"Baby," she gasped, her chest heaving, as she struggled to regain her breath. "I haven't come that hard in years. Maybe I've never had one that good."
"I'm only here to serve," Adam grinned and hefted her right breast in the palm of his hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed the nipple. Only then did he realize his lips were actually sore from eating her out so thoroughly.
"Oh, I'm done," Jill said, "I'm exhausted, really I am."
"I can go again if you'd like," he offered.
"No, thank you. But I do have a favor to ask," she said, her voice somewhat timid.
"Anything, my love," he responded and kissed her nipple again.
"Would you fuck Joan for me?"
Late the following afternoon, Joan picked up her cell phone from the seat next to her, and pulled her white BMW convertible over into the first available parking spot she could find. "Oh, shit," she yelped, as she bumped the curb in her haste in parking.
On the other end of the line, she heard a very girlish laugh.
"Jill, what are you laughing at?"
"You're too funny, Joan," Jill said in a very soft voice.
"What?" demanded Joan, who was already frustrated at being late in getting home. Dinner would be late, and it was all her fault for losing herself in a mini-shopping spree.
"Hearing you say 'shit.' I think it may be the first time I've heard you use it."
For that matter, Joan looked like about the last person in the world who would say it. Appearing very business-like and professional, she was embarrassed at how this conversation had begun, but remembered that Jill swore all the time. And so she said, "What's up?" and nervously checked her watch.
"What's up? Where are you, Joan?"
"If you must know, I'm on my way home from the mall."
"Another buying binge?"
"Well, Jill... I've got a dinner to prepare, and I'm running late. What can I do for you?"
Jill's girlish giggle started up again.
"Shit! Come on, Jill, are you just using minutes up, or do you have a reason for calling?"
"You said it again," and Jill laughed even harder. "Did you go back to the grocery store looking for King Kong?"
"What?" Joan gasped, realizing the implications in her friend's statement. "Hey, I'm allowed to say 'shit, ' all right? And 'fuck.' Shit, shit, shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Hey! I'm only kidding," Jill managed to interject, "I know you still want a gander at that foot-long schlong of his.
With the doubt obvious in her tone, Joan said, "Sure, you were. Hey, could you hold on a minute? I'm parked and want to change my blouse before I get home. Brad will be there any minute and I bought this to impress the hell out of him."
"Changing in the car now, Joan?" Jill said, sounding impressed by her friend's impetuous action. "You're like a whole new person."
Not having time to worry about that comment, although she wished she did, Joan called out, "Hold on a minute," and tossed the phone on the passenger seat, then started peeling off her blouse.
Starting with her silky black chemise, Joan hurriedly untucked it from within her knee length white skirt, reached behind her head with both hands, and pulled it up and off by the collar. She was pleasantly surprised to find no resistance from her short, but cute blonde hair. She was braless, and suddenly remembered she was in a public place, although in her car, and took a fast look around while clutching her bare breasts in her hands. There were no cars on either side of her, and she reached for the new blouse, hoping it would impress the hell out of Brad. It would reveal her nipples, and hopefully arouse him enough to get him to have sex with her that evening.
A convertible glided slowly past, and then honked twice as Joan reached for her new blouse. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, and in her embarrassment, stepped on the gas at the waiting green light.
The car surged forward, and Joan put her left hand on the wheel, and carefully concealed both breasts with her right arm. She started talking to herself as several more cars passed her. To her surprise, none of them gave her a second glance.
"Did I just say 'fuck' again? I've gotta stop doing that. And what does she mean I'm 'like a whole new person'?"Joan uncovered her breasts, placing her right hand on the steering wheel, and glanced down at her big boobs.
"My tits are big, but they're also firm and can easily go without a bra if needed," she said aloud. Then she thought about the fact that she was driving half-naked on a busy thoroughfare, and pulled into a drugstore parking lot. She donned the blouse, feeling better even though the blouse was sheer enough to be almost completely transparent.
Joan was startled to hear Jill's voice, and suddenly recalled putting her cell phone down on the seat. Picking the phone up, she said, "Hello? Hello, are you still there?"
"I'm here," Jill replied, after a small wait.
"You would not believe what just happened!" exclaimed Joan, "I finally got to a red light so I could put my new blouse on, and then this asshole in the car next to me honks his horn, and when I look over he gives me a thumbs up. For all I know, he had his thing out, you know?"
She never even thought about fouling up the truth of what had really happened.
"Was he jerking off?"
"Yes! No! I don't know. He sped off, or I stopped. I'm confused right now, I can't think straight."
When Jill made no reply, Joan shouted into the phone, "Can you believe that?"
"You must have looked naked to him," Jill said calmly.
"Of course I looked naked, I was!"
"Honey, that's why he honked the horn."
"It was just a guy who saw your tits when he didn't expect too. So he beeped his horn. For God's sake, he didn't cut you off, and try to jump you, did he?"
"No," Joan said, drawing the 'no' out much longer than necessary.
"So are you still driving with your boobs on parade?'
"No!" she yelped, and thought about it, and then responded with, "Maybe, I have the see-thru blouse on."
Jill laughed, and then Joan heard a male voice in the background, asking if the guy was really endowed.
"Who... is Adam with you?"
"Mmmmm, Adam is definitely in me!" Jill hooted.
"You're in bed with him?" Joan asked incredulously.
"We could be on the kitchen table for all I care," Jill answered.
A completely shocked Joan huffed, "Jill!" and then added, "C'mon, what are you two doing?"
"Well, we're fucking, of course," moaned Jill, "with the emphasis on 'fuck, ' your latest favorite word."
"Oh, my God!" gasped Joan. "I can't believe you're doing that while talking to me!"
"Well, it's your fault, you know."
"My fault. How is it my fault?"
Jill answered her, saying, "When I told Adam you were a virgin, we both got kind of horny, and you know..."
Joan noticed her nipples were standing at attention and momentarily felt a rush of gratification from the sight. Then she sank back into reality, and fairly shouted into the phone, "That's no excuse. What really happened?"
"The truth of the matter is... Adam! Stop that... for just a minute, please!"
"The truth of the matter is after I told him, Adam got this beautiful erection and began rubbing it into my rear, and I loved it. Next thing I knew I had him in my mouth, and you know how that gets me going."
Eyes wide in stunned shock, Joan managed to gasp, "Oh, my God. You two are terrible!"
"I love feeling him get hard inside me, especially in my mouth, so I just stared up at him, and didn't move, just let him grow..."
Joan licked her lips, and started to squirm around on the leather car seat.
"... and after I swallowed his... well, you know..."
"I just had to call you to tell you. But you put the phone down and Adam got hard again and he's..."
"... taking me from behind, and I'm so sorry, Joan darling, but I'm going to cum!"
"Are you there, Jill? Hello? Hello?"
Joan disconnected and as she pulled her car out of the parking lot and onto the boulevard, she imagined what was taking place between Jill and Adam.
She had always been impressed with Adam. He was tall, dark and handsome, and she envisioned him lifting Jill off the ground, and slowly impaling her on his cock while he squeezed her breasts in turn.
Joan loved having her breasts squeezed. Brad had loved doing that when they were first engaged. But it had been ages since he'd even touched them. Dismissing Brad from her thoughts, she returned to fantasizing about Jill and Adam, especially Adam and absently began to rub herself through the skirt she wore.
In her mind, Adam was pumping furiously into Jill, but suddenly, Jill faded away to be replaced by Joan. Now, with one hand on the wheel, the other slid past the waistband of her skirt and into her panties.
'Yeah, fuck me, ' she thought, and almost missed the turn for her street. Forcing herself to concentrate on her driving, Joan managed to pull into her garage, shut the engine off, and then raised her ass off the seat just enough to pull her skirt up around her waist. She tugged her panties to one side, and began to stimulate herself by tugging and pulling on the surface of her entire vulva.
Moments later, following a huge sigh of release, Joan began moving two fingers up and down as if plucking at a guitar string, until grunting twice and arching her hips, she came hard and collapsed across the car seat, totally breathless from the excited state she had reached.
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