inside her belly button she moaned encouragement. "Now back to the nipples, keep them hard." Benny was happy to oblige. He loved her small breasts and the way the nipples became erect when he sucked them.

"Now lower," she instructed, "kiss my inner thighs but not my cunt, can you do that for me?" Holly was having trouble keeping a clear head but she wanted to be a good teacher. She was doing this for a friend and she wanted him to learn. She gasped when she felt his tongue enter her belly button once more on the way down. She giggled, thinking what a good student he was.

Benny started lower. At the end of the bed he massaged her foot as he began kissing at her ankle and up her leg, slowly, feeling the smooth, freshly shaved skin against his lips. When he got to her knee he retraced his path, back down to the ankle. Then he took her other foot and started back up. He kissed the soft area behind her knees, making Holly gasp for breath. "You're a natural," she said.

He was delighted to discover how aroused she became when he kissed her inner thighs, first one, and then the other. Her legs opened wider and wider as his lips made their way up and down the sensitive area. The excitement of making her wither with pleasure nearly made Benny forget the throbbing organ between his legs although he was careful to keep it clear of her thighs. He followed her instruction to stay away from her cunt but as she bucked and moaned each time he moved his lips upward he was tempted to go for it. He didn't know she was thinking the same thing, 'Why doesn't he dive in?'

"Don't forget my nipples," he heard Holly say. Dutifully, he climbed back up her body, pressing his lips to her stomach area as he went. He took first one, then the other nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with moans from their owner. Holly cradled his head in her hands as he sucked. She had coaxed him back to her breasts as a diversion because she could not take more of the attention he had given her thighs. She reminded herself that she was doing this was for him. It was to be a learning experience and if she got some pleasure from it that was a bonus. But god, what a bonus.

Somewhat recovered she released his head. "I think you can go back to the thighs now," she whispered. This was music to his ears. Benny wasted little time around her mid-section on the way down. As soon as he planted a wet kiss on her thigh, Holly bucked and screamed at the same time. She was breathing hard and clutching the sheets. She reached for him but he had pulled away, puzzled, thinking he had hurt her. Sensing his concern, Holly sat up and drew him to her. "It's all right, you made me cum, you made me cum, it's better than okay," she said giggling. They laughed together.

She held him close, panting, trying to clear her head and regain her breathing. "Time for the next phase," she said, kissing him and pushing him back as the same time. "Watch out for the wet spot," she said laughing as she ran her hand through his chest hair and pinched his nipples. He lay passively on his back but gasp when she flipped his nipples with her tongue. Flip, flip, flip, first one direction, then the other. He reached for her tits but she moved out of reach. "Ahhhh," he uttered when she squeezed his balls. "Be a good boy, this is for you," she warned.

She massaged his balls and spread a track of wet kisses down his body, taking time to knead his stomach with her nose and chin, sending ripples of excitement throughout his body, from his eyebrows to his balls, which were being held firmly in Holly's small hand. She kissed the ball end of his pecker, causing it to vibrate. She planted kisses down the shaft, Benny shivered.

When she took him into her mouth he exploded without warning. It surprised them both. Spurt after spurt drenched her mouth until she pulled away and caught more cumin her hair and finally the bed.

"I'm... I'm sorry," Benny apologized, "I didn't know."

"You didn't know what? That you could do that?" Holly laughed. She went to the bathroom and returned with a damp face cloth. "Now we have two wet spots," she said, still laughing.

She got back into bed and snuggled up next to Benny to reassure him that everything was all right. "I was going to show you 69 but you let go before I got in position."

"I'm sorry," was all he could say.

"I think it's time for you to go down on me," Holly said in a thoughtful way. "Maybe it will get that thing back up so you can fuck me."

Bolstered by the prospect of actually having intercourse with her, Benny jumped at the chance to eat her pussy. "Slow down," she cautioned when he tried to separate her legs, "start up here," she motioned to her tits.

Benny took his time, sucking and nibbling her breasts until the nipples stood at attention. He moved down with deliberate movements, making exaggerated sucking sounds around her stomach area and amusing them both. 'Come on, get to it, ' Holly thought but restrained from urging him to hurry.

She opened her legs willingly, resting one hand on his head in order to anticipate where his mouth would move next. He started just above the knee and placed wet kisses to within two inches of her entrance. 'Keep going," Holly wanted to say. He repeated the action on the other thigh, lingering at the same spot, two inches from her vulva. Holly was beside herself but resisted the urge to yell out, 'god damn, lick me!' She did press lightly on his head. He relished her desire, lingering just long enough for a short tease before bringing his tongue to the wetness between her lips. "Ahhh," she gasped. He licked the slit and felt her hands clasp tightly to his head. It was gratifying that he was giving her such pleasure. He felt his cock grow. He licked again, tasting the sweet wetness that was fairly oozing from her lips. Each lick was answered with, "YES," lick, "YES."

Holly tried to restrain herself but she knew she was bucking and yelling. When he found her clit she went wild. She was no longer in charge. She was screaming, "YES, YES, YES."

He stopped. 'Why did he stop?' She couldn't speak. She couldn't get her breath.

She was suffocating. Through glazed eyes she saw Benny. He was looking her way, concern on his face. She was gasping for air. She wanted to ask him why he had stopped but she couldn't speak. She tried to smile. Slowly, her breathing returned but her vision was still blurred. "What happened?"

"You were pulling my hair, I thought you wanted me to stop," Benny said, smiling, rubbing the sides of his head.

"Oh, I should have warned you, I do that," she explained, apologetically. She felt woozy but he was coming into focus now. "I probably did want you to stop, I came so much, I probably couldn't take any more, that's probably why I pulled your hair. Are you okay?"

"Sure," he laughed, "I'm okay; I still have most of my hair."

"I don't care about your hair, silly. I mean are you okay?" she was looking down his body. Benny got it. He moved to display his manhood, proudly pointing it in her direction, erect and ready.

"Bring that bad boy up here," she said laughing, opening her legs and beckoning him to her.

"Remember, start at the top," she said, drawing him to her for a kiss as he took his position between he legs. Willingly, he brought both nipples to a hardened state as she found his cock and ran the bulb up and down her wetness before guiding it to the opening.

"Push," she instructed and he did. Once he was buried deep within her Holly was no longer in charge. There was nothing more to teach him. He was in control. It was a perfect fit from top to bottom. At times he slowed to a near tantalizing halt, only to speed up, ramming her into submission, taking her to ecstasy and slowing to long deliberate strokes that brought her to the brink of bliss.

He was in control. She tried to take over but failed. When he slowed she wrapped her legs around him to coax him to go deeper but each time he would speed up, breaking her hold. When she contracted her muscles to squeeze his cock he stopped to enjoy the feeling, then in a flurry of jabs, rammed her unmercifully. When she raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts he changed the tempo to throw her into a state of frustration.

She gave up and let him fuck her, which he did for at least twenty minutes. He was in charge. She came repeatedly. She yelled and pounded on his back. She screamed and gripped the bed sheets. He bit her neck and she didn't care. She bit him back.

They were both soaked in sweat when he decided to change positions. She didn't care. Obediently, she moved to her knees and guided his pole back into her cunt as he mounted her the doggy way. "Mutt," she screamed, "I'm a Mutt and I love it!"

His hands moved over her body, from her hips to her tits and back. Her nipples ached from all of the attention and her cunt was rubbed raw but she didn't care. How often does one have a chance to help a friend?

He slapped her butt as he came. She felt the sting of the slap and the gush deep inside her at the same time. They sprawled on the bed, exhausted. She awoke, cold, naked and wet. She panicked, it was late and her babysitter had only promised to stay until one a.m. It was two-thirty.

She cleaned herself up and dressed. He hadn't stirred. She covered him up and left him there, lying in two wet spots. She let herself out and found a cab.

"Out late ain't you?" commented the cabbie.

"Helping a friend," she explained. She leaned back on the seat and felt the sticky substance between her legs. Then she rephrased the answer, "Actually, he was helping me."

They didn't see each another for a long, long time. She called to say she was moving away. Tom was being promoted.

Benny didn't know what to say. He was losing a good friend. "Thank you," he said, "for everything."

"Thank you," she answered, hoping he understood her meaning.

"I'll never forget you," he said, hoping she would understand his meaning.



"Make sure you can always get the puck out of the net!"

Note: this writer does not condone cheating. As you will see in Helping 2... well, you tell me.

{Disclaimer: I have no knowledge as to the inner-workings of the insurance business.}

My thanks to Patrick!

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Ma/Fa / Fa/Fa / Consensual / Cheating / Group Sex / Slow /